Titfighting

I've always been a little bit of a titfighter. The rush I get from overpowering another woman by using my breasts to pummel hers into submission is unexplainable. I've had some strong, hard orgasms but nothing compares to proving my breasts are superior to my rival.

It started in high school, me and my friends would bearhug, pressing our hard nipples against each other to our nipples to compete. Then, in college, I learned about titfighting, and how to swing my breasts aggressively to overwhelm my foe.

It's always been an uphill battle, having full, natural c-cups hasn't always an advantage, as my nipples are more sensitive than I like to admit. My slender frame has also been a hindrance, as larger women have been able to use their size to they're advantage, over me. To win, I usually have to use my skill to make my opponents submit to me, crushing they're boobs either under or against mine.

Today is the first day of my career as a titfighter with an online video company and I just finished my makeup in the mirror of the hotel room the company rented for the match. Once I exit, my opponent and I will sit next to each other on the bed and give a quick interview before our match.

I heard my opponent enter while I was getting ready and I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I readjust my bikini top, so my breasts are barely contained, I twist my nipples to prepare myself, and exit the bathroom. I take a sharp turn towards the bed and see my opponent, sitting casually and waiting for me to join her.