A lesbian sexfight, with all remnants of pride on the line!

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

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Stripper Slut Emilia – I’m way beyond losing to a weakling Gym Leader like you!

• Two huge, porcelain melons
• Home field advantage on a strip club stage

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VS

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Stripper Slut Surge – Work on wearing a vibrator without cumming twenty times before calling me a weakling!

• The biggest dumptruck ass in the Pokemon League
• A career in training sluts

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All of your pent up rage goes into an oral offensive as you clash your tongue with Surge’s in an attempt to take charge. At the same time, you squeeze your body against hers, being sure to press your heavy jugs against her insignificant chest. A hot and steamy seal forms between your bodies as both of you grip each other, guaranteeing that neither of you can get away. With one hand gripping the back of Surge’s hair, your other hand roams her body. The tempo of the music serves as a metronome for your actions, caressing her side, wrapping your tongue around hers, playing with her ears… The pervy blonde isn’t squandering the chance to feel you up, either, grabbing your tits and ass insistently enough to make your toes curl. But Surge’s fingers are trembling in a way that makes it clear she’s getting turned on. Geez, she’s always all bark and no bite.

You’re stirred from your feelings of superiority when you feel something cold against your back. You open your eyes to find yourself lying on your back, looking up at Surge as she lies on top of you. She breaks the kiss long enough to huff out the words, “I’ve been craving this sexy body since the last time we battled.” She kisses you again. “I’m gonna have you crying out my name as you cum…” Another kiss. “…so you never forget who’s the better fuck.”

She puts her face in front of your pussy, then wraps her arms around your thighs. Before you can even try to scuffle away, she takes one long lick of your wet, swollen pussy lips. That’s goooooood… You moan immediately, unable to hide how much you love the sensation. Surge grins aggressively. “I’m gonna enjoy resetting that pride of yours back to zero, whore.”

The feeling of Surge’s tongue is divine as it dives into your snatch, stirring up your walls and making you leak right away. “AH-AHHH!” you cry. She’s an expert, managing to intensely satisfy the arousal that’s been building in you since you stepped onto the stage. You bite your lip and roll your eyes back, getting lost in the feeling of her tongue flexing back and forth against your slutty, sensitive tunnel. You’re stunned, you’re overwhelmed, and you’re moaning like the whore that you are… How could your pussy immediately fall so far into lust for this brat!? She just got her tongue into you and she already has your body sweating as though it’s a rigorous exercise just to avoid cumming instantly! The girl certainly knows what she’s doing, but now is not the time to appreciate how good she is at eating you out! You need to do something!

Lying flat on your back is practically submitting already, so you collect just enough presence of mind to prop yourself up with one arm. Surge’s eyes look back at you, conveying a serious, dominant, dangerous glare. Unf, that just makes it hotter… You leak some extra love juices, which only encourages her to work faster. “*OH!* *OH, OH, OH F-FUCK!*” You’re not gonna last much longer!