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CATS

... her thighs. Elise couldn't hold it. Owing to the kisses and the tit suckling she had performed on Misha she was very aroused herself surprisingly. She had found Misha attractive. Add to that Misha's sexual taunts and kisses, and her 'lovebite' on her nipple. It was done.

As Misha stood up thinking about her next move, Elise let loose a gush of white oozy fluids from her crotch, wetting her leotard. She had come. The crowd cheered this on even more. They 'oohed and aahed' at the sight of a sweaty boob goddess standing over the dominatrix frenchwoman who had come herself and was lying submissively.

the bell rung. One more round to go. Elise lay in her corner drinking her juice, lost in thought. She stared at Misha relaxing on her couch, and her stare turned to something more. Now she wanted her for herself. She had fallen for her. But she couldn't explain it. She wanted to make sure she would make the busty brown girl vulnerable with her. A maid asked if she wanted a change of costume but she rejected it. She tore off what little was left of it, making her completely nude, and wiped her crotch, and threw away the torn leotard. One of audience feverishly caught it, and a tiny struggle ensued for who would get it among the rich perverts, but the maids strictly silenced them. This was a challenge. The bell rung. Elise walked forward, her 34D boobs jiggling with every step, her blonde hair curled and fluffy, lying around her neck. She stood straight, her hands on her ample ...

... hips, her pear shaped white ass glistening under the light. Her tits jutted out, fully erect, like two large muskmelons ripe for the picking. Her slender nose glistened with sweat, her almost transparent blue eyes, changing colours under the intense light, and her brown eyelashes framing her eyes. Her strong white thighs glistened with sweat and her rosy red lips, licking themselves turned up the temperature. Misha accepted the challenge. She tore off her remaining leotard, and unlike Elise placed it on the couch. The busty Indian girl strutted forward, like a model on a ramp, displaying her brilliantly swaying hips. She stood before her, a tall, fit, Olive brown skin toned woman, with her hands on her wide hips. Her perfect hourglass figure was complimented by her brown complexion. She had luscious dark as night black hair extending all the way over her shoulders, till her back, almost touching her round heart shaped ass, but not quite. Her thick toned brown thighs glistened with sweat. Her large brown globes were erect and ready, like ripe honeydew melons. She had a tiny vermilion dot on her forehead right between her eyebrows. Her dark eyes stared at her rival, bordered by long black eyelashes, almost hiding a tiny dot of a mole below her left eye, and her slender but small nose, followed by her pink lips seductively licking themselves, aroused not only the audience but even Elise. Elise charged. Misha charged at the same time. They both slammed their breasts together with a ...