DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 13 (Patreon)

The exchange of saliva opened new war fronts. Letting themselves go, the masked girls released one hand from the other’s hair and let their fingers roam the foe’s wet body. Valeria felt the other brunette’s nails sinking painfully into her ass for a moment, then scraping her side from the bottom up with hatred. At the same time, she scratched AntiValeria’s legs with her fingernails and tore at some of the fishnet of her stockings before moving up past her cut-offs to attack her flat belly.

And, in spite of all the damage the nails were doing, the focus of the fight was still in the rivals’ mouths. The two identical beauties bit and licked each other mercilessly, invading and being invaded in a back-and-forth contest that no one seemed able to control. With her tongue locked in a wet tussle with her antithesis, Valeria twisted her head and tried to reach the other young woman’s throat—when she succeeded, AntiValeria’s choked gasps stiffened her whole body with pleasure. But the excellent skills of her enemy were once again demonstrated when, seconds later, her tongue managed to push Valeria’s back, finally forcing some groans of suffocation from the model.

Nibbling on each other’s full lips, the two contenders knelt facing each other, their hands clutching firm boobs and ample hips. Then Valeria had enough with the masks that separated their faces in that moment of intimate and close animosity, and her right hand tore off AntiValeria’s camouflage. Half a second later the other beauty unmasked her, and the feeling that the two of them could now compare their twin faces for real somehow overwhelmed Valeria. She couldn’t help but push her tenacious rival and finally separated both hot and sweaty bodies.

Everything seemed to calm down in the alley for a moment. Beyond the darkness, the city started to fall asleep—the clubs were closing their doors, and the last groups of revelers were returning home as they could, drunk on alcohol and partying. A cab driver was picking up three thirtysomething women not far from the entrance of the alley, all of them unaware of what was happening a few meters away—oblivious to the female drama of firm, young flesh in competition, of twin gorgeous faces in comparison, of keeping one’s place in a world that had been turned upside down.

Valeria slowly rose to her feet, at the same time as AntiValeria. The social star felt her whole sexy body battered, her soft skin scratched, her fat breasts rubbed and her fleshy mouth bitten, but that hurt nothing compared to the torment of seeing for the first time in the flesh the face of her rival. In front of her, she could see a perfect reflection taken from her mirror, twin features that no darkness could ever hide—hair, foreheads, eyebrows, eyelashes, eyes, nose, cheeks, upper lip, lower lip, chin. Valeria could recognized her own skin tone, face shape, hairstyle and smile lines on AntiValeria, and even the other brunette’s way of looking was identical to hers, with that peculiar intensity with which she always lived everything. She knew how much hatred, jealousy, lust and passion AntiValeria felt because her enemy showed it in the same way she did, but that ease of reading was a two-way street, so she couldn’t have any secrets from the other defiant woman either.

Licking her lips, Valeria couldn’t help but pursue a dangerous line of thought at the unmasked sight of her opponent, with AntiValeria’s constant accusations—copy, impostor, faker—pushing her to a disturbing, uncomfortable place she never thought possible to be: what if she, Valeria Guerrero, wasn’t really Valeria Guerrero? Was it even possible?

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