Because They Hate

A small, gentle tug of the hair reminds that though they two are very cusp of crossing thighs with one another – pressing clit to clit, and tit to tit, they do so because they hate. Because they must know who is better. Stronger. Hotter.

And though they might for these incredible moments writhe together – kissing, licking, and pleasing when one has cum, the other shall not smile, but scowl. Not embrace, but punish. Rivals till the end, regardless of the weapons of war they have chosen.

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