DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 14 (Patreon)

“Bullshit,” the gorgeous model snarled loudly, her eyes shooting darts of deep, igneous hatred at the source of her frustrations. “Fuck your mind games, bitch, now I’m going to destroy you, dirty fake copy!”

“You can try.” AntiValeria’s lips twisted into a grimace of extreme dislike as the two beauties came at each other. “Trashy impersonator!”

The clash of topless bodies was a collision of young flesh but also of anxiety and exasperation. Valeria tugged at AntiValeria’s hair with one hand, determined to pull out as many dark strands as she could to make the other brunette look less like her, while with her other fingers she squeezed a firm boob in an attempt to deflate it and unbalance the equality of breast size in her favor. Her antagonist’s hands wasted no time either, and Valeria felt the nails on her scalp, on her left bare mammary gland as both young rivals staggered and struggled with each other in the alleyway.

Instinctively following the echo of the previous tangle, the two girls began to bite and lick lips and tongues as if there was no tomorrow, trapping each other in a deadly kiss that would leave swelling and bruising within hours. Valeria didn’t care about the aftermath and its consequences, however, as long as she won, so she started punching AntiValeria’s side and belly even though she knew it would open the door to receiving the same punishment in return—the first blows soon came, and the model gritted her teeth to withstand the nasty, short punches to her abdomen and ribs.

“If it’s a wild catfight you want, you’ve got it!” AntiValeria spat out just before biting Valeria’s upper lip and punching her midriff furiously.

“All I want is to beat you out of my life!” the girl screamed, sinking both her tongue into her enemy’s mouth and her fist into her navel.

Beating each other with punches and scratches, with licks and bites, the beauties stumbled into the depths of the alley, where the shadows were deepest. The pavement there descended gently and curved to the left, so when Valeria’s strong legs locked with AntiValeria’s, the brunettes lost their balance and found themselves rolling downward together in a tight bearhug. The social star had to close her eyes to avoid getting dizzy at the increasing speed but, out of the blue, she crashed into a pile of cardboard boxes. The collision broke the women apart, and Valeria ended up on her back, gasping and in pain.

The model needed a full minute to start moving. Through her watery eyes, she saw a tinkling street lamp hanging above her on a nearby wall. Turning her face, she realized she was in some kind of small rectangular square, poorly illuminated by a few lights scattered around its perimeter. With no exit other than the slope of the alley, the site was abandoned—there were some boxes stacked up here and there, some sacks in the center of the square, and what looked like a ramshackle hot dog stand, obviously left there for a long time, in a corner. But what worried Valeria was that, above the walls of the square, there were a few windows and balconies, some lit up at that late hour of the night—if anyone peeked out, they could see her half-naked under the street lamp. So she rolled over herself into the darkness between two lights.

It was then that, getting on her knees, her erect brown nipples unexpectedly met another stiff pair of sexual rods in the obscurity—AntiValeria was in front of her, panting and surrounded by shadows.

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