As breast presses against breast, and nipple wars with nipple, a woman must lose themselves in the slow rhythmic attrition, and focus on the sounds each slide of flesh elicits from their opponent.
For if the mind is left to work without discipline, a titfighter faces the great risk of being borne away by a torrent of lust, losing sight of both their purpose: defeating their rival, and their pride, when their body betrays them.
