MILF Rivals Tiebreaker

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Not only were they hissing like cats but even mew like cats too. All this tits rubbing and abs grinding had force to build up even more sweat. Gracie would later pull her body away from Fumiko's before throwing herself back at her. If Fumiko played along (No doubt, she would.) then a loud slapping sound would be heard outside the ring. Getting both of their husband's attention as their bodies jiggled by impact.

"Oh my, I think they prefer my ass over yours~" Gracie turned her head towards the two spectators. Swinging her hips from side to side, even blowing away a kiss at them.

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With Gracie slamming her body into Fumiko's, the onna-musha eagerly followed suit. Not letting the cowgirl get away with that body bash, Fumiko began slamming against her rival with equal vigor. Neither woman would give each other an inch as their naked bosoms and abs grew more sweaty whole grinding together. With Gracie getting distracted amidst her smug bragging, Fumiko took the opportunity to shove her body into the cowgirl's with a meaty SMACK! Muscling her rival into the corner, Fumi smirked. "You of all people would know my ass is better than yours." Taunted the onna-musha, wiggling her butt to the husbands watching.

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While Gracie had her eyes on their husbands, Fumiko took advantage of the distracted cowgirl and pin her into the corner. Grinding her body up against hers while the husbands watch. Now it was Fumiko's turn to entertain the spectators by wiggling her butt while grinding her hips against Gracie's. Eventually, she'd let go of her opponent's hands and wrap her arms around her waist. Pulling the Japanese milf closer for their bodies to mush against each other.

"B-but my tits are still better!" Gracie moaned, her breasts would press against Fumiko's. She twist her upper body from left to right, letting their nipples to flick against each other. She then lean her head forward and press her forehead into the other milf's.

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Taking a moment to look over her shoulder at the men and show off her milf ass to both of them. It was a moment of self-indulgence, but the dominating feeling it gave was worth it. Or so the Onna-Musha thought, but Gracie corrected that thought by pulling in Fumiko close, breasts and chubby bellies making contact, flicking her nipples against Fumi's. A wince escaped Fumiko as Gracie flicked their teats upwards. "Tch, in your dreams, pig! I beat those udders to mush last time!" Fumi had to play catch-up with Gracie, bearhugging her and pushing her forehead into her hated nemesis' head with equal vigor, trying to keep her trapped in the corner.

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Although Gracie was winning their husband's attention by giving them a show, she was still trapped in the corner while having her body crushed against Fumiko's. Despite giving fierce resistance by trying to have her breasts engulf Fumi's, she could feel her back be forced against the turnbuckle. "You mean how I got on top of you and had you in tears?" Eventually, Gracie would try turn the tables by throwing everything she had on her.

She let go of the thick Onna-Musha's waist and went straight for her hair. Pulling her head back as she simultaneously pulled her hips back and thrust forward. This would leave a small gap between them before it would close up again. Until Gracie would do it again and again till her back was no longer touching the corner. Once she was no longer trapped into the corner, she would steer her rival's head to the ropes. They laid on their sides as the ropes try their best to prevent them from falling.

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Curvaceous naked bodies drenched in sweat grinded in the corner of the ring as Fumiko kept the pressure on Gracie. Womanly grunts escaped the lips of both milfs as they struggled against each other. The sounds of strain coming from both women in the ring only made the fight hotter for the husbands,

Fumiko felt pretty good about her position, but that didn't make Gracie any less annoying. "Still clinging to that, as if you didn't get my ass on your ugly face!" Fumi taunted, pressing her belly and boobs against the cowgirl's, but Gracie switched tactics. "Argh!" A cry escaped Fumiko's lips as her hair was pulled back. Gracie slammed her hips against the Onna-musha's until she had escaped the corner, forcing Fumi to awkwardly bend over the ropes.

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With Gracie out of the corner, they should be able to fight in a more even ground. However, the hair pull was much powerful than she imagined as she steered her rival's head to the side and into the ropes. She went a step further by pulling Fumiko's head outside of the ring while the rest of her body remained inside. Bending her back over the top rope to expose her belly.

"Get ready to make some noise, bitch!" She yell.

While one hand was holding onto her hair, she reeled her other arm back. Throwing a jab directly into the other milf's belly. A loud smack of flesh would be heard outside from the ring. But one punch wasn't enough to satisfy the cowgirl so she did it again then again. Sometimes her strikes would turn from hard jabs to just light open handed slaps just to listen to the sound of Fumiko's flesh being smacked.

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Being forced back, Fumiko had allowed Gracie to escape her dicey position in the corner, while also putting the Onna-musha in great pain at the same time. Struggling, Fumiko did her best to fight back, trying to grasp at Gracie's bangs, but the cowgirl bent her back over the ropes, putting Fumi at an awkward angle while she attempted to fight back. That wasn't the worst of it, though, as Gracie took the opportunity to bury her fist in Fumiko's chubby belly repeatedly! "Let go, you whore! AGH!"

Over and over, Gracie slammed her fist against Fumiko's perfectly presented stomach. Exactly like the cowgirl wanted, Fumi was left to yelp and scream in pain. The punches left Fumiko winded and in a bad spot, similarly to how Gracie had beaten her in their first fight. Clearly, Gracie wanted to not only prove she was the better woman, but to consistently beat Fumiko in a battle of fists as she had done the first time. Slumping down to her knees, Fumiko grasped the ropes while she gasped for air.