Indian first to cum loses lesbian sex fight

Chennai is a bustling city known for its vibrant culture. It played host to an unusual challenge between two women. It was a battle of wills and stamina that would leave them both breathless and yearning for more.

Ayesha, a 41-year-old wellness coach, stood tall and proud. Her fair complexion radiates a sense of elegance and maturity. She was a mother of two, but her dedication to health and fitness kept her body in remarkable shape.

Her long, dark hair framed her face. Her eyes held a determined gaze, one that could inspire and motivate her clients to achieve their goals.

Tamilarasi, a 30-year-old client of Ayesha’s, had a different aura about her. Her dusky skin and bold demeanour exuded a raw, untamed energy. She was a free spirit, always challenging the norms. Her suggestion for a unique competition was no exception.

The challenge, as Tamilarasi proposed, was simple yet tantalizing. “Let’s have a sex fight, Ayesha,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “A test of our stamina and sexual prowess. No penetration, just pure stimulation. The first to cum loses.”

Ayesha was taken aback by the audacity of this proposal. She has always maintained a professional relationship with her clients. But Tamilarasi’s suggestion was too intriguing to ignore. Despite her age and experience, Ayesha felt a surge of excitement and a desire to prove her mettle.

“Alright, Tamilarasi,” she agreed, her voice steady. “But let’s make it interesting. We’ll wear sarees and satin blouses, traditional attire with a naughty twist. It will be a battle of wits and endurance.”

And so, in a private room in Chennai, the two women prepared for their unconventional duel. They carefully draped their sarees, the soft fabric accentuating their curves. The satin blouses hugged their bodies, emphasizing their femininity.

As they faced each other, the tension in the air was palpable. Ayesha’s heart raced, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Tamilarasi’s confident smile sent a shiver down her spine. The fight began with a playful tease, each woman testing the other’s resolve.

Ayesha’s fingers grazed Tamilarasi’s navel, circling the sensitive area. Tamilarasi responded by gently pinching Ayesha’s nipples through the satin fabric. Moans of pleasure escaped their lips, soft and enticing.

Tamilarasi, being the younger and more adventurous of the two, took the lead. She pressed her body against Ayesha, their breasts squishing together. She began to grind her hips, her pussy rubbing against Ayesha’s thigh.

Ayesha’s breath quickened, her nipples hardening further as she felt the warmth of Tamilarasi’s body. Not to be outdone, Ayesha reciprocated. Her hands slid down Tamilarasi’s back, cupping her firm ass and pulling her closer.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, as she felt Tamilarasi’s hands roam freely over her body. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and soft moans, a symphony of desire.

They explored each other’s bodies, their fingers tracing every curve, every sensitive spot.  Ayesha’s fingers found their way under Tamilarasi’s saree, stroking her inner thighs.

Tamilarasi’s hands teased Ayesha’s erect nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. The intensity of the fight escalated as they both became more daring.

Tamilarasi dropped to her knees, her hands reaching for Ayesha’s saree. She slowly started to unwrap it, revealing her long, toned legs. Ayesha’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the cool air on her exposed skin.

With expert precision, Tamilarasi slid her hands under Ayesha’s blouse. Her fingers deftly unhooked the bra. Ayesha’s breasts, full and heavy, spilt out, her nipples standing erect in anticipation.

Tamilarasi’s mouth watered at the sight. She leaned forward, capturing a nipple between her lips, sucking and teasing it with her tongue. Ayesha’s head fell back. Her hands gripped Tamilarasi’s shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

“Oh, Tamilarasi,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “You’re incredible.”

But Tamilarasi was not one to be easily satisfied. She switched to the other nipple, biting and sucking gently while her hands travelled down Ayesha’s body, sliding under her saree and reaching for her wetness.

Ayesha’s pussy was already soaked, her juices flowing freely. Tamilarasi’s fingers easily found their way to her sensitive clit, which she began to rub in slow, circular motions. Ayesha’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body craving more.

“No way, Tamilarasi,” she said, her voice thick with hustle. “I wont cum.”

Tamilarasi smiled against Ayesha’s breast, her fingers working their magic. “Not yet, my dear,” she whispered. “We still have a fight to win.”

With that, she stood up, her fingers still buried deep within Ayesha’s folds, and pushed her onto the bed. Ayesha’s eyes blazed with desire, her body on fire. She wanted to feel Tamilarasi’s touch everywhere, to surrender to the pleasure.

Tamilarasi straddled Ayesha’s waist, her fingers still working their magic on her clit. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against Ayesha’s, and whispered, “You’re so wet, Ayesha. I can feel your desire. But can you last?”

Ayesha’s response was a growl of determination. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” she said, her hands gripping Tamilarasi’s hips, pulling her closer.

The fight intensified as they both struggled for dominance. Ayesha’s hands found Tamilarasi’s pussy, her fingers sliding into her wetness, matching the rhythm of Tamilarasi’s fingers on her clit. They moved in sync, their bodies becoming a blur of pleasure and desire.

Tamilarasi’s breathing became ragged as Ayesha’s skilled fingers brought her closer to the edge. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, and moaned loudly. “Oh, Ayesha, I can’t hold on much longer.”

But Ayesha was focused, her determination. “You will be cumming in my hands, Tamilarasi,” she growled, her voice laced with passion. “I won’t let you make me cum.”

At that moment, Tamilarasi made a bold move, one that would change the course of the fight. She suddenly lifted Ayesha’s hand, holding it tightly, and brought it to her mouth.

Ayesha’s eyes widened in surprise as Tamilarasi started to lick and suck on her fingers. Her tongue swirled around them, tasting Ayesha’s essence. But that wasn’t all.

In a swift motion, Tamilarasi released Ayesha’s hand and brought it to her armpit, holding it firmly. Ayesha’s eyes rolled back in her head. She felt Tamilarasi’s tongue exploring her sensitive underarms, a place no one had ever dared to venture.

“Oh, Vena!” Ayesha cried out, her body arching off the bed. “Ah! Please, Tamilarasi, stop!”

Tamilarasi’s secret strategy was working. She knew that Ayesha had never experienced such a sensation, and the surprise of it was driving her wild. She continued to lick and suck on Ayesha’s milky white, clean-shaven armpit.

Her fingers were still working their magic on Ayesha’s clit. Ayesha’s body trembled, her hips thrusting uncontrollably as she neared her climax. “Ah!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the room. “I’m cumming, Tamilarasi! Oh, God, I can’t hold it back!”

With one final, intense lick, Tamilarasi brought Ayesha over the edge. Ayesha’s body convulsed, her pussy clenching around Tamilarasi’s fingers as she exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. Her hot cum gushed out, soaking Tamilarasi’s hand and the bed beneath her.

Tamilarasi smiled triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She had discovered Ayesha’s secret weakness, a place that could bring her to her knees.

Ayesha lay on the bed, her body spent and satisfied, her eyes half-closed in post-orgasmic bliss. “You… you cheated, Tamilarasi,” she managed to say, her voice weak. “No one… no one has ever… touched me there.”

Tamilarasi laughed, a deep, throaty sound. “All’s fair in love and war!”