shraddha kapoor vs disha patani brutal catfight story

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Two of the hottest women in Bollywood brutal catfight against each other
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omg disha patani . she is really hot . i wish i could have a bhabhi like her

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Shraddha kapoor life was not going great the media call her addict lot of people in the industry and friends stop taking to her, recently her grandmother died and her boyfriend dumped her, shraddha film career was going great. one morning shraddha wake become nude went to take a shower,10 minutes later came out of the shower nude dipping in water, shraddha came in front of the mirror nude and look at her nude hot body her abs and her boobs and said I am a hot woman I can get another I want I will get film and man.
Shraddha kapoor went to a bar to get somebody in her life, suddenly someone came into the bar it was her long time enemy disha patani, she was looking hot as hell, shraddha kapoor came close to disha patani and said how are you doing, disha look at shraddha kapoor said you know what I'm shocked to see you here your life is a mess nobody wants to do a film with you, in response shraddha said you know what I only do good film not like you who does only item songs, in response disha laughed and said well I'm getting work but you not getting any work see you later , shraddha kapoor got angry went to the bar again to get some drinks suddenly she see a man, shraddha came close to him and said I recognize you aren't you karan wahi, karan said hi how are you doing, shraddha grabbed him and kiss him, she asked can you come to my house to fuck me, karan said alright.

Both karan and shraddha came to the house, after coming to the house shraddha look at karan with lust, shraddha rip karan shirt I start kissing him, both karan and shraddha made love for 2 hours, after 2 hours of hard love making both of them went to sleep, at morning shraddha wake up and kissed karan wake him up and said you want to have showered sex, karan said alright, both karan and shraddha went to the shower made love to each other, after this fucking shraddha asked karan be her boyfriend, karan kiss shraddha kapoor and said alright I you boyfriend,
After getting someone in her life shraddha decided she is going to get same film, shraddha went to a big producer studio, shraddha kapoor enter the studio met the producer and said can you give me some films, the producer smile and said you know there are hotter women than you, shraddha kapoor said I am hot I can show you my hotties, response the producer said alright show me some hotness, suddenly same one come inside it was disha patani, disha patani asked the producer what is this old woman doing here, in the producer said she wants me to do films with her, disha patani laughed and said look at her she's not in front of me, in response shraddha said you know what do you want me to show you what I am front of you, disha look at shraddha with hate and said you know why don't you show me what you are front of me, shraddha then take off her shirt and thrown in the ground, shraddha was standing in just a bra and pant, seeing this disha also take off her shirt, disha was also standing in bra and pants, both women were show there muscular body, the producer said girls I don't want you to destroy you body in fighting, the producer said start show me your talent both of you selectively take of all your clothes and dance show me your body and talent, both women accepts the order, both women start selective you taking off their clothes, shraddha kapoor was the most seductive she take off her pants and then bra and panties, seeing this the producer become sweetie,disha patani also take off her pants and then her bra and panties, both disha patani and shraddha kapoor became nude, the producer seeing two hot women nude said both of you are looking hot ass hall show me your dancing skills, both women selectively for 10 minutes, both shraddha and disha whole body is became wet from there sweetie, both women ass was shaking their boobs was shaking, the whole room became hot, both women looking at each other we hate and Anger, shraddha and disha can stand each other present, both women charge slammed their sweaty body together, both women grabbed each others hair and start pulling, shraddha late go off disha hair and slapping her, disha also let go of shraddha hair and start slapping shraddha,the producer sees this and came in between both shraddha and disha and said ladies stop the fight or I will have both of you thrown out of the industry I don't want you to destroy your body today not in my studio so get out of my studio, both women stop the fight and get dressed and left the studio .

Disha patani came back to her house and took a shower came in front of a mirror and said I will fuck shraddha kapoor, then disha patani got dress and wanted to shraddha kapoor house,Shraddha kapoor came back to her house happy because she has a boyfriend and she fight disha shraddha got her confidence she can fight and women and she is the real women, shraddha took a shower and wanted to sleep, disha patani came to shraddha house at night knocking the door. Shraddha kapoor wake up It was 1:45 AM. Shraddha said Who on earth would be knocking on her door at this hour? She went through the possibilities in her mind as she was nude she found the football jersey she sometimes used as a nightgown, and pulled it over her body. Barefoot and bare-legged, she walked to the door and opened it wide,
Disha patani was on the other side of the door, her hands on her hips, her chest thrust out, a vicious smirk on her beautiful face. Shraddha went through a range of emotions in an instant: surprise, anger, rage.Hey, bitch,” disha said, without preamble. “You left the studio before I had a chance to rub your face in my boobs. I’ve come over to make sure you don’t forget who’s the better woman. Shraddha said You bitch cunt “What the fuck is wrong with you knocking on my door at 2 in the morning.
“Oh, I’m just getting started, whore,” disha patani replied. Without any warning, she lashed out viciously, slapping shraddha hard on her left cheek. Shraddha head whipped around and she cried out, staggering back into her home. Disha pursued her, pushing shraddha, then slapping her again, hard, on the other side of her beautiful face. Shraddha fell back, stunned and reeling in pain and surprise. Disha closed the door and locked it. She kicked off her runners.You fucking slut!” shraddha screeched. She struck out, slapping disha powerfully on her right cheek, then following up with a hard punch to disha patani tits. “Ah, god,” disha patani gasped as she fell back, crossing her arms over her aching boobs.

Both women paused for a moment, both disha patani and shraddha kapoor breathing hard, crouched down, facing each other, their arms raised at their sides, their legs spread.“I’ve had enough of you, disha,” shraddha snarled. “You’re a dirty bitch, filthy cunt. I’m going to beat you senseless, then kick your sorry ass out of here.”“No, you’re going to be my bitch, you fucking whore,” disha said bitch I am going to destroy you for years people told me you are more talented and hotter than me I’m going to teach you which of us is the better woman. Shraddha said I’m going to give you a real lesson right here bitch.
Growling with mutual hate, the two gorgeous women threw themselves at each other. They filled their hands with the other’s hair and pulled savagely. Their grunts and moans of agony grew louder. They held each other at arm’s length as they pulled each other around the room by the hair. Their bare legs kicked and tangled as each tried to trip the other. They pushed apart, releasing each other’s heads, then resumed the slapping, punching, kicking catfight. They battered each other around the house for a few minutes, until they were both disha and shraddha panting furiously. They tried kneeing each other in the crotch, though they mostly only succeeded in battering the other’s inner thighs. They punched and slapped at each other’s tits; their gorgeous faces reddened as each landed hard slaps. Their growing conflict did nothing to resolve their anger. A sexual heat flushed the women’s bodies as their physical battle continued. They threw themselves into each other’s arms and squeezed tight. Big tits crushed tight and hard through their tops. Breasts struggled, mashing, rolling and grinding against each other. Deep in the core of her womanhood, shraddha felt the thrilling sensations of the tit to tit wrestling and relished the sensations. Secretly, she longed to go naked tit to naked tit with her rival.
Disha felt the same intense desire. She pushed shraddha away, breaking their mutual grip on each other, then grabbed shraddha’s jersey. She pulled it up, blinding shraddha who screeched in rage as she become tangled up in the oversized shirt. Disha dragged shraddha around the room before yanking the jersey away from shraddha body.
Shraddha gasped as her rival stripped her jersey. She was almost totally naked, except for her brief thong. Her massive, tanned tits wobbled deliciously. She stopped her instinctive reaction to cross her arms over her chest. Instead, angrily, shraddha put her hands on her wide hips and thrust her tits out in challenge.“You fucking cunt,” she snapped. “Do you like what you see? Do you want to have a go at my tits?”
Disha stepped back, her breasts heaving with the pants of her exertion. Her bright, hungry eyes locked on shraddha kapoor incredible breasts. She licked her dry lips, then reached behind her back and unhooked her halter. Disha patani tits bounced free, jiggling enticingly as she freed them from their meager restraints. She did not stop with her halter. She pushed her shorts down her hips, down her thighs, letting them drop at her feet. Disha was wearing a red thong. For a moment, the two women stood in silence, each one drinking in the other’s almost naked body. Their tits were quivering with excitement, their breath was coming harder, their nipples had hardened into dense spikes. Both women felt their pussies contract, they felt the heat and electricity pouring from their clits, filling their lush bodies. Their eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of the other women.
Disha could not take any more. She reached down and shimmied her wet thong off her pussy, off her hips, down her legs. She kicked it aside and stood proudly before shraddha, completely nude, her hands on her hips, her legs shoulder-width apart, her feet firmly planted. Her clean shaven pussy gleamed with wetness. As shraddha watched, drops of liquid dripped from disha patani cunt to the floor. Shraddha hesitated. She knew that if she lost her thong, she would lose all her protection. She knew where this battle would end. But she paused only a moment. She could not resist the challenge. She followed the other woman’s lead, sliding her thong off, kicking it aside.
The naked women glared at each other from across the living room. Their eyes focused on the other women’s perfect tits,m virtual mirror images of their own. Their eyes roamed down muscled abdomens to clean-shaven cunts, which gleamed with wetness. Both women’s throbbing clits were swelling at the top of their pussies, slowly emerging as they grew in arousal.“It’s time for me to show you who’s top bitch, fucker,” disha purred.“You dirty slut,” shraddha sneered. “I’m going to work you over and throw your naked ass out into the hall.”
“Fucking cunt,” disha patani snarled. She threw herself across the room, her arms open, reaching for shraddha kapoor. Shraddha met disha eagerly, opening her arms, offering her massive tits to the tits of her opponent. The women’s incredible bodies slammed together with a thick, meaty slap. The impact of tit to tit was delicious; electrical sensations of pure erotic pleasure rippled through both women in waves. The women moaned in unison as their big tits mated, as bare nipple met bare nipple for the first time. The women’s powerful arms wrapped around the other’s body. Nose to nose, eye to eye, shraddha and disha snarled at each other as they squeezed, squeezed as hard as they could. They groaned in shared delight and pain as their heavy tits compressed, the taut meat squashing before it refused to yield any further, forming four tight balls of solid flesh between the two women. Shraddha groaned, the combination of pain and sheer erotic delight driving her crazy with lust. shraddha was going tit to tit with disha and the other woman’s tits felt every bit as wonderful against her own as she had dared to hope.
The women writhed and wriggled in each other’s arms, their tits grinding, their hard bellies slapping, their powerful legs struggling to twine and trip the other. They both started kneeing each other, trying to ram their leg between the other’s thighs. Their jerking, straining bodies lost balance; the women released each other just before they toppled on to shraddha kapoor couch. They found themselves sitting side by side. Both women threw an arm over the other’s neck and tried to force their opponent into a headlock. Grunting and straining, the naked women struggled. Their cheeks were flat to each other, shraddha left breast crushed tight, side to side, with disha right tit. Rocking back and forth, they struggled for a minute or two. Then disha took the fight to the next level. Reaching up with one hand, she seized shraddha by the hair; she buried her other hand in shraddha crotch and gripped shraddha kapoor by the pussy. Shraddha screamed and immediately reciprocated. Screaming and cursing, the beautiful women tortured each other’s head and pussy for several minutes as they fought. Side by side they fought, heads rocking and buttocks twisting as each tried to escape the other’s violent grip. Shraddha released disha patani pussy and began slapping the other woman’s jiggling tits. Disha screeched in pain. Shraddha slapped disha hard in the face twice more, stunning her, then used the opportunity to get to her knees on the couch as she grabbed a double handful of disha thick black hair. Disha screamed in agony. Tears of pain rolled down her face. Never one to back down from a challenge, she got to her knees and seized shraddha lustrous hair in both hands.
Screaming, snarling, cursing each other viciously, the two battling bitch women pulled savagely at each other’s hair, struggling to wrangle and control the other woman through pain and sheer physical strength. They were body to body once more, tit to tit, belly to belly, each one taking turns forcing the other over until her back almost touched the couch, until the flow of combat reversed. For some time, the women battled like this, their heavy tits grinding and their bellies sliding over and against each other as they swayed back and forth on the couch. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breath came in pants. Both women rose as high up on their knees as they could, still pulling hair. Their struggling bodies toppled over the back of the couch. They landed on the floor, in the open space between the couch and shraddha kapoor bedroom.
The women unleashed their full rage on each other. They twined their naked bodies together and rolled from one end of a space to the other. Powerful, muscular legs locked and strained, hard bellies slapped and rippled against each other, heavy tits mashed and rolled, thick nipples stabbing into dense titflesh. They slapped each other’s naked asses as often as they could, leaving handprints on each other’s perfect buttocks.“You fucking cow!” shraddha panted.“Dirty slut! Disha shot back.“Whore!”“Cunt!”
Their sweat-drenched bodies rolled against the back of the couch and wedged, unable to move. Shraddha managed to get her arm between their two bodies and elbowed disha in the face, knocking disha patani back, freeing herself. Both women staggered to their feet. Disha looked around, searching for something to use as a weapon. Shraddha threw herself at disha patani, tackling her, pushing her back through the open bedroom door. The naked women fell onto the bed in a tangle of luscious limbs. They continued their battle of attrition, grasping the other’s breasts and squeezing, trying to knee and paw at each other’s crotches, trying to inflict as much pain on their opponent as they could. They were slowing; they had been battling all out for some time.

Shraddha and disha released each other and moved apart. They glared at each other. Their chests rose and fell; sweat gleamed on their muscled bellies, dripped from the tips of their engorged nipples. The women’s eyes returned to the other’s chest. On their knees, hands on hips, they inched towards each other on the bed, both intent on resuming their titfight.
Eyes locked, the women slowly advanced, closing the final distance between their throbbing nips. Nipples touched, sizzling with erotic heat. Both women moaned deep in their throats as the intense feelings rippled through their bodies. They began moving just slightly, moving the tips of their nipples around and around on each other, stroking, stroking, sending electrical shockwaves surging through their bodies. Their cunts burned, their clits swelled, as the nipple to nipple caressing went on and on. The two rivals glared at each other hatefully, but their gorgeous faces betrayed the immense pleasure they were giving to each other. They gasped, they bit their lips, they cried out in delight, they stared hatefully at each through eyes that were half-lidded with pleasure. Slowly, the women moved their nipples around and around the other’s areola. As their need grew, the women moved forward and stabbed their nipples directly into each other, pushing each other back until their throbbing, burning titflesh came into direct contact. Moaning with delight, shraddha and disha moved their tits around and around, pressing thick meat to thick meat, using their tits to massage and caress the other woman’s tits. Their chests burned with a delicious heat. The incredible sensations as their heavy, aching tits rubbed and stroked and mashed and shoved filled them both with almost unbearable desire. With a cry, shraddha wrapped her arms around disha patani, disha instantly reciprocated. The two women squeezed tight then relaxed then squeezed again, compressing and releasing, massaging and pressing. Their moans of pleasure grew deeper and harder.
Disha squeezed shraddha tight, then twisted hard. Shraddha, lost in the delightful sensations radiating from her chest, was not expecting this. The women fell to the bed, their bodies plastered together, limbs locking, belly to belly and tit crushed to tit. They writhed, continuing to grind their tits, their bellies, reveling in the sensations. Disha was on top, looking down at shraddha. They were panting, their eyes were blazing, the heat within and between their cunts was unbearable.
“You fucking cunt,” disha murmured. As shraddha opened her mouth to respond, disha forced her mouth onto shraddha, kissing shraddha kapoor deeply, driving her tongue into shraddha mouth. At first, shraddha resisted, grunting and gasping, trying to free her mouth from the assault. She almost succeeded in pushing disha off of her. As disha patani tongue worked inside her mouth, as the woman’s hot body writhed against her own, as disha tits shifted and mashed with hers, nipples stabbing and grating against each other electrically, shraddha found her resistance crumbling. She wanted to fuck disha like a whore, she wanted to settle their differences in the most primal way that two women could fight. She began to kiss back, hard. The women’s tongues scoured the inside of each other’s mouths as their tongues fought for domination. They sucked back and shared spit. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies, caressing, squeezing, probing. Their erotic moaning spiraled higher and higher.
Shraddha grabbed the hair on the back of disha head and pulled, using the leverage to slowly roll the other woman onto her back. The women nipped and sucked at each other’s lips and necks, they pulled each other’s hair painfully, as they continued to wrestle for domination.
Shraddha mounted disha; disha eagerly spread her legs and arched her pelvis, presenting her wet, hot, naked cunt to shraddha. The women broke their sucking, tongue-twisting kiss long enough to smile at each other lustfully. Their eyes shone with desire and raw hatred.“We’re going to fuck this out, you bitch,” shraddha whispered. “We’re going to fuck until we know who is top bitch.”“Yes,” disha agreed. “Let’s fuck it out, whore. Your cunt against my cunt, clit against clit. The first one to cum loses.”
“You’re on, fucker,” shraddha snarled. She covered disha’s mouth with her own. Their tongues twisted together. Their hips and asses pumped as the women moved their crotches against each other, both seeking the cunt to cunt and clit to clit contact that would finally begin to satisfy their mutual craving for sexual domination. The women moaned deep in their throats as slick, naked pussy lips caressed and slid deliciously on sex-slimed pussy lips. They bucked hard, driving their thick-lipped cunts together, seeking to penetrate, to devour each other’s twats. Hot fuck slits merged, wet labia mixed and meshed, swollen clits met in the hot, fleshy arena of their locked twats. Disha patani sank her fingers into shraddha kapoor bucking, rippling ass and pulled hard. Shraddha reached down and under disha and seized disha patani pumping ass, rejoicing in her mind as she felt the hard meat flex under her fingers. Disha legs twined through shraddha powerful limbs, locking both women in place. Their bellies slapped as the pace of their fuckfight intensified. Their sweat-slick tits rolled and mashed, four thick meaty balls grinding and grinding into each other relentlessly, their nipples stabbing and digging into titflesh when they were not stabbing each other. The women’s hot bellies undulated, navels sucking and releasing constantly. Their swollen, throbbing clits rubbed and rubbed, grinding, fencing, sending shockwaves of pure erotic power roaring through the struggling women with every heartbeat. Their tits were on fire, melting into each other, their bellies were burning against each other, their conjoined cunts felt like furnaces, fusing their clits into one.

With a shared gasp, the women broke their kissfight, neither able to win the mouth to mouth battle for sexual supremacy. They were working too hard to maintain the kiss. Pressed cheek to cheek, shraddha mouth drooling into disha’s, they panted and moaned, cursed and screamed, as they fucked and fucked and fucked. Shraddha hair, wet with sweat, tangled with disha hair. The women ground their clits together mercilessly, both women working their asses with hard, minute thrusts, striving to force more pleasure on the other woman than she could bear. Their bodies began to quake with sexual tension. Shraddha and disha each seized two handfuls of the other hair and pulled hard, hurting each other as much as they could even as they tortured each other with pleasure. Their moans become louder, more desperate. The women struggled to hold back the release of overwhelming ecstasy that threatened to explode at any moment. Their asses and hips jerked, breaking the rhythm of their fuck. The sexual tension in their bodies reached a feverish intensity.
Nose to nose, their teeth clenched as they struggled to hold out, expressions of absolute ecstasy washed over their beautiful faces as they reached their climax at the same moment.“Oh GOD, FUCKING GOD!!,” shraddha shrieked, throwing back her head, her entire body going stiff in pure erotic pleasure. She bucked as she released shot after shot of hot cum into disha’s receptive twat, drowning the other woman’s cunt in pussy juice.“YESSSS, OH FUCK, YESSSSSS!!”disha screamed, her hips jerking, her cunt squirting wildly, her hot cum mixing and flowing with shraddha’s steaming ejaculate.
The women glared into each other’s eyes as they shared orgasm after orgasm of excruciating intensity. They moaned joyfully as they felt their nipples cum all over each other’s tits, as they felt the chain of powerful orgasms roll through their heaving, writhing bodies. Shraddha forced her mouth onto disha’s; the women eagerly tongued each other, rolling tongues, sharing spit, sucking and trying to devour each other with their mouths, too. They moaned tortuously as the final orgasms roared through their straining bodies and left them spent.
Shraddha sprawled across disha, her hands still in disha’s hair, her heart pounding, her incredible body soaked with sweat and drenched in cum. Every part of her felt hot and wet and somehow merged with every part of disha. Disha felt her heart pounding with shraddha’s, she could feel shraddha’s clit pulsing and throbbing into her own. It was delicious and she reached down and ran her finger lightly up the crack of shraddha’s sweaty ass before placing both of her palms on shraddha’s buttocks and squeezing.

For some time, the women lay together, limbs twined, bodies hot and sweat-soaked, panting, floating on a cloud of post-orgasmic bliss, slowing coming down. Shraddha finally rolled herself off of disha patani, throwing herself flat on her back beside disha’s lush, wet body. The women turned their heads to stare at each through hooded eyelids.
“That was a tie,” disha rasped. The tension in her breasts, in her nipples, in her pussy was still burning. She could feel her arousal coming back.“Yes,” shraddha agreed. Disha sat up, pulling herself off the wet sheets. Shraddha pulled herself into a sitting position, getting ready to match whatever disha wanted to try.Disha sat near the foot of the bed, leaned back, braced her body with her hands, and spread her legs wide.Shraddha moaned as she stared into disha patani dripping cunt. Her own twat twitched with desire.“Are you ready for round two, you whore?” disha purred, her smile lustful and savage. Shraddha sat back and mirrored disha position. She reached down between her legs and stroked her wet, steaming twat, flicking her throbbing clit.
“You bet your fucking ass I’m ready for more,” she hissed. Shraddha body was growing hotter by the moment. It felt like a fuck machine. It was hard to believe that, only minutes before, she had nearly passed out from the most intense and delicious orgasms of her life. Now, she was recharged and ready to keep on fucking.“Same as before,” disha grinned. “First to cum loses.”
“Agreed,” shraddha murmured. She slid down the bed, her legs spread wide, and slipped her right leg over the other woman’s left. The beautiful rivals turned their hips as they scissored, swiveling enough to give their cunts a good, hard lock on each other. Their wet pussies slotted together, juicy pussy lips squashing then spreading and locking against each other. They contracted their vaginas, sucking hard, and sealed into an unbreakable bond. Labia merged, powerful, muscled cunts closed on each other.
Shraddha and disha worked their powerful, muscular hips and asses, grinding into each other mercilessly. The women screamed in sexual fever. Each seized the sweaty thigh of the other, dug in her fingers, and worked her ass with all her power, rubbing, grinding, driving her clit against the clit of her rival with all her power. Their clits were locked in a battle to the finish. They rubbed head to head, they flicked each other, they worked around and around each other. The women’s struggling sexhorns fed their bodies with a constant, unbearable supply of pure pleasure. Their engorged clits were only the periscope, the protrusion of a much larger network of clitoral nerves wrapped in a ring around the women’s vulvas. For both women, that ring was on fire, radiating erotic heat and power into every cell of their bodies, pumping up their tits with sensual pleasure, burning their nipples with electricity.
The women fucked and fucked, screaming, cursing, snarling as they ravaged each other. Their eyes burned with unbearable lust, their massive tits jiggled and bounced, spraying sweat and pre-cum. Their muscled bellies rippled as their hips and asses wrestled. The women clamped their cunts on each other and squeezed with all their power, trying to crush the other beautiful bitch into submission.
“Whore! Fucking dirty cunt-eating slut!” disha screamed. She tightened her grip on shraddha thigh then reached out with the hand she had been using to brace her body and kneaded shraddha bouncing left tit, before squeezing the rock hard nipple tight.

“You dirty cunt!” shraddha sobbed. She dug her fingers into disha’s thigh and seized the woman’s engorged, taut right tit and squeezed hard, torturing the nipple.The women continued to maul each other’s tits, using the combination of pain and pleasure to try to overwhelm each other. They were sobbing, their powerful, physically perfect bodies trembling with pre-orgasmic need, their willpower the only thing keeping them from exploding in orgasmic relief. Shraddha wished that she had not agreed that the first to cum would lose; she was certain she could outfuck disha in a test of sexual endurance; she was not sure she could hold her orgasm back a moment longer.

Shraddha reached out and grabbed disha hair and began pulling her in. Disha filled her hand with shraddha locks and yanked viciously. The women spread their legs wider, never breaking their mutual cunt grip, and pulled each other in closer, closer, until their big tits touched, nipple to nipple, until their boobs mashed and throbbed into each other. The women’s mouths came together, tongues lapping, lips sealing, as they locked into an animalistic kiss. Their moans grew in volume and intensity.

Wrapped together, kissing feverishly, tits crushed and asses pumping, shraddha and disha rode each other viciously. Their swollen clits hooked and locked, and overflowed with unbearable sensations. Their nipples burned into each other, throbbing with erotic overload. Their massive, rolling tits felt like they would explode with pleasure.
Both women felt the end coming. They broke their kiss and glared at each other, nose to nose, eye to eye, teeth clenched, breath coming in hard, desperate pants, both gripping the other’s round, sweaty ass, pulling hard.“OH GOD, YOU CUNT!!,” shraddha shrieked. She could not hold out an instant longer; her throbbing, aching cunt contracted and unleashed a gusher of hot cum, inundating their locked twats, spraying up between the women’s writhing bodies.
“GODDAMN FUCKING WHORE!!,” disha screamed at the same moment. Her pussy erupted too, her womanly ejaculate gushing like a firehose, her twat clamping and squeezing shraddha’s twat, which squeezed back. The women clawed at each other, their powerful bodies bucked and twisted against each other, nipples and tits mashing and grinding, nipple cum spraying as their tits came in sympathy with their overloaded cunts.
Shraddha bit and sucked at disha’s shoulder; disha eagerly bit back. The women clung to each other, sobbing uncontrollably as powerful orgasms wracked their shuddering bodies. They released each other, falling away, falling flat onto their backs. The chain of climaxes continued. They grabbed handfuls of the bedsheet and arched their backs. Writhing, wriggling, they drove themselves as deep and hard into each other as they could, cunts locked, asses and hips pumping, tits rocking and spraying, abs rippling as their bodies fought to force every orgasm that they could out of the other woman. The women screamed and moaned and gasped. Shraddha had never experienced pleasure like this before, she had never before been fucked so hard that she could not stop cumming.
Finally, after more than 10 minutes of orgasmic undulations, the beautiful women stopped moving. Their genitals remained squashed tight, hot, wet flesh intermeshed and sealed to hot, wet flesh. Their bodies were soaked with sweat and drenched in cum. They panted furiously, their tits jiggling. They stared at the ceiling, their eyes showing exhaustion, but also astonishment. Neither woman could entirely believe what they had done to each other. Both were on the verge of passing out. They floated in the post-orgasmic bliss for some time.
Shraddha finally found the strength to sit up. She pulled her pussy away from disha’s twat, grunting with effort as their cunts pulled apart with a thick, sucking sound. Cum dripped from their separated twats; their pussies were connected by strings of gooey ejaculate. Disha moaned but did not move. Shraddha turned herself over, so that she was on her belly. She began crawling down disha’s body in reverse, her sex-slimed twat rubbing down the other woman’s belly, then moving over disha’s tits, leaving a trail of hot cum. Shraddha stopped when she was looking directly into disha’s dripping cunt. The thick-lipped, clean-shaven maw was one of the most hated things shraddha had ever seen. This was the delicious organ that had given her so much pleasure. She buried her nose in disha’s cunt and inhaled deeply, loving the acrid, pungent smell of her enemy’s hot genitals. Slowly, she ran her tongue along disha’s wet, cum-slimed pussy lips, eagerly lapping up the ejaculate, slopping it around in her mouth, then spitting it back onto disha’s pussy. Shraddha slipped her hands under disha’s buttocks and grasped the woman’s inner thighs, pulling them further apart. She ran her tongue down disha patani’s slit and probed her rival’s tight, puckered asshole. Smiling with lust, shraddha inserted a finger into disha’s ass and another into disha’s tight pussy. At the same time, she began lapping and nibbling at her rival’s hard, swollen clit. Soon, she took the entire, thumb-sized organ between her lips and began sucking and licking it, her teeth running along the edge of the exquisite nerve. Disha’s body shook and in pain as shraddha ate her to ecstasy.As shraddha ravenously devoured her enemy’s sex, shraddha went to work on shraddha.Disha patani stared up into shraddha’s cunt as it loomed over her face, dripping ejaculate down to her mouth.
“Oh God, yes,yesssssss,”disha moaned as she realized what shraddha planned to do, what shraddha was offering to her. Disha looped her arms around shraddha’s hips, spread her hands on shraddha’s perfect round ass, and raised her head to her rival’s gorgeous cunt. She ran her tongue on shraddha’s twat, she probed the slit. She used her hands to spread apart shraddha’s ass cheeks as she licked at and shoved her tongue into shraddha’s anus. She wrapped her lips around her foe’s swollen, rock-hard clit and began to suck, nibble and gently bite at the most sensitive organ on any woman’s body. As disha felt shraddha’s fingers inside of her twat and ass, disha pulled shraddha down lower on her face, so that she could more easily retaliate. Soon, both women were finger-fucking each other enthusiastically, even as they sucked hungrily on each other’s distended clits.
Shraddha and disha writhed together in absolute ecstasy, devouring each other, forcing so much pleasure on each other that they both became delirious from the exquisite sensations.Their muffled moans, screams, shrieks of erotic joy filled the room.They sobbed, their bodies vibrating from the incredible overload of raw sensations.How long they ate each other, neither women knew. Their bodies trembled with barely-controlled sexual tension,they both felt themselves slipping down to the point of no return, when their bodies could not contain any more pleasure and had to explode.
“FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCCCCKKKKKKK!!,”disha screamed, her body convulsing, a long, hot shot of ejaculate spraying into shraddha’s face and mouth, gushing into her hair. Shraddha kapoor moaned in pleasure and victory as she put her mouth over disha’s cunt and took in as much of the shooting cum as she could, enjoying the taste.Disha writhed, slow and hard, her body shaking, her fingers digging into shraddha’s perfect ass. “No, oh fuck, noooooooooo….” disha patani groaned, twisting her head from side to side as she suffered through orgasm after orgasm. She knew she had cum first.
Shraddha had been only seconds away from exploding. Now, as disha suffered through her orgasmic release, shraddha managed to push back her own impending orgasm. She bent her head to disha’s twat and licked, sucked and fingered every orgasm that she could out of her bitter rival.
When disha finally stopped moving, her breath coming in hard pants, her tits heaving with effort and passion, shraddha sat up.She pressed her aching cunt into disha patani’s face cum hard and said I win bitch and Eat me, you whore, eat me good.” She reached down and filled her hands with disha’s breasts, squeezing both tits hard, before twisting disha patani’s nipples like knobs.Disha reached up, her hands running up shraddha’s belly, to seize and squeeze shraddha’s tits in reply. At the same time, her tongue and lips wrapped around shraddha’s clit, expertly sucking, eating shraddha. Shraddha moaned, her cries of pleasure growing more intense, more desperate, until she threw back her head, covered disha’s hands with her own to push in her tits even harder, and screamed uncontrollably as she came in a gush of hot, delicious cum. Disha drank it like it was nectar, but she still almost drowned in the eruption of womanly ejaculate. It streamed down her face; some splattered into her hair.
When she was finished, shraddha fell forward on disha’s body. She buried her face in her rival’s twat and sighed and moaned, awash in pleasure and the sense of victory. She felt disha licking at her pussy. She kissed disha’s twat. Then there was stillness and quiet. Shraddha’s body vibrated with sensual overload. She was not sure she could move. After several minutes, shraddha slowly rolled herself off of disha and to the side of the bed. She sat up and looked down at her enemy. Disha was quiet, apparently asleep. Her gorgeous face sported a self-satisfied smile.
Shraddha sat on the side of her king-size bed, gathering herself. She stood up, staggering a bit, finding her feet. Her body was wet with sweat and cum. Her nipples were dripping with nipple-cum. She walked to the foot of the bed, reached down, and grabbed disha by her hair. She looped the hair twice around her hand and pulled hard. Disha’s eyes shot open and her hand reached up to grab at shraddha’s forearm. She shrieked at the agony in her scalp.“CUNT! Let me go!” she howled.
Shraddha pulled disha off the bed. Disha thumped painfully onto the floor, but shraddha did not stop; she began dragging disha patani bitch across the floor, towards the apartment door. With a cry, disha rolled over and got onto her knees. She pulled back, moaning in agony, hoping that her hair could withstand the terrible pressure. Fighting the pain, she got to her feet and reached for shraddha head. The two women seized equal handfuls of strong, long hair and began struggling, dragging each other’s naked, bodies around the living room.
“You dirty fucking whore!” disha panted, trying to knee shraddha in the crotch. “I’m going to beat your fucking body black and blue!”“Fuck you, bitch! I told you I would throw your naked ass out the door when this was done! I won! It’s time for your medicine!”The women staggered back and forth, grunting and moaning. The pain they were giving to each other fed the sexual hunger still raging in their cores. Their naked bodies slapped together as the women threw themselves into each other’s arms, both wanting more flesh to flesh contact.
Shraddha pushed disha up against the wall next to the house door. Disha pulled shraddha into her. The women cried out as their tits squashed, as their bellies slapped. Disha released shraddha hair and slipped her hands down shraddha kapoor back to grasp shraddha round, taut ass. Shraddha tightened her grip on disha’s hair, and leaned hard into disha’s sweaty, naked body. She rubbed herself against disha, enjoying the delicious feel of tits to tits, hot, wet belly sliding on belly. The women looked deep into each other’s eyes, panting with lust. Disha’s tongue ran along shraddha’s lips; shraddha licked back. The women locked into a deep, tongue-filled kiss, licking and sucking, spit flowing back and forth.
Shraddha seized disha’s ass; disha tightened her grip on shraddha’s buttocks. They began to exchange hard pelvic thrusts, slapping their wet cunts together. Their groaning became deeper, more intense. They slid pussies back and forth, up and down, seeking the other woman’s clit. They went stiff in each other’s arms, screaming into their locked mouths, when their swelling clits crushed against each other, sending a surge of pure ecstasy roaring through their incredible bodies. The battling women rubbed clits, stroking, stroking, clit on clit, head to head, around and around, giving each other exquisite pleasure. The heat between their rolling, struggling tits threatened to consume them; their bellies were slick with sweat as their abdominal muscles rippled. Their asses pumped hard, driving and grinding pussy to pussy. They broke the kiss and rested cheek to cheek, panting and moaning, gasping and crying out as the pleasure built.
“Cunt, oh God, you cunt…,” disha breathed at shraddha. They were nose to nose, tongue to tongue, glaring at each other as their shared pleasure became unbearable. “I hate you so fucking much…”“I hate you too, you dirty slut,” shraddha gasped.Their moans grew louder, deeper. Their hips jerked rhythmically, their asses rippling as they ground clit to clit, riding each other, fucking each other senseless, fucking and fucking like animals, grinding more pleasure out of each other than they could stand. The women’s beautiful faces became masks of sexual agony as they struggled to keep from exploding; tears streamed down their faces and they began to whimper and sob as the intensity of the pressure in their tits and their clits became unbearable.
The women’s clits went supernova, exploding with heat that suffused their bodies, that filled them both to the brain with ecstasy. They screamed together, jerking their hips, determined to pound the other woman into absolute submission. Their contracting cunts gushed, drowning both women’s quims in cunt juice. Cum streamed down their thighs, down their calves to their bare feet and the floor. They ejaculated again and again and again, shuddering in each other’s arms, moaning with delight, gasping with pleasure, until they were finally spent.
Shraddha leaned against disha, pinning disha to the wall, their massive tits pressed tight. Disha patani’s hands stroked shraddha’s hot flesh, a movement that was surely unconscious, but which delighted shraddha. Shraddha’s hands moved on disha’s ass.Shraddha pulled back and pressed nose to nose, eye to eye, forehead to forehead with disha patani. Disha stared back defiantly, her eyes half-closed.“Dirty fucking slut,” disha whispered.“Cunteating whore,” shraddha replied.The women kissed hard, rough, their tongues twisting, their spit flowing, both women trying to suck the other out.
As they settled into a deep, sucking, tongue lashing kiss, shraddha reached around disha and opened the home door. She moved quickly, suddenly pulling disha away from the wall, moving her into the door. She placed both of her hands on disha patani’s thick tits and pushed hard. The other naked woman stumbled back, falling out of the house, landing on her back on the floor.
Shraddha reached down and grabbed the nearest scrap of clothing lying on the floor. It just happened to be disha’s shorts. She threw them into disha’s face. Get the fuck out of here, whore!” shraddha growled. “I’m done with you! I beat you! Live with it!”“You fucking cunt,” disha panted. Disha picked up her shorts. Shraddha closed the house door in disha face and locked it. Disha pulled on her shorts but still be topless wanted back to her home humiliated.

Shraddha kapoor came back to her room and collapsed on her bed. Sighing, exhausted, she wrapped herself in the wet, cum and sweat-splattered sheets. She smiled as she nestled down into the soaked sheets, cocooning herself in the powerful scent of sex, in the scent of her enemy. Shraddha felt magnificent. She had beaten her rival, proving her sexual superiority

[Sakib]

Disha patani came back to her home humiliated she cried for 4 days, disha patani could not get out of the house because of humiliation, one morning disha wake up and took a shower came out of the shower nude came in front of the mirror and said I have a Strong body I will destroy shraddha kapoor body and life, then disha called a friend and asking him find out about shraddha kapoor life, hours later disha friend call and said shraddha has a boyfriend named karan wahi, disha patani started to think she should fuck him, disha patani went to karan house and Ring the door Bell, the door open karan look at disha, disha grab karan and kissed him and said fuck me, karan could not resist, both karan and disha fuck each other for 2 hours, disha grab her phone and made a video of her fucking karan, disha send video with a massage said bitch shraddha I fuck you man if you want revenge come to my home.
Shraddha kapoor was happy in her life suddenly video and massage seeing the video she got mad and after Reading the message she got even more mad, shraddha immediately went to disha house, shraddha kapoor Ring the door and door opened disha smile and said did you enjoy the video, shraddha kicked disha in the stomach, disha fall back, shraddha came into the house lock the door and start punching disha in the face, disha grab shraddha shirt rip it off, shraddha also rip disha shirt, both women start slapping each other in the face, both women want to destroy each other, disha said why don't both of us take off for clothes and then fight, shraddha said alright, both women separate and begin to take off their clothes , disha patani was completely nude,but shraddha kapoor had a panties on her.
Shraddha and disha circled slowly. Both knew they were going to fight but neither knew how far the other planned to go. It began when shraddha roughly shoved disha, hard enough to let disha bitch know who was in charge, but not hard enough to knock her down. Disha resolved the issue when she drew back her right fist as far as it would go and slammed it into shraddha's midsection.
Shraddha let out a deep groan of pain as disha's fist powered deep into her firm tummy just above her panty line. Disha loosed another punch that crashed into the same spot and shraddha let out a cry as she doubled over from the low blow. Disha took advantage of shraddha kapoor's position as she reached over and grabbed shraddha hair in one hand and punched her even farther below the bellybutton with the other.
Shraddha legs buckled and again she cried out. She would have fallen but for disha strong grip on her hair keeping her upright. Disha jerked back on shraddha hair so that she was looking straight up at the ceiling, then cruelly buried a hard fist in shraddha's left breast, pancaking the heavy flesh against shraddha's breastbone. Every bit of disha's power had gone into the punch and the pain that registered on shraddha's face was instantaneous as shraddha crumpled to the floor thinking disha had just blown her tit apart. Shraddha lay breathing heavily in severe pain, her left breast feeling like it had exploded under the fist.

"Get up bitch, we're nowhere near finished yet," disha sneered, pulling shraddha to her feet and wrapping her left hand behind shraddha's neck to hold her in place.disha took a step back and then came forward, kneeing shraddha between the legs; a solid shot that crunched into shraddha's pussy like a freight train. Shraddha's thin white satin panties did nothing to shield her pussy from the cruel blow and her knees buckled again. Still, disha bitch held her up and disha punched her again in the breast. Shraddha screamed as disha's fist splatted into her rapidly swelling baggy breast, pinching the tender orb between knuckle and breastbone.

Shraddha moaned aloud as Disha reached up and clasped each of her trembling breasts and began violently twisting and squeezing the battered boobs, clamping down on the nipples and using them to give her aching breasts several violent twists.

Shraddha writhed and howled out in pain, grabbing at disha's wrists, trying to alleviate some of the pain. Shraddha cried out in agony, knowing from experience that at this rate it was only a matter of time before disha worked her body into defeat.Suddenly, shraddha dropped her hands from disha wrists and, with a cry of pain and rage, slammed herself into disha, wrapping her arms around disha patani body in a bearhug. Clinched together, both women surged forward into the other, bringing their breasts into one another as their sweat-slick bodies stuck together in a tight embrace.

Shraddha dug her nails into disha's back and began raking furiously over her sweat-drenched body, ripping disha's flawless skin and leaving dark, red welts. Reacting quickly, disha slapped her hand on shraddha's sweaty back and clawed her nails as hard as she could. All four sets of nails wreaked havoc on flat backs, as both disha and shraddha dug deep furrows and raised heavy welts that instantly filled with blood.Shraddha scratched downward, tearing at the tender flesh of disha's lower back, while disha raked upward, digging into shraddha's back and the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. Disha suddenly threw back her head, letting out a thunderous moan of pain, as shraddha lacerated her back deeply with her nails. Moaning filled the room as disha and shraddha ripped and clawed their nails over each other's backs until shraddha worked hers around disha's upper body until she could carve into the outside of disha's smooth, creamy breasts and making disha scream louder as she was definitely getting the worst of the exchange.

Disha patani nails tore into shraddha's back. She plowed hard and deep until the pain became too much for shraddha, and with a scream of utter pain she shoved disha away. Both women were drenched in sweat, the raw, scratched skin on their backs burning from it. Disha’s back was covered with deep red scratches and bloody red marks scored the outsides of her breasts, streaking across the expanse of pale flesh from armpit to nipple. Even though shraddha had given better than she got, her body too was racked painfully. Her back looked as if a road map had been carved on it and her own blood mixed with disha’s stained the waistband of her white panties. Both actresses were being ripped apart by the other, and both knew the battle wouldn't end until one of them could no longer get again and continue the fight.Feeling the blazing skin and deep trenches shraddha had carved into her, disha moved in and, in one fluid motion, grabbed shraddha's hair in her left hand as her right fist swung in a low arc. Disha blasted shraddha across the mouth, her fist crushing shraddha’s lush, full lips. Shraddha head rocked to the right as blood sprayed grotesquely from her face as disha kept boring in, slamming shraddha back against the wall and throwing a punched that thudded into shraddha firm abs. The punch wasn't all that hard, but disha kept her fist shoved in shraddha belly, using her own momentum to push the fist deep into her guts.

The air was forced from shraddha's lungs as disha jerked her fist out and again slammed it back into shraddha's now-soft abs. Picking up where she’d left off, disha jammed her carefully nails onto shraddha kapoor breasts, sinking nails deep into the firm globes before she raked them down forcefully over the aureole. Disha's strong nails plowed shraddha sensitive breasts, blazing and carving a fresh trail of carnage in the tender mounds. Shraddha's breasts, soaked with sweat and blood and were covered with raised welts, shook and quivered in pain."Take a last look at your tits, bitch. I'm gonna destroy them before I'm done."

Shraddha threw back her head and let out a thunderous scream of horrible pain as disha began to ravage her breasts. Thel nipples were swelling fast, the delicate skin on her aureole becoming tighter and tighter with every wrench of disha's's powerful hands and every scratch of her highly polished nails. Knowing her precious nipples were in danger of giving out completely, shraddha knew she'd be suffering the ultimate defeat if disha made good on her threat and destroyed her breasts. She was determined that wouldn’t happen. In fact, if anything, she was going to annihilate disha breasts!

Getting her head back into the fight, shraddha slid her hands up to disha's sweaty, creamy breasts and positioned her nails in the cleavage betweenl peaks. Then she began digging into disha patani swollen tits; pressing her nails in deep, she raked her claws over the breasts and nipples, separating disha's tits as she pulled to the sides, then released them and let the supple flesh spring back into place as her nails ripped away to the moans of pain from disha. Shraddha nails blazed horribly, bloody trails across disha magnificent breasts as, face to face, their eyes glowed with sadistic satisfaction at the pain etched on the other’s face. Disha's eyes were clenched tight shut in agony as her breasts were mauled and shraddha continued to carve her nails in hard, scraping away at disha's breast flesh with fanatical fury. Shraddha was grunting with exertion as she tried to hollow out disha precious breasts.

She leaned in close to disha's ear and whispered, "I'm going to rip these tits off today disha. Think you're in pain now? Wait till you feel THIS! Disha's head rolled weakly as shraddha gave her battered breasts another clawing.Disha patani could only splutter, "Unnnnhhhhhhh..." as shraddha ripped her flesh.Shraddha was letting her well-known venomous streak show as she re-positioned her nails back in the already deep scratches she’d gouged in disha's flesh and then dug her nails in again, shredding disha's glorious breasts which were now covered with blood.

Shraddha roughly pulled her hands off disha’s tits, then winding up, smashed a hard right fist that thundered head-on into the left breast, flattening it against her chest. Disha moaned loud and long in pain as air blasted out of her mouth, shraddha shoulders were sprayed with blood as disha recoiled her head back in agony at the moment of impact.Shraddha lined up her punches very carefully and disha experienced another burst of pain as her hard right fist exploded into disha left breast and again smashed in into her quivering body. A hard right uppercut to the ravaged breast, smashed it upward and the pulverized breast bounced and flopped on her chest. Pressure cuts appeared on disha swelling breasts where shraddha's hard punches were bruising and busting them up as she riveted her with brutal punches.

Shraddha stopped tearing apart disha's breasts and backed away, letting disha slump in the corner, sobbing in anguish, her raw breasts radiating and throbbing in pain as she tenderly cupped her breasts in her long fingers, trying unsuccessfully to assuage away the hurt from shraddha smashing her once-creamy smooth flesh into a bloody pulp.

Tears of pain and rage streamed down disha's ruddy face as her eyes burned with hatred for shraddha. In that instant, shraddha knew she had her! She knew she could put disha away any time she wanted and destroy the haughty disha bitch for good. Shraddha stop short of actually killing her, of course; it was always more fun to leave them alive with the knowledge that you were capable of doing so much more.
No, shraddha wouldn’t kill disha but she was going to work disha over and give her the ass-kicking of a lifetime. With this thought in mind, shraddha let out a scream as she ran into disha, fists flying, clobbering her body back into the wall. An explosion of pain tore into disha's cheekbone, as shraddha' fist made contact just below her eye, hitting like a sledgehammer. Disha reeled back, her head snapping as shraddha still came on, her stone-hard fist again slamming disha's face, breaking her nose with a sharp crack. Blood curtained down her face as shraddha drove her to the floor on her ass. Disha rolled onto her knees, her hand over her shattered face, a mixture of her sweat and blood dripping on the floor from the heaving tips of her freely swinging bare breasts."Du duckin’ ditch!!!!" Disha screamed, "Du brook my dose!Her right hand clamped over her broken nose as blood welled out between her fingers. Shraddha stood over her threateningly, her fists clenched at her hips as she hissed, "Stay down on your knees, bitch!!!"

Shraddha placed her foot on disha shoulder and roughly kicked disha to the floor on her back. With a scream, shraddha launched herself into the air above disha patani, splashing down onto her midsection with her body extended full length, landing with her full weight as hard as she could. Every cubic inch of air was driven from disha's lungs as shraddha’s weight crashed onto her, completely winding her.Disha gasped for air while shraddha, her body nicely cushioned by the bitch had no such problem. Shraddha went wild on disha, burying her hands in disha tresses on either side of her head and pulling in opposite directions as disha screamed. Shraddha wrenched disha’s head back and forth, straining her neck muscles. Shraddha spread her legs wide, her feet digging into the carpet for a better grip as she abused disha patani beneath her, hurt disha still further.

Through her pain, disha realized shraddha spread-eagled legs and she brought her right leg up and drove her knee into the juncture of shraddha legs as hard as she possibly could. The pain was so sudden and intense that shraddha couldn't even scream; her mouth just opened into an 'O' and hung open in a silent moan. Disha thumped her kneecap into the V again, connecting with shraddha's cunt. Shraddha felt her pussy had just been driven up into her throat as she gurgled in pain.Disha slapped shraddha hands flat on disha's sweaty back and raked her nails up her spine, troweling her blazing back before she slid her left hand into shraddha hair and yanked her head back. Savagely, disha slammed her right palm up under shraddha's chin and shoved shraddha's head back still farther. Shraddha's hard body was slowly being bent over in a 'U' as disha increased the pressure. Disha started to stand shraddha up onto her feet and her snarl of rage chilled shraddha to the bone.

Disha whispered, "Are you ready for this, bitch? This'll hurt you a lot more than me.She threw shraddha body down on her back and fell on top of her, raising her knee again as it burrowed into shraddha wide-open pussy! This time shraddha screamed so loud it hurt disha's ears. Disha's knee impacted shraddha's pussy squarely, cracking onto shraddha's pubic bone as shraddha's hands shot down trying to shield her searing crotch.

Disha wasted no time capitalizing. She immediately wrapped both hands around shraddha breasts and turned both tits as violently hard as she could. Shraddha sobbed in pain and grasped disha wrists in an attempt to pry away disha hands but disha patani twisted again and shraddha breasts which were so swollen and engorged with blood that disha knew it was only a matter of time before the purple nipple exploded.

Disha hands tore into shraddha kapoor succulent globes, squeezing, ripping and pinching her breasts until they were mottled with reddish bruises and black-and-blues. Whenever shraddha tried to mount any offense, disha again slammed her knee into shraddha shattered crotch. Shraddha almost passed out from the waves of pain emanating from her swollen and bleeding breasts."Let's see how you like getting your tits ripped off shraddha, Disha screamed as she shook her breasts to the sides, then up and down as the delicate skin stretched nearly to breaking.

Shraddha breasts were slippery with both women’s blood and each nipple had a deep thumbnail scratch on. Disha pulled her clawed hands from shraddha bloody breasts and hauled shraddha to her feet by the hair. Disha started taking aim on her globular targets with her clenched right fist, as her left hand held shraddha by the hair. A hard right uppercut landed solidly on her ravaged left breast, connecting under the bottom slope and rocketing the misshapen tit upward. It bounced before it wobbled back into place on her chest. Disha followed with another solid uppercut, this one to the bottom of the right breast, powerfully smashing it upward and splattering blood across shraddha's ravishing face.Disha continued to hammer away with uppercuts, alternating between shraddha breasts. Each blow to shraddha breasts splattered more blood as the breasts themselves were smashed against her body by the crack of knuckles-on-breasts that echoed off the walls each time disha's rock-hard fist crashed into the battered tits.Disha pounded and pummeled shraddha's soft orbs as disha battered shraddha kapoor, then shifted her attack north, giving shraddha a hard fist on the chin so hard that disha thought that shraddha head would come off her shoulders shraddha teeth clacked together as her mouth was smashed shut by disha's fist. Shraddha slumped over on her feet, her aching, almost broken jaw resting against disha's right shoulder.

As saliva dribbled off of shraddha's split lip, she knew the fight would belong to this bitchy disha if she didn't do something immediately. At such close quarters, disha was digging in uppercutting punches into shraddha's midsection, short, powerful shots that forcefully lifted her up on her toes. Shraddha's arms were draped around disha waist, supported by disha's hips. Now, shraddha dropped her right hand down between them and found disha vulnerable cunt. Suddenly, shraddha latched hard onto one of disha's labia, crushing, pinching and pulling up on the swollen cunt lip flat. Disha's damp pussy erupted in pain, the most disorienting pain she'd ever felt and her body began to convulse in pain as shraddha tenaciously held on, keeping her grip throughout disha's struggles.

Shraddha yanked disha's fleshy pussy lip up as she pulled it outward away from her body, threatening to rip a chunk of it off disha's body. Disha's pain-wracked body was forced to follow shraddha to the center of the room as shraddha wrenched her cunt lip up and down, leaving disha to moan in pain as she bounced from one foot to the other. Intensifying her pain, shraddha reared back with her left hand and began rocking disha with powerful openhanded slaps, splitting her lips and forcing disha patani upper body backward while pulling her hips forward with the painful grip on her pussy.

Disha had to clinch with shraddha to keep close to her or risk having part of her pussy ripped away. Realizing her dilemma, disha landed a hard punch to shraddha nose, a powerful haymaker, rocking shraddha kapoor. Shraddha chose her next punch carefully, lining a straight powerful shot that flattened shraddha left breast to her body. Shraddha winced, instinctively releasing her right hand from disha's cunt to protect her breast. Disha staggered away clutching her pussy to massage some of the fiery pain away.Then shraddha was on her again, slapping disha silly with slaps and backhands to her face. Disha was in serious trouble. Her greatest asset, her face, was being ruined by shraddha’s barrage of slaps that came in fast and stingingly hard. As shraddha’s hard open hands swept back and forth across her swollen face, disha's right eye closed to just a swollen slit. Then shraddha closed her hand in a fist and two huge punches tore into disha patani's head. Shraddha’s punches were hard and cruel, spinning disha's whole body left and then back right. Disha moaned aloud in pain and shock as she staggered sideways and crashed into the wall. Shraddha reached out and clapped her strong hands around both of disha's well-sculpted breasts. Using her nails, shraddha again began to jerk and twist disha pink nipples. She yanked disha patani's breasts, stretching and straining them away from her body. Disha's swollen breasts and nipples were stretched fully taut and she looked down in horror as her misshapen tits snapped back like over-extended rubber bands whenever shraddha let go. Disha moaned as shraddha turned, twisted, and pulled unmercifully on her reddened nipples. Blood and sweat glistened on disha patani's breasts, as she moaned in agony, the sides of her tits creasing as shraddha tugged them.

As shraddha's hands twisted and corkscrewed disha's tits, the deep scratches she’d inflicted earlier opened up and blood began to flow again, radiating out from the nipple and streaming across her breasts, making disha patani tits slippery. Shraddha kapoor again raked her nails roughly across the nipples, mashing the fattened, blood-engorged nipples flat between her strong fingers. Disha's nipples were hardy and extremely thick and shraddha kneaded them harshly between her fingers and ground in her fingernails. Disha leaned her head back, her eyes closed, moaning with every painful twist of her bleeding nipples.

Shraddha knew disha's breasts would never be the same again as she distorted them horribly in her grasp, crushing disha patani milk bags as disha sobbed and cried out in pain. Releasing her death-grip on disha's nipples, shraddha grabbed a handful of breast flesh in each hand with her sharp thumbnail on the upper slope of disha's breasts and started to dig her fingernails into the tender flesh at the bottom of each cone. Shraddha was clawing apart disha's tits as her nails bit in deep. Disha rolled her head to her right, groaning in pain while her breasts were being ravaged by her vicious enemy. Shraddha then reached up and began digging her nails back into the scratches and scoring on the top of disha's breasts as shraddha raked disha's tits down, opening them up again, causing blood to stream freely down over her rapidly pumping belly. Shraddha's nails and fingers were plunged deeply into the soft red meat of disha’s breasts, as she scratched her nails savagely over the burning nipples. Disha moaned and grunted from the ripping motion as shraddha's polished nails tore across her chest, her strong hands flattening disha's breasts against her hard body, then driving her nails deep. Disha's breasts opened up, covered with a thick coating of blood oozing out to mix with her sweat.

Both women were exhausted and in horrible pain, the fight having lasted far longer than either had expected. Both knew they couldn't last much longer. Shraddha's toned leg suddenly came blasting up, clobbering disha's cunt and causing disha to moan and collapse on her knees. Shraddha wasted no time. Shraddha pulled disha patani head down into her right knee that crushed her lips and crunched into disha's bloodied nose. Shraddha dropped to her knees beside disha patani and pushed her over on her back. She spread disha's shapely legs, pulled back her hands and, as disha moaned, shraddha in a last burst of strength, rammed her fist into the junction of disha's legs, her punch crunching deep into her wet, swollen cunt. Shraddha kapoor fist ripped disha apart, tearing into her insides and destroying her womanhood.

Disha patani sobbed in pain and rolled to her side, doubled over as shraddha ripped her strong fist out, disha feeling like shraddha just tore her pussy open. Roughly rolling disha back over onto her back, shraddha cocked her right fist again and took aim at what was left of disha's left breast.

Disha saw where shraddha was aiming and a look of abject horror crossed her face as she pleaded, "Please!! Not my breast shraddha! Don't!! You'll Kill Me!!"But shraddha’s fist was already on its way, plunging into the underside of disha's round breast. Disha screamed, hot agony making her body arch, her eyes wide in shock and pain, head thrown back as her scream echoing through the room. "Aaaaaaaaaaah! Oh God!! My breast! My BREAST!"Blood erupted over shraddha hand as disha's breast collapsed beneath it. Disha's body spasmed once in pain before her eyes rolled back into her head as she passed out. Only the slow rise and fall of her battered chest showed she'd survive to fight another day. Shraddha had destroyed disha's breasts exactly as she’d promised.
Shraddha kapoor got up in pain and kicked disha body 5 times and said never mess with me bitch, shraddha kapoor got dress and left victories.

Shraddha kapoor win.

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They have hated each other enough, make them lovers now, they both have immense lust for each other and they don't need Karan, their bodies need each other

They have fought enough, make them next sexfight as their passionate confession of love, both are sensationally hot when they make out as lovers, so much better than trying to hurt or trying to prove better