I knew what was going to happen next.
It was inevitable.
Catfight.
I could hear the cats in the back ally howling.
Claws extended.
They both ripped off each other's skin tight pants.
Stacey had on a tight silky pink underwear, with matching g-string underneath.
Felicity had on a glossy microbikini, color matching her tangerine lip gloss.
It was when they pawed at each other and ripped off their tops that the visuals got exciting.
Big gorgeous boobs were screaming, release me.
Some people are moved by clasical music, but Duromine loves good old gutter smut.
Don't say this in polite company.
Faces were scratched.
Tits molested.
Nipples pinched.
Pussies rubbed sore.
Boy this catfight was going to be a real doozy.
