...we trib until one of us cums.”

Taj: “And why would we do that? I know my pussy is better than yours!“

Nia: “Yeah. We do that, because if you make me cum, I will go back home and admit to my family and yours that you are better than I. And if I make you cum, you exit the sex-fighting scene.”

Taj: “Uh, deal, because there is no way you’re making me cum. You Colcotta cow!”

Without another word, the Nia rears back, and after clearing her throat as best she can, she spits right in Taj's face. The move catches Taj off-guard, causing her to close her eyes. Nia dives forward and tackles her. Taj still trying to clean phlegm from her eyes, does not resist as Nia grabs her leg, brings it vertical, and crosses her thighs with Taj’s into a scissor position. From that position Nia initiates a grind, rolling her hips back and forth, putting all of her already moist pussy to good use.

Taj, now on the bottom and at her rival’s mercy, is mortified. She finds herself being tribbed expertly, by a woman who has had similar extensive training on how to use the body to illicit maximum pleasure. Despite her frustration, she is subjected to pleasure. Taj stifles a moan with every one of Nia’s thrusts. Their clits mash together. Taj tries, desperately to rise up, using her elbows to prop herself up, but every time she moves her arms back, Nia, her rival, grabs her wrists and pulls them forward, making sure Taj stays at the bottom.

Unable to escape her lesser position, Taj looks up ay her rival’s eyes, to see if Nia feels the effect of her own thrusts.

Each contact of clits appears to have effect on Nia, but it is certainly not the equivalent effect of what Taj is feeling. A visible torrent of pleasure builds within Taj. Every roll of hips threatens to become a sea of waves potentially crashing down upon her in a devastating orgasm.