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It is a calm and sunny day, birds are chirping, and the clients of FCC. are enjoying, along with the staff of FCC are enjoying a barbecue in the backyard of Janessa Freemont, a former staff member and friend of FCC, the clients and staff members are enjoying themselves, despite the fact that Janessa, along with CEO of FCC, Angela Marie Dawson are nowhere to be seen, and have been missing for half an hour, but the clients and staff are having to much fun to pay any real attention to the fact that the two women are missing.

Meanwhile, inside the house, as the clients and staff are outside eating and drinking, an intense, and very physical confrontation is going on in the kitchen of Janessa’s house, as Janessa and Angela are grunting as they slam each other into the kitchen wall, their naked backs showing red slap marks, their bras and blouses can be seen in various locations in the kitchen, a bra on the table, another bra on top of the fridge, a blouse is in the skink, and another is halfway into the living room, as if these women ripped their bras and shirts off in battle, their hands are locked in each other’s hair, viciously tugging each other’s long brunette hair, snarling into eachother’s faces, as their breasts, which are completely squashed together, wage a war of their own.

“Fucking slut!” Janessa grunts out.

“Fuck you whore!” Angela grunts back.

The two women viciously work each other’s skirts and panties down, and kick the garments into the corner as they continue their heated encounter, they struggle, throwing each other around, slamming into the closet door near the front door, grunting as their breasts compress together even tighter, Janessa locks the front door. The two women break apart, and their breasts are soaked in sweat, and their pussies are damp.

Angela runs into the living room, Janessa close behind, and tackles Angela onto a slightly spacious sofa bench in front of the window, where they begin to furiously struggle again, pulling hair, snarling, and even spitting on each other, each woman notices that her opponents pussy is dripping with juices, and they roll around, and they line up their wet cunts, and they begin grinding their cunts together, each woman moaning, they reach their hands up and latch onto hair as they slam their cunts together.

“Gonna make you cum first this time whore!” Angela spits at Janessa

“Fuck you whore, we’ve been doing this every week for a year, and I am up by two, accept that I’m the better woman you old slut” Janessa spits back.

“Old!?” Angela screams with rage in her eyes and she spits a gob of saliva into Janessa’s face.

Janessa’s face contorts into pure rage, and she spits back into Angela’s face, and both women scream and slam their lips together, forcing their tongue into their rivals mouth, and they begin swirling their tongues against the opposing tongue, while increasing their grinding, now slamming their cunts violently together, moaning into each others open mouth, spit dribbling from their locked lips and dribbling down their chin onto their dueling cunts. The couch is creaking as the two women are now furiously grinding their wet cunts together with wild abandon, each trying to make the other cum first, and they feel their cunts beginning to tingle as their orgasm is building, and a few seconds later, they scream into each others locked mouths as they both explode into a violent orgasm, their pussy juices shooting into each other wet cunts, the excess juices dripping from their sealed cunts onto the sofa, leaving a cum stain from both women.

Janessa and Angela fall onto backs, panting heavily, they slowly stumble up, their legs weak from their battle, and they notice eachothers hair and bodies are wet, with sweat from exertion, and they notice their rivals pussy is wet from cum, but also arousal, as both women are still incredibly turned on, but realize that it’ll be difficult to continue fighting seeing as other staff are outside with the clients and someone will know something is up when they try and enter and find the door locked. Angela and Janessa weakly stumble up and glare at each other.

“It looks like it’s a draw this time you fucking whore.” Janessa snarls at Angela through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, but I’m sticking around after the barbecue to “help” clean up, and then, we can continue our little “discussion” all night.” Angela snarls back, with her hands clenched into fists, both women continue to glare a few seconds more before they break away, and go an clean themselves up, and dress and rejoin the other staff and clients, who are non the wiser to what went on within the walls of the house.

The End

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