The Sexfighting DA Pt. 02

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P.S - No matter how much i try ( Including compressing the size of images ,i am unable to attach the visual representation of Ratika and Laura)




Ratika Nair shifted her weight, feeling the thrust and swell of her 38DD tits against the silk of the gorgeous purple sari she was wearing. The stunning 34-year-old Indian Asian American Ratika looked at her reflection in the three-way mirror of the boutique.


Ratika Nair Whitmore was a mesmerizing Indian south Asian American bisexual MILF woman. She was charismatic, incredibly articulate and an amazingly eloquent public speaker. She was kind & grounded. There was a tremendous aura of confidence, intelligence, charm, and wit emanating from every fiber of her being. She was also hot as fuck. Her deep brown skin was gorgeous. She was beautiful with an Oval shaped gorgeous face, stunning 38DD tits and a stunning figure built through exercise, fitness training. She was always completed for her black silky hair which cascaded to the tip of her hot ass.


Ratika was a 34-year-old District Attorney. She was a successful entrepreneur earlier. She had set up two businesses which were thriving in the area of manufacturing and wellness products which had distribution reach in 12 US states.


Her Husband, Rahul was handling the business now as Ratika had ventured into another passion which was being a District Attorney and being part of the system of governance. Ratika's background as a entrepreneur helped her tremendously. She was authentically a people person having won plaudits for treating her workers fairly and with empathy which helped her as a DA too.


She was analytical with lateral thinking abilities. She was also a strong woman up for a tactical battle with her opponents. She was an enterprising DA who handled multiple cases and had formed an excellent track record.




A feminine voice rippling with haughty arrogance said,” You are standing in my light.”


Ratika turned and looked at the source of the voice.


Laura was a stunning 21-year-old busty blonde hottie. Laura had a beautiful oval shaped face, bright expressive eyes, and sun-kissed skin. Ratika noticed Laura had long, lustrous soft honey colored blonde hair. Laura had high cheekbones which caught the light well. Laura had stunning 32DD tits where stood big and firm and had a gorgeous thrust and swell.


Ratika replied with a melodic purr, “The light belongs to the room, not to you.”


Laura scoffed, tossing her long blonde locks over her shoulder.


Laura hissed, “Typical. The moment a hot woman with style walks in, other women cling to the mirror.”


Ratika was calm. Ratika thrust her gorgeous tits out at Laura and the visual was stunning.


Ratika cooed, “Take a long look at my body. I don’t need your endorsement. The number of lust filled looks that I get from all the hot women and handsome as I step out of the store is statistical evidence enough. You are weak in numbers, aren’t you?”


Laura flushed under the weight of Ratika’s steady and confident gaze.


Laura tried to maintain her haughty sneer but her lips parted slightly.


Laura’s eyes travelled hungrily over Ratika’s stunning body.The gorgeous purple sari clung to the lush curves of Ratika’s big and Juicy 38DD tits.


The air between the two women thickened and buzzed with the rhythmic beating of two hearts competing for dominance.


Laura felt it. She felt a sudden intense surge of rivalry. It was a primal instinct. She looked at Ratika’s effortless hotness and the swell of her big and firm DD tits and something snapped in her.


Laura did not just step forward. Laura lunged into Ratika’s personal space.


With a sharp, aggressive inhale of her breath, Laura thrust her gorgeous 32 DD tits out with a deliberate, jarring motion. Laura pushed her 32DD tits out which strained the white fabric of her crop top to its maximum limit.


Laura hissed, “Look at my tits, bitch. Firm. Big. Hot. You ae blocking the view of my hotness.”


Ratika remained calm. Ratika shifted her stance, planted her feet and thrust her gorgeous ,juicy 38DD tits out and mirrored Laura’s pose.


Ratika unleashed the full sexiness of her 38DD tits.Her lush cleavage surged forward.


Ratika smirked and cooed,” Your so-called hotness is a joke, Darling.”


Ratika continued, “You have firmness, yes. You lack persona, seductive charm. You have the shape but you have no depth.”


As the two women stood with their DD+ tits nearly touching,the rivalry morphed.




The collision of the tits was visceral. The anger remained but it was now layered with an intense and hungry curiosity.


Laura felt a sudden, dizzying ache in her lower belly. Laura felt a pulsing Ache that urged her to touch and squeeze and dominate the hot, sexy woman in front of her.


Laura gazed into Ratika’s gorgeous doe shaped eyes. She saw the same hunger in Ratika’s eyes.


Ratika felt the same hunger too. The sight of Laura’s beauty and sexy body and the thrust and swell of Laura’s 32DD tits sent a wave of heat crashing through her body.


Ratika leaned in until her lips were inches from Laura’s ear.


Ratika cooed, “You think you are hot?”


Ratika whispered,” You are nothing but a tease. You haven’t felt the weight of a hotter woman on you.”




Ratika though was a mature woman. The dressing room was not an ideal venue for their battle. Ratika had no desire to be interrupted in her quest to dominate Laura and she dint want a scandal either.


Ratika glanced over Laura’s shoulder. A handsome man was just ten feet away. His expression was a mixture of admiration for the lush hotness radiating from the two busty women and as well as confusion and curiosity at what was going on between them.






Ratika whispered, “This is far too public for the lesson you badly need.”


Ratika stepped back. Her desire was not to yield space but to create a pull.She leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of Laura’s ear.


Ratika whispered seductively, “There is a chill zone restroom on the last floor. I overheard staff saying work won’t begin for days and no staff goes up there.”


Laura did not answer. She simply turned on her hell, her lustrous blonde hair whipping Ratika’s beautiful cheek and marched towards the elevators with a defiant, sexy sway of her hips. The ride to the top floor was a suffocating exercise in restraint. They refused to look at one another, yet were acutely aware of the sensual hotness oozing from each other’s bodies.


The heavy door of the chill zone restroom clicked shut and the rivalry exploded.


Laura spun around and hissed, “Well? Show me, you arrogant bitch.”


Ratika did not hesitate. She slipped slowly and sensually out of the gorgeous purple sari. Ratika stood nude and her glorious big and firm 38DD tits stood firm and proud and jutted out in challenge.


Ratika’s DD tits were opulent. The aerolas were deep and firm.


Laura let out a involuntary gasp, her gaze locking onto the sheer volume of Ratika’s chest.


Laura whispered, “My turn.”


Laura reached under the hem of her crop top and pulled it over her head in one swift motion, tossing it onto the floor. She slipped out of the lower half of her attire.


Ratika felt a hot flush run through her body. Laura’s body was stunning and her 32DD tits also stood firm and proud. Laura’s nipples were already hard and poking forward aggressively.


Ratika stepped forward and traced the underside of Laura ‘s right DD tit with the manicured fingers of her left hand.


Ratika murmured softly, “Firm indeed. I will unravel you, Laura.”


Ratika’s hand slid upward and her palm cupped the weight of Laura’s magnificent DD tits and Ratika started squeezing Laura’s tits firmly.


Laura arched her back, a sharp moan escaping her lips.


Ratika stepped in and pressed her big, firm 38DD tits against Laura’s large and proud 32DD tits.


Both women gasped with pleasure as their tits met and mashed. They were two opposing forces of femininity colliding in a space that felt too small to contain them.


Ratika did not just merely press her 38DD tits into Laura’s 32DD tits.
Ratika ground her tits against Laura’s and Laura’s breath hitched at the pleasure and her head snapped back. As gorgeous and hot as Laura’s stunning 32DD tits were, Ratika’s 38DD’s were swallowing Laura’s tits.


Laura hissed, “Having bigger tits than me doesn’t make you better than me.”


Driven by a sudden need to assert her own dominance, Laura lunged forward. She arched her back with a sudden, sharp snap, thrusting her high-perched 32DD tits upward and forward, trying to push Ratika back.
It started as a clash of egos, but it quickly devolved into something more primal.


The two hot and busty women began to grapple. They grappled not with their arms but their ample DD tits. It truly was a titfight in the most raw and primal sense.


It was a sensual struggle for territorial dominance.


Ratika leaned in, using the gorgeous mass of her 38DD tits to mash Laura’s 32DD tits in. Laura fought back, her rock-hard nipples scraping against Ratika’s areolas. The friction of the DD tits of both women sent waves of sexual pleasure through the bodies of both women.


Ratika whispered, “You’re shaking, little doll.”


Ratika shifted her weight and started grinding her hips into Laura’s sexy hips. Ratika felt the wetness of Laura’s aroused pussy. Ratika’s own sex was dripping wet.


Laura countered by surging forward. Her sexy 32DD’s collided with Ratika’s 38DD tits with a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the room. The two women were gasping with sexual arousal.


The rivalry had morphed into a desperate, starving arousal.Ratika could feel the heat oozing from Laura’s sexy body. Both women’s pussies were oozing pre cum juice on the carpet.


Ratika cooed, “Look at you. Your pussy is leaking pre cum like a broken faucet.”


Laura snarled, “And you are practically a river.”


Ratika groaned. She grabbed Laura’s 32DD tits with both hands, squeezing Laura’s tits with an possessive intensity while thrusting her 38DD tits against Laura’s tits aggressively.


The two busty women collapsed into each other. They were no longer fighting for dominance but clinging to each other for survival in a sexual storm of their own making.


Ratika suddenly leaped with a sudden, explosive burst of energy and her momentum drove Laura backward into the plush velvet lounge seating. The two women began to wrestle fiercely, their bodies grinding against each other with a slick and wet friction.


Laura fought with a feral intensity. Laura hooked her leg around Ratika’s sexy thigh, trying to flip the gorgeous mocha skinned busty Indian Asian origin woman. Their hips were now grinding together with a rhythmic force that made both women gasp with sexual pleasure.


Ratika managed to pin Laura down, her 38DDs crushing against Laura’s 32DDs in a delicious fleshy collision. The two women were no longer grappling.


Ratika cooed, “You are way out of your league, little doll.”


Ratika arched her back, thrusting her lush DD tits forward one more time and pinned Laura’s big DD tits.


Ratika leaned down and her lips grazed Laura’s jaw.


Ratika screamed, “I demand a sexfight. Right now.”


Laura hissed, “Challenge accepted, you fucking bitch.”


Laura bucked her hot body wildly, using the momentum to throw Ratika off balance. As Ratika shifted, Laura twisted her body with athletic precision and hooked her arm around Ratika’s neck and rolled her over. Laura was on top of Ratika now and she pinned Ratika’s shoulders.


The impact of the flip sent a wave of pleasure through them both. Their chests collided with a heavy, wet slap sound. The firm, big tits of Laura’s 32DDs smashed into the opulent volume of Ratika’s 38DD’s.Laura gripped Ratika’s gorgeous 38DD tits and squeezed them with carnal passion which made Ratika groan in pleasure.


Laura arrogantly smirked, “You think you can claim me, bitch?”


Laura hissed, “I am going to feast on you and make you submit.”


Laura began to grind her hot, wet pussy against Ratika’s aroused sex with intensity. With every downward thrust of her hips, Laura felt the heavy, pulsing heat of Ratika’s sex welcoming her.


The slickness of their combined arousal creating a squelching, rhythmic sound that filled the silence of the room. Ratika’s head thrashed against the velvet surface of the couch, her eyes rolling back as the intensity of the sexfight escalated.


Ratika gasped, “Come on, bitch. This isn’t enough of a pressure.”


Ratika tapped into her inner strength and arched her back in a sudden snap, throwing her weight forward. Ratika surged ahead and her opulent 38DD tits collided with Laura’s 32DD tits with such force that Laura was momentarily breathless.


Ratika managed to hook her leg inside Laura’s. The positions flipped once more.The two busty women rolled around the lounge seating until they hit the beige carpet laid on the floor with a thud. Ratika ended up astride Laura, her knees pinning Laura’s thighs. Ratika’s 38DD tis were draped over Laura’s 32DD boobs.


Ratika didn't hesitate to take advantage. She shifted her body, aligning her pulsing, dripping pussy directly atop Laura’s swollen, leaking clitoris. Ratika started grinding and showcasing her hip and ass flexibility as she thrust her pussy into Laura’s sex vigorously.


Ratika commanded, “Look at me, Laura. Feel the power of my pussy.”


Laura’s hands flew up, gripping the backs of Ratika’s thighs.


Laura was shaking, her breath coming in short, frantic sobs of pleasure. The sensation of Ratika’s aroused sex grinding into her own thrumming pussy was too much. Ratika was also showing her grinding skills well.


Ratika did a slow burn pussy to pussy grinding and then moved into a frantic vigorous grinding motion.


The contrast of the soft, enveloping pressure and the sexual pleasure filled friction of their clitorises colliding sent Laura over the edge.


Laura’s body stiffened. Her back arched. Her big, firm 32DD tits heaved as a intense orgasm ran through her body.


Laur pumped hot cum into Ratika’s pussy. The warm feeling of Laura’s cum combined with the pulsing of her orgasming pussy sent Ratika over the edge.


Ratika let out a guttural scream as she came. Ratika collapsed over laura’s body and both women’s DD tits once again mated as Ratika pumped hot cum into Laura’s pussy.


Minutes passed as the two women basked in the post orgasm pleasure. Ratika’s 38DD tits pressed against Laura’s 32DD tits as Ratika took deep ,calming breaths .


Laura whispered, “You. You cheated.”


There was no truth and conviction in Laura’s accusation.


Ratika breathed in the scent in the room. The intermingling of their perfumes and the raw, female musk of two aroused pussies were heady.


Ratika cooed, “Now don’t be a bad sport. You know I won fair and square.”


Laura’s defiance was returning.


Laura screamed lightly, "I'm not... finished."

Laura reached up and grabbed the back of Ratika’s neck. She pulled Ratika down into a kiss that wasn't a request, but a demand.


As they kissed, Laura’s right hand slid downward and her fingers found the drenched, pulsing center of Ratika’s sex.


Laura did bother to indulge in teasing. She drove two fingers of her right hand deep inside Ratika’s aroused twat seeking the core of the busty brown Indian origin woman who had claimed her.


Ratika’s back arched, her 38DDs leaping upward. The sensation was a lightning strike. She groaned into the kiss, her hips instinctively grinding back against Laura’s hand.


Ratika gasped with pleasure, “You want another round, u hot bitch?”


Laura hissed, “I want to see how you handle me when I am not pinned.”


The Rivalry had not ended. It had evolved.


Ratika murmured, “You’re so eager to prove yourself but in this case, your eagerness is just another word for desperation.”


Laura challenged, “Prove it then. Break me then. Break me, you sexy bitch.”


Ratika hissed with passion, “Oh, I will break you and then I’ll build you back up as something that knows how to obey.”


Ratika’s movements became more aggressive. She used the full weight of her hips, driving her sex into Laura’s pulsing pussy with a relentless, crushing pressure.


The sound was visceral with a wet, squelching rhythm that echoed off the marble and tiles. It was a testament to the amount of lubrication flowing between them.


Laura screamed with lust which was oozing total surrender as Ratika hit a specific, devastating angle of friction. The sexual pleasure was overwhelming.


The sensation of Ratika’s pussy against her own clitoris sending a surge of hot sexual pleasure through Laura’s body. Laura’s legs gave way and her knees started buckling.




Laura spiraled into a intense shaking orgasm. Her thighs and hips shook as she pumped hot cum into Ratika’s eagerly receiving pussy.


As she felt hot, warm female cum sprout from Laura into her pussy, Ratika let out a guttural cry of her own seconds later.


The shared intensity pushed Ratika over the edge, her own climax crashing over her. It was Ratika’s hot body which shook as her pussy gushed her hot cum into Laura’s eagerly receiving twat.






Laura looked utterly undone. She was staring at the ceiling with a look of profound, shattered awe.


The arrogance that had defined Laura in the boutique was gone, replaced by a raw, exposed vulnerability.




Ratika was the first to regain her composure, though her breath still came in ragged, shallow hitches. She slowly pulled back, her dark eyes scanning Laura’s face.




Ratika looked at Laura with intense emotion and said, “Tell me. Tell me what I have earned the right to hear.”




Laura let out a broken, breathless laugh. Her hands were still instinctively clutching at Ratika’s hips and refusing to let go.


Laura breathed, “You are a hot gorgeous woman.”


Ratika was an empathy driven woman who respected introspection and a desire to change for the better. She saw Laura’s surrender and her Vulnerability. She decided she would make Laura a better person emotionally. She saw promise in her.


Ratika commanded, “Get dressed.”


The edge in her voice had softened into something akin to mentorship.


Laura noticed the change and was grateful. Ratika could have indulged in a whole monologue of dialogue through which she could have humiliated Laura verbally but she had not chosen to and it touched Laura deeply.



Ratika said softly, “We can't stay here. The sales staff is probably still wondering where we went, and I have a dress to buy.”


Laura blinked, the fog of pleasure slowly lifting. She looked up at Ratika and admired her sexual aura and her grace and kindness and sportswoman spirit, her gorgeous mocha skin.


There was a sudden, fierce desire in Laura to get to know Ratika better and learn from her.


Laura said with heavy emotion, “Can I come with you? To the mirror?”


Ratika paused, her hand on the heavy door. She looked back at the blonde who was now shivering slightly, her high-perched big and juicy tits still heaving.


A flicker of genuine affection crossed Ratika’s face.


Ratika said softly, “Of course, darling. Hurry up though.”


As Laura scrambled to retrieve her clothes, her movements were no longer arrogant, they were hurried and eager.


As she pulled on the white crop top, she caught her reflection in the mirrored wall of the lounge.


She looked flushed and completely unraveled but for the first time, Laura felt like she was finally beginning to understand what it meant to be a woman.




When they stepped back into the store, the atmosphere in the store shifted instantly. The male sales staff who had cast admiring glances at the before was organizing a rack and he snapped to attention. He looked at Laura and then at Ratika. He couldn't pinpoint what had changed, but the air around them was charged with a primal, musk-laden vibe.


Ratika smiled at him and glided towards the three-way mirror. She caught Laura’s eye in the reflection. The blonde was flushed, her 32DD tits still heaving slightly under the white crop top, her nipples pressing hard against the fabric which was a lingering effect of the "lesson" she had just received.


Ratika murmured softly, “Now, where were we, darling? Ah yes, the light.”


Ratika stepped closer to the mirror, deliberately positioning herself so that the light hit the opulent curve of her stunning big and juicy 38DDs.


She looked at Laura’s reflection and the blonde woman’s eyes were hungry and completely devoid of the previous sneer.


She turned to the sales clerk and smiled warmly.


She purred, “Darling, please bring me the purple cocktail dress. You can assess my size, can’t you, darling?


She continued, “And perhaps a glass of Mango juice for my companion. She looks like she’s had a very exhausting afternoon."


As the clerk hurried away, Ratika stepped back into Laura’s space, her 38DD tits pressing firmly against the hot blonde's 32DD tits.


She leaned in, her lips grazing Laura's ear, her voice rippling with a sensual honeyed promise.


Ratika purred, “The mall is closing in two hours, Laura. I wonder how many more lessons can we fit into a single evening?"


The handsome male staff arrived with the dress Ratika had requested for and two glasses of fresh Mango juices.


Ratika hugged him warmly and whispered thanks in his ear making his handsome face blush. The two women enjoyed the cool Mango Juice .As they drank it slowly and savored it , their eyes were locked in a silent, visceral negotiation.




Minutes later Ratika kept a firm grip on the small of Laura’s back, her palm hot through the thin fabric of the crop top, steering the hot blonde woman toward the oversized, velvet-curtained dressing rooms.


The sales clerk, sensing a sensual vibe between the two hot and busty women hurriedly retreated into the store, leaving them to the sanctuary of the mirrored alcoves.


The moment the heavy velvet curtain slid shut and the latch clicked, Ratika didn't waste a second.


She turned, her movements fluid and commanding, and shoved Laura back against the plush seating of the dressing room. Both women sensed the raw, animalistic hunger erupting between them.


Ratika climbed into Laura’s lap, the sheer mass of her 38DDs crashing down against Laura’s 32DDs with a heavy, suffocating softness.


It wasn't a gentle press. It was a claim. The claim of the seductive busty brown Indian American woman over her former blonde rival.


Ratika ground her 38DD tits into Laura's.


The lush, enveloping volume of her 38DD tits swallowing the blonde’s big and firm 32DD tits.


Laura moaned softly in lust.


Ratika commanded, “Squeeze them. Tell me how they feel.”


Laura’s hands flew up, her fingers digging into the opulent softness and firmness of Ratika’s stunning 38DD tits.


Laura gasped, her eyes fluttering.


Laura knew that her own 32DD tits induced gasps of lust from many women and men. Her own tits were big and juicy and firm but Ratika’s tits were an overload of sensation. Ratika’s titflesh was dense and firm and incredibly yielding.




Laura whimpered, "They're too much. They're so big and firm and soft."


Ratika purred, “Thank you for saying so, darling.”




Ratika shifted, her hips grinding into Laura’s with a slow, punishing rhythm. The friction of their clothing created a searing heat.




Ratika reached down, her right hand sliding beneath the waistband of Laura’s remaining garments, finding her drenched, pulsing sex.




Ratika didn’t hold back. She used her thumb to circle the swollen peak of Laura’s clitoris, applying a steady, rhythmic pressure.




Ratika purred, “We don’t have much time. I am going to take you home and fuck you senseless but I need a quickie.”




Laura let out a muted cry of list, her hips instinctively arching upward to meet the intrusion.




Laura’s mind reeled with a mixture of sexual pleasure and submission.


Laura was soaking with arousal and her pussy let out a gush of pre cum juice that coated Ratika’s fingers instantly.


Ratika increased the pace, her fingers moving with a relentless, driving rhythm. The air in the room seemed to vanish, replaced by the scent of musk and arousal. Ratika’s fingers accelerated and began an fast, rhythmic pumping that pushed Laura over the edge.


Laura’s back arched, her 32DD breasts heaving. Ratika immediately put her free hand’s palm over Laura’s mouth as she let out a deeply stifled moan and scream of release.


Laura’s back arched and her 32DD breasts heaved as her pussy pumped hot cum into Ratika’s fingers and palm. Ratika’s fingers and palm were covered in Laura’s thick cum.


Seconds passed by.


Ratika whispered, “That was just the warmup, darling. You are going to come to my house now and I am going to fuck you deep and hard. Before that, I want you to make me cum hard. Truly hard. Don't let me breathe until I'm shaking.”


Ratika’s voice was not a command but a loving plea to a lover. Laura was grateful again that Ratika had chosen not to act like a haughty winner of a sexfight.


Laura’s right hand reached and probed into the lower half of Ratika’s gorgeous sari and her fingers found Ratika’s throbbing sex.




Ratika took her right hand and placed Laura’s left palm on her mouth and nodded,a signal for laura to start her pleasuring of Ratika’s ravenous pussy.


With her right hand, Laura dove back into the drenched heat of Ratika’s pussy. She didn't start slowly.


Laura plunged two fingers deep into the soaking sex of Ratika, the slickness of Ratika's arousal acting as a lubricant that allowed her to slide in with a wet, visceral slap sound.


Laura’s movements became frantic and turned into a blurring motion of precision and desperation. She worked her fingers in a rhythmic motion hooking them upward to grind against the hypersensitive bundles of nerves at the peak of Ratika's clitoris.


Laura was eager to pleasure Ratika as well as demonstrate her sexual skill in fingering and rubbing another woman’s sex and drive her to an intense orgasm.


Ratika’s hips bucked vigorously.


The sound in the dressing room was now the soft rhythmic, squelching sound of Laura’s fingers plunging into and retreating from Ratika’s throbbing twat.


The explosion was sudden and total. The Peak arrived.


Ratika’s body stiffened, her back arching into a sharp curve as a massive, shuddering climax ripped through her. Ratika’s internal pussy muscles clamped down on Laura’s fingers in a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms.


She let out a muffled, guttural scream against Laura’s hand. Ratika’s pussy pumped thick spurts of hot feminine cum all over Laura’s probing hand.


Laura held her palm over Ratika’s hot, luscious lips, the pressure of her hand remaining until the very last orgasmic tremor subsided.




When Laura finally pulled her hand away from Ratika’s mouth, the silence of the room was broken only by the sound of two women sliding apart, exhausted, drenched, and utterly sexually pleasured by one another.


The two women looked at their dominant hand’s palm and fingers and found it coated with each other's thick cum.


The "sexfight" had evolved. It was no longer about who could bend the other to their will, but about the raw, visceral reality of their sapphic attraction.


Laura raised her dominant hand to her face and licked Ratika’s thick cum off her own palm and fingers.


Ratika moaned and mirrored Laura. She too raised her dominant hand to her face and licked Laura’s thick cum off it.


Laura said softly, “We have to go."


Ratika said softly, “I know, Baby. Give me a few seconds.”


They moved with a frantic, synchronized urgency. There was no time for a slow descent from the peak. Ratika grabbed a handful of discarded silk scarves from the vanity, using them as makeshift rags.


She dropped to her knees, scrubbing the floor with a focused intensity.


Laura followed suit, her hands working alongside Ratika’s, wiping away the evidence of their mutual overflow. They worked in a blur of motion.


As Ratika stood, she spotted a potent herbal perfume. Ratika reached up, her fingers still slightly tacky, and seized the bottle.


With a decisive, aggressive motion, she began to spray. She didn't just spray the air, she drenched the floor where the puddles of cum had been.




She sprayed the couch, the curtains. Ratika sprayed a a generous portion over their own bodies, masking the scent of arousal with a pleasant herbal veil.


Only seven minutes had passed since the bolt had slid home. No sales staff would suspect anything. It was well known that women had longer conversations with other women while trying clothes on.


Laura asked, “Ready?"


Laura’s eyes couldn’t hide her lust filled desire for Ratika.


Ratika replied in a honeyed rasp, “Ready.”


Their skin was still humming with post orgasm sensations and their pussies were still throbbing with a residual, heavy warmth. The thick remnants of their climax were hidden beneath layers of clothing.


As the handsome male sales staff bagged their purchases, Laura slid closer to Ratika. The blonde woman’s hand found Ratika’s hand, their fingers interlacing.


The grip was tight, possessive. Ratika smiled with joy.


The two hot, busty women blew a kiss to the handsome male staff and walked out of the store, holding hands.




Ratika whispered as they walked to her car,"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you when we get inside,"


Laura let out a soft moan of joy and lust.


Laura’s grip on Ratika’s hand tightened, her nails digging slightly into the bronze skin.


Laura breathed, "Promise me. Promise me you'll let me taste every single drop of you. I want to drink you in until I'm choking on it."


Ratika cooed, "I'll give you everything but only if you promise to scream my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear."


They stepped out onto the sidewalk, the cool evening air hitting them. As they walked toward the waiting car, their hips swayed in a provocative dance, their shoulders brushing, their hands locked in a grip that signaled a pact of absolute carnal surrender.


The whispers to each other continued. They were a stream of explicit, detailed promises— and descriptions of the sex romp that was about to happen.


They spoke of the bed, the floor, and the shower, mapping out a geography of pleasure that would leave no inch of their skin untouched.




Friday night had just become supremely exciting for the two, busty rivals turned lovers. It was promising delicious and lasting memories of carnal pleasure.

The End of this story but Ratika's journey continues in other chapters .

[YuriLesboLover]

If you’re interested, you can make a DeviantArt page and upload them there. And like I said on FCF, this was great. I love fights that start over very petty and trivial disagreements. It shows how much nymphos love what they do and how they’ll jump at any opportunity to play the game. Ratika is such a seductive cougar and I love how she slowly breaks her opponents down both physically and mentally