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"You've kept your tits nice and firm, Taj" Nia acknowledges with a confident smirk, "But not nearly as nice as you'd like to think. A bit of cockiness is all well and good, but your overblown ego is getting out of hand. I'm going teach you some respect." Taj's face doesn't register much emotion, but you notice her eyes narrowing. Taj asks in a low, silky voice, nodding slowly.

"Okay then, let's see what you've got." she sneers, slamming forward. The more arrogant Nia clearly expects it, and replies with a simultaneous ram of her own.

They line up and all looks even before resuming the battle.

Toe to toe you are able to compare the two. First observation, they are of the same spirit, without deviation or difference.

One woman’s breasts may fit in their rival’s bra and vice versa.

Thighs are likely to measure and mesmerize in exactly the same way.

The hatred of the other and the desire to dominate is appears to be forged of the same fire.

Their mirrored image is unequal, but all else is identical when compared. Only defeat while make the copy pale.

You watch amazed as the four dense tits collide. Each shifts and springs over, under and around the other, falling and shaking as gravity and the their twists dictate. Taj's perky tips seem to stab at Nia's larger breasts at some points in the collisions. But if they bother Nia, you can't tell. You move to catch a different view.

Neither female seems to be making much progress, though the slightly smaller Taj does have a slight advantage in firmness. Taj's gorgeous boobs stand high and proud on her chest, and Nia's larger pair doesn't seem to sag much more. Taj looks down towards her chest for just a moment, then back at Nia's face, and grins. Nia grins back, but obviously has a different idea of what is going on. She pulls back and throws a heavy blow into Taj, who obviously didn't see it coming. Even with Taj's firmness, the shock of the impact throws her tits back, flattening, then regaining their shape and jiggling. They don't get a chance to stop shaking as Nia's second blow pushes Taj back.

"We both know it's just a matter of time, Taj," Nia grunts as she pours on the pressure. "You can struggle as much as you want, but it won't save your precious boobs." Taj groans as Nia thrusts her strong hips and torso forward, putting all of her weight behind the attack.

"My bigger, stronger, firmer boobs will crush those pointy little things. And the longer you try to hold out, the worse it'll be." Nia hisses.