shriya saran vs disha patani

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Shreya - Sensuous/steady exposing. Simple saree to short skimpy dress in next scene

The problem with the other is that:  Initial exposure is good but you get used to it easily. Then it is nothing left but same expose in different dresses. Wasted. 

Shreya held the fort for so many years till her marriage despite stuff competition. You can see her recent video on YouTube where she comes for  some function along with husband who she kisses in front of media... still that hot Bitch.

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Shreya - Sensuous/steady exposing. Simple saree to short skimpy dress in next scene

The problem with the other is that:  Initial exposure is good but you get used to it easily. Then it is nothing left but same expose in different dresses. Wasted. 

Shreya held the fort for so many years till her marriage despite stuff competition. You can see her recent video on YouTube where she comes for  some function along with husband who she kisses in front of media... still that hot Bitch.

Ahhhhhh that recent video, she was so hot i saw again and again until i ejaculated, saw agai and shagged, after 2 hrs i shagged again. So sexy she just makes men cummmm by her sexy naughty expression

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shriya saran vs disha patani
Disha patani and tiger came to a well known producer party in this party many celebrities came suddenly tiger so hot shriya saran tiger want to both shriya and tiger flart disha patani so this so then grab Tiger hands took him a way disha patani want to shriya told her stay away from my boyfriend you old bitch no body case you in film anymore shriya went to the bar and started to drink she was angry disha patani was called by the producer to come into the bedroom fuck him disha then to left the party want to fuck the producer shriya was anger she went to the bathroom bathroom took off and so her self in mirror she is still hot suddenly the door open tiger accident came to the lady room tiger so shriya nude hot shriya want to tiger and start to fuck him hard and left disha patani came to the bathroom and so tiger fuck disha asked how did this is shriya then disha patani sad she will destroy her next day shriya wake up and so her self in mirror nude told her self she is still hot suddenly she got call by producer told her she is out of film and disha patani is in disha patani want to shriya producer and fuck him hard told him to kick shriya out shriya get angry and went to tiger house and fuck him and made a video of at and send to disha then shriya want to disha patani film producer and fuck him and told him to call disha and told her she is out of all film disha was devastated disha so the video of and shriya fucking she was anger she wanted to destroy shriya day disha wake up took hot shower came out of shower nude look at her self and told her self she will destroy shriya she calls shriya and told her she wanted catfight her shriya told her to come to hear penthouses for catfight disha patani want to shriya penthouses for the fight.
Disha patani and shriya saran made their way to shriya's penthouse and proceeded to strip down for action, dresses and stockings and shoes being peeled off layer by layer until at last they both stood stark naked in the apartment. Tossing their discarded vestments into the hall closet, the two beautiful nude women faced each other in the center of the living room. Sizing each other up as was their custom, their ample breasts heaving and falling with anxiety and anticipation, they crouched down, putting their weight on the balls of their bare feet, and began circling.They circled some more, each never taking her eyes off her opponent, before coming together and sinking their nailed hands deep into each other's ass cheeks. They began bashing together, softly at first and then harder, pussies banging simultaneously and breasts squashing into each other's tits as they moaned softly with eyes shut tight. They continued their mutual physical assault several more times before clenching together, groins grinding concurrently and boobs caving into one another.They squeezed against one another for long moments, each women feeling ecstasy in the other's form, until shriya withdrew her hands from disha's rear-end and reached up to clutch them hard about disha's breasts. Disha gasped in surprise before returning the favor, and soon both women were mauling each other's mammaries to the best of their catfighting ability, crushing each other's soft mounds like sponges as both females squealed in agony. The fight was truly on, until only one of them was left standing. shriya shifted her grip, releasing disha's right breast and reaching up and behind disha's shoulders to come down in front and clamp her left hand on top of disha's left tit, her right hand still clamped on from below. Her new hold established, shriya squeezed disha's left breast viciously with both of her hands, concentrating all her efforts on crushing that one mound of soft flesh."Bitch ..." mouthed disha as she released her own holds and began clawing at shriya's fingers, trying to dislodge them from her breast.Both women sank to their knees as shriya began to take control of the fight. Disha merely grinned with malicious delight as she poured on the pressure."Gonna squeeze your tit till it pops," she promised.She caught a glimpse of disha's agony, disha's eyes shut tight and her head thrown back as she suffered in shriya's grip. Badly in pain, disha seized shriya by the hair with her right hand and began pulling madly, trying to pull shriya's head off if she could. Anything to make her foe let go."Owwww!" squealed shriya as disha began to yank hard on her locks. She tried hard to ignore the pain, concentrating her focus on mauling disha's left mammary, fingers squeezing ruthlessly, thumbnails digging into the aroused brown nipple. In the end, though, the pain in shriya's scalp was too much for her to ignore, and she reached out to clamp her hands about either side of disha's pretty face and begin to press inward.
Disha moaned at this new discomfort, feeling her soft cheeks caving into the rest of her pretty features, and she released her hair hold to claw at shriya's mouth, digging her fingers into its corners and pulling outwards. Shriya groaned as she felt her mouth being pulled apart, gums and teeth fully exposed, and she pulled her hands back to smack them across disha's cheeks, stunning disha and making her let go.Regaining the advantage, shriya reached down and wound her long arms about disha's waist before pressing her fists into the small of disha's back and constricting her in a bearhug. Disha moaned again as she felt her back breaking, her eyes still closed in anguish, while shriya's eyes were wide with glee, her lips creased in a wicked smile as she squeezed the breath from her equally-shapely opponent in her vise-like grip."This ought to take the fight out of you, disha," teased shriya as she licked her lips with delight."Not ... yet, shriya," disha answered through tortured lungs, the air being compressed out of her body.She pushed at shriya's shoulders, trying to push free, but soon realized it was a wasted effort. Switching her attack, she wrapped her own arms about shriya's body and squeezed back, breasts squashing together sensuously again as both women struggled for advantage. They continued in their bearhug battle for a long while, moaning and sighing as their nipples and crotches rubbed together perpetually.
Finally disha tired of being compressed in shriya's arms, and began to push away at shriya's lower jaw with both of her hands, bending shriya back further and further until shriya felt her spine cracking, and released. Disha pushed shriya back onto the carpet, and shriya quickly scuttled away to a safe distance as both women took time out to catch their breath and plan their next strategy.Rising to her bare feet as disha did the same several feet away, shriya playfully brushed the soft gray carpet with her toes, moving her foot back and forth in front of her repeatedly as if drawing an imaginary line she dared disha to cross. Disha stared straight at her rival and approached shriya cautiously, hands raised in front of her for protection should shriya lunge suddenly. Shriya took disha's cue and raised her own hands, and soon their fingers were interlocked in a test of female strength.
They struggled and strained against each other, bare feet shuffling and slipping on the carpeted floor, but neither woman could get the best of the other as they pushed and pressed against one another, so evenly matched were they. They ultimately broke loose from each other's grips with a game of mercy, each woman twisting and turning with her hands and arms until she pulled free. They backed off slightly, and glared at one another."I'm not going to lose in my own home, disha," warned shriya, standing up straight. "I'm not. No way. If you think - gack!" Shriya's words were cut off as disha sprang forward and wrapped her hands about shriya's throat in a chokehold, a favorite move of the two fighters. Shriya gurgled and gasped as she tore at disha's hands, trying to break loose."You talk too much, shriya," scolded disha as she tightened her hold, thumbs pressing down hard on shriya's windpipe. "Now shut up while I squeeze the breath out of you!"They fought in this fashion for the next minute or so, shriya tugging wildly at disha's wrists and trying to dislodge them, disha holding on as she squeezed harder and harder, determined to choke shriya out cold in her own home. They came together again, furry crotches and smooth stomachs sliding against one another as disha's forearms pressed in on shriya's full breasts, disha right up in shriya's face as she took control of their combat. Shriya gagged as she struggled to breathe, her tongue hanging out as she felt herself fading in her foe's grasp. Disha shook shriya back and forth as she throttled her, feeling she needed only a few more minutes before shriya would pass out in her unyielding grip. Disha's fingers pressed in tight on the back of shriya's neck, her thumbs dug in deeper into her rival's throat as disha prepared to apply the coup de grace ...... and caught a knee in the cunt for her troubles. The sound of bone on bone was unmistakable as shriya's knee cap made direct contact with disha's pubic bone. Disha cried out and released her chokehold and bent over to clutch her wounded pussy, as shriya rubbed her raw throat with both hands and inhaled deeply, trying to suck in as much sweet, stale air as she could. Recovering slightly as disha moaned low and long in agony, shriya locked her hands together and brought them down in the middle of disha's back, driving the already-injured disha to her knees. Shriya stood admiring her triumph, still trying to breathe normally, and prepared to land a second double-blow when she felt hands grabbing her behind her knees and pulling her down and forward, feet first. Shriya crashed on her back with a loud thud, the hard impact knocking some of the recovered breath from her body. She could see disha kneeling over her, trying to surge forward and perhaps renew her chokehold, but disha made the mistake of trying to go up the middle.
Before she could attack shriya again, disha felt shriya's long legs sliding about her waist and squeezing her in a powerful scissors hold, shriya locking her ankles to increase the pressure. Disha groaned and pulled at her enemy's calves, trying to pull loose from their grip, but shriya only laughed and squeezed harder, her hands braced beneath her body for support. Disha threw back her head and howled as shriya poured on the pressure, shriya trying to squeeze the life from her opponent and looking to be more than able to accomplish her goal ... until shriya felt disha's hand groping between shriya's legs, finding a hold, and clamping down hard.
Shriya squealed as disha squeezed her cunt like a vise, and her scissors hold weakened, just long enough for disha to wriggle free with the aid of her other arm. Thus free, disha brought her other hand to bear between shriya's legs, shriya squealing even louder as her arms and legs flailed wildly."No ... no, stop," she pleaded."Uh-uh," mocked disha, preparing to slip her index finger inside shriya. "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this, baby."Feeling herself passing out, shriya forced herself upwards to seize disha's nipples with her fingertips; then using her body weight, she fell backwards, as she stretched disha's nipples like taffy. The anguished disha shrieked and immediately let go of shriya's crotch to clutch at her wounded chest, the beauty sniffling, feeling as though her pointed brown nipples were on fire. The two women rolled away from one another to lick their respective wounds, with shriya softly massaging her velvety pussy as she whimpered to herself.They lay there for a long while, each female tending to her own needs, until at last they came to grips again. Disha came up behind shriya and reached over her enemy to grab shriya by the ankles and lift shriya's long legs high into the air, with shriya still flat on her back. Shriya shrieked as her legs and calves were stretched, and she reached up to clutch her greedy hands about disha's soft breasts and squeeze hard. Disha cried out herself and bit down with her open mouth on shriya's exposed toes, eliciting a further shriek from shriya. They continued in this fashion for a while longer - struggling, stretching, squeezing, biting - until they both broke off their attacks and fell to the floor, exhausted and in pain.
Lying side by side, they came in close to one another and clamped their hands over each other's mouths and noses, trying to suffocate one another. Their eyes were shut tight as both women struggled to breathe. Growing lightheaded as they deprived one another of oxygen, disha ended their impasse by gripping shriya's chin with one hand and fastening her other hand atop shriya's skull before twisting shriya's head from side to side, trying to wring shriya's neck.
Shriya immediately broke off her smother hold to combat this new menace, and was moaning in pain before grabbing disha by the wrists and trying to stave off disha's attack. They battled up onto their knees, disha still trying to twist shriya's head off even as her hands were restrained, until disha shifted her grip again and got behind shriya.
Quickly regaining her feet, disha draped her legs over shriya and then sat atop shriya's shoulders before renewing her neck-wringer, hands now twisting shriya's neck from behind. Shriya moaned low and long as she suffered in her foe's grip, her predicament made worse by the fact that disha was now pressing in on shriya's head with her smooth, strong thighs, squeezing shriya's head like an overripe melon. Shriya squealed and beat at her rival's thighs with her clenched fists, pounding and punching as hard as she could, but could do little damage from her awkward position. Indeed, it was soon clear to both of them that shriya was getting the worst of the affair.
Disha maintained the head-scissors, squeezing for all she was worth with her strong thighs, one of her hands now covering shriya's mouth and nose and smothering her. Disha suffocated and squeezed for what seemed to be an eternity as shriya grew weaker and weaker, punches growing softer and more infrequent, until disha no longer felt shriya's fists pounding away at her legs. Looking down, she saw that shriya was out cold.
Breathing a deep sigh of relief, disha untangled her long legs from about shriya's neck and stood up as shriya dropped to the carpet and lay still. Running her hands through her dark, sweated hair, the cute disha made her way to the phone on a stand in the far corner, and dialed her home number to leave herself a reminder about a recording session she had coming up. She heard the usual robotic greeting, heard her own recorded voice, and waited for the beep to begin speaking."Hello, self. Just remember that on Monday afternoon you have to ---- urkkk!"Suddenly a knot of agony had collected in her throat and was squeezing hard from behind. Disha was able to peer out of the corner of her eye to see that shriya had regained her feet, had snuck up on her adversary from behind, and then fastened her hands around disha's neck from the rear."It's not nice to turn your back on me," kidded shriya as she choked disha, fingers pressing in hard on disha's windpipe. Disha dropped the phone as agony coursed through her lungs, and tried to pry shriya's fingers loose from her throat, but to no avail. Disha felt herself being shaken back and forth as shriya throttled her, hands tightening about disha's throat in the process; and then disha felt herself being dragged backwards, her flailing feet failing to gain purchase on the soft carpet as shriya took control. Shriya dragged disha back further and further, still maintaining her grip, until they reached the bathroom door on the left, straight across from the single bedroom. Spinning disha to the right some 90 degrees, shriya twisted one of disha's arms behind her back in a perfect hammerlock, and removed her other hand from disha's throat to fasten it in the back of disha's dark curly locks. Shriya then shoved disha forward into the bathroom, flicking the light switch up with her own shoulder as she did so, and pushed disha forward onto the smooth white vinyl floor.Jamming her knee into the back of one of disha's knees, shriya forced both women down to the floor, shriya on disha's back, until they were kneeling in front of the open toilet. Suddenly disha felt her head being pushed down towards the open bowl (the seat already surprisingly up, and in a woman's place, no less), and could do nothing as her rival bounced on her back and forced her face down towards the sitting water."You bitch!" cursed disha. "This is way over the line!""Oh, eat shit, disha," giggled shriya, realizing that would be almost true.She pressed down harder with her right hand, fingers curling tight about disha's hair, shoving disha further and further down until disha's nose and mouth were just about touching the water's glassy surface. Shriya then reached out with her other hand to pull the lever and flush her foe ...... and caught an elbow in her stomach, before getting butted in the face by the back of disha's fast-rising skull. Shriya hit the far wall hard, as disha spun to face her, disha's face a mask of pure rage."Sick bitch!" Disha cursed again.She reached out with both hands, intent upon on closing them around shriya's neck like a vise, but only caught a left hook in the face from shriya. Regaining her advantage, shriya wrapped her arms about disha's head and shoulders and sent both beauties tumbling sideways into the tub. They kicked and kicked, until they were both fully inside, and then shriya reached out with one hand to get the shower going, turning on the faucet (semi-cold water) while pulling up the shower plunger on her downswing.
The clear water washed down over both battling babes as they tumbled about the tub, struggling fiercely as they sought to regain their feet. Making it to their knees, they began to push up upwards together while tearing at each other's soaked hair, their breasts and pussies pressing together as they fought to the finish with their faces right in each other's. They tried squeezing each other in a mutual bear hug, tits and cunts pressing together even more erotically, and then latched on to each other's heaving breasts with their hands and squeezed, both women sighing in closed-eye ecstasy. Suddenly shriya shot forward and pressed her lips against disha's, surprising disha.Shocked at first, disha then began to kiss her rival back, the tips of their tongues meeting briefly, until shriya suddenly pulled away and head-butted disha right on the forehead. Disha yelped as she hit the back of the shower wall with the back of her head, and was helpless just long enough for shriya to reach up and clutch her hands about her opponent's throat."Got you!" squealed shriya as she strangled her opponent once more, this time from the front. Disha grimaced in agony and tried to pull shriya's hands off her throat, but shriya's grip was like cement on disha's smooth skin. Thumbs stabbed down hard as shriya cut off disha's air, and disha gasped hoarsely as the breath was squeezed from her body."God ... auggh ..." was all the anguished disha could mutter, as her enemy choked the life from her."No divine intervention for you today, baby," joked shriya as she forced disha downwards, riding down with her struggling prey until shriya twisted hard to the right and wrenched their wet bodies out of the tub and onto the floor.Once there, shriya straddled disha, pinning disha's arms to her sides, before clamping one hand over disha's mouth and pinching her nose shut with the other, forming a pair of airtight seals over disha's breathing passages. Disha twisted from side to side, trying to wriggle free, but there was absolutely no chance of that this time. She smothered in shriya's fierce grip, her struggles growing weaker until she had just about stopped moving all together. Disha tried to suck in whatever air she could, but tasted only her foe's palm as she began to pass out.Suddenly the hands lifted from disha's face, and she could breathe again - but only for a fleeting moment. She opened her eyes and saw shriya descending upon her from above, furry shriya snatch coming up fast to meet disha's pouty mouth. Disha tried to mutter "no", but her cry was soon muffled by shriya's soft pussy, as the sexy shriya began to grind up and down on her hapless victim's face. Disha scratched and clawed at shriya's shapely round ass, but couldn't push free as shriya humped away on her foe's pretty face, with only disha's closed eyes and slicked-back hair visible beneath shriya's writhing, wet crotch. Shriya ground away on disha for what seemed like hours, her cunt hair soft and moist on disha's smooth skin and lips, until she felt disha stop struggling and could barely hear disha breathing.
Drawing back, shriya then pushed forward until she was flattened out atop disha, hands once more snaking about disha's neck and squeezing as shriya twisted disha's head from side to side on the wet floor. Shriya's hands gripped and squeezed about disha's throat for a few more long moments, tightening with each passing second, until disha slumped in shriya's grasp and was still.Rising to her bare feet, smiling widely as she ran her hands through her soaked scalp, shriya placed one foot on her unconscious adversary's pretty face. Shriya then gave it a slight shove, before shutting down the cascading shower and then toweling herself off and heading into the bedroom, leaving disha out cold on the bathroom floor to awaken.
Awaken, and remember her latest, greatest defeat.

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