Suddenly, as if answering to a signal, both rivals pounced toward each other. Their tired bodies crashed as their boobs jounced violently. Upon impact, Sandra gained a little advantage by mashing her muscular thigh against Tiffany's pussy. However, this proved to be a mistake. Through the pain, Tiffany felt a little sexual pleasure, for her clit was being stimulated by the intimate contact. And that's when it hit her: Sandra was completely turned on by her. Yes! She remembered her forearm covered with fluid as she pulled on the red G-string. She saw the panicked look on Sandra's face when she punched her breast. At that moment, Tiffany felt like she totally dominated her ex-best friend. She always saw herself as irresistible. Nature had given her a body to die for and breasts pornstars paid thousand of dollars to get, and she knew that as long as the name of the game was "seduction," she was unbeatable. The pugilists were still standing, trying to throw each other onto the tatami. Sandra was repeatedly raising her knee in Tiffany's crotch and ribs, her smaller breasts buried in her rival's mounds, but to no avail. Then, without warning, Tiffany swiftly threw her hand toward Sandra's crotch, snatched the tiny red G-string and tugged it brutally. When the fabric bit into Sandra's drenched cunt, it was like an explosion had occurred in her brain. She tried to pull away but when the red garment snapped, Tiffany rammed the palm of her hand right under her chin and she fell down, half unconscious. Tiff didn't intend to leave her any time to rest. She jumped on her foe's limp body and smothered her face right between her breasts. The humiliation brought Sandra back to full consciousness just in time for the brutal contact of Tiff's thigh against her clit. The violent caress forced all the air out of her lungs and, as she was trying to breathe between the tits that her boyfriend so enjoyed to fuck, Sandra had her first girl/girl orgasm, ejaculating for the first time in her life. Then, she slowly slipped out of consciousness as Tiffany kept on ramming her leg against her drenched crotch. When she came to after a few seconds that seemed like an hour to her, Sandra was naked, defeated, humiliated. Kneeling next to her, Tiffany was beaming with pride. She was holding her two smothering orbs like weapons with which you intimidate an enemy. "Don't be too sad, Sandie," Tiff said. "I always was the best woman, even in high school. You never had a man I didn't sleep with. In bars, when guys came over to us, it was always the loser of the bet that had to come on to you while the winner had me. You're a consolation prize, a runner-up. I'm stronger, sexier, more beautiful, and now I have a boyfriend and you don't!" Sandra was crushed. Even though she didn't want to give Tiffany that satisfaction, she couldn't help the tears from filling her eyes. * * * On Christmas, Luke had no idea what was going on. He had tried to reach Sandra for a few days but kept getting her answering machine. Then there was a knock on his door, and when he opened it, Tiffany was standing in the corridor of his apartment complex wearing very sexy lingerie. In her hand there was a small box wrapped in Christmas paper. It was the size of a VHS tape. "Merry Christmas, Luke!" Tiff said as she mashed the breast she smothered her rival with against his chest and kissed him.