They need time to recover

Holding each other tight, their hands and claws sink into the other’s round, hard ass, their tits pulsing in heat, Taj and Nia buck and strain against each other, throwing their heads back to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching their backs to drive their tits together, slapping their hard bellies, grinding cunt to cunt, struggling to merge, struggling to milk each other’s pussy of cum, down to the last drop. Their muscles convulse and their bodies strain with effort as the orgasmic explosions of ecstasy burn through their bodies. The women sob and scream, then locked together in a deep, drooling kiss as their orgasms rattle through their exhausted bodies.

They fall onto their backs, their tits rocking, both women spent....at least for the moment.

Taj looks at the ceiling, her head spinning, her body seemingly drained, but pulsing with the aftermath of incredible pleasure. She appears to be floating on a cloud, fully aware of where she is and how she got there, but struggling to understand the unbearable ecstasy she had just experienced and shared with a woman she hated so intimately. The hatred made it good, though – it is the drive to fuck each other into submission that gave Taj and Nia the need to go on, the desire to humiliate each other.

She is still attached to Nia, their hot cunts pressed tight, their thighs wet and sticky. The mattress is soaked directly beneath where their bodies are interlocked, twat to twat. Nia’s right arm is tossed over her forehead, her tits heaving in pants.