Release Date: November 18, 2024

This is the 3rd part of the series.

Amisha and Sonia had been rivals for a long time.
They are a step-mom and step-daughter. They competed against each other in everything, but their biggest competition was for the affections of the same sugar step-daddy, Jeffry.
Every month, they fight to decide who will keep Jeffry for that month.

Amisha and Sonia glared at each other with fierce determination, their naked bodies glistening in the light.
For months, they had been locked in a heated rivalry for the affections of sugar step-daddy Jeffry.
"You're going down, dirty girl," Sonia taunted, her voluptuous breasts heaving with each breath.
Amisha smirked, her perky nipples hardening in the cool night air. 'In your dreams, step-mommy. Jeffry belongs to me.'
With a primal scream, the two women charged at each other, their wet p*ssies colliding in a lewd display of flesh on flesh combat. They grappled and writhed, each trying to gain the upper hand. Amisha managed to twist Sonia onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head.

As the fight began, Amisha and Sonia both launched themselves at each other, their bodies colliding with a loud slap. They quickly tangled themselves together, their legs and arms wrapped around each other as they began to grind their hips together.
With a burst of strength, Sonia flipped their positions, her toned thighs clamped around Amisha's plush *ss. She rode her hard and fast, determined to make the older woman beg for mercy.
That's when Jeffry appeared in the room, his manhood fully erect and pointing at the writhing beauties. "Fight harder, ladies!" he encouraged, capturing the action on his phone. "The winner takes all of me."
Both are f*cking each other hard now.
The tribbing was intense, with both women moaning and panting as they ground their wet c*nts together. They twisted and turned, trying to find the best position to overpower their opponent.

But despite their efforts, neither woman seemed to be gaining the upper hand. They were evenly matched, and neither one seemed willing to back down.

As the minutes ticked by, the tribbing became even more intense. Their moans grew louder and more desperate, and their bodies slick with sweat.
They collapsed in a twitching heap, still locked together at the c*nt. Jeffry continued filming, zooming in on their shuddering h*les as aftershocks rippled through them.

Jeffry watching them fighting and enjoying the fight.

Fight For Sugar Step-daddy : P*ssy Tribing Fight (Part 3)