Classmate Catfight

Ava has wanted Riley's girl for months. Everyone in their circle knew the score and gave her space. Riley didn't care. She grabbed the prize anyway. So Ava marched straight to Riley's house and found her stretched on the porch, not even hiding her smirk. Ava lit into her. Riley snapped back. Words turned into shoving, shoving into a grabbing match of hands and hair. Fabric ripped, buttons popped, and suddenly both their tops lay in shreds on the ground. Pink nipples peeked in the evening light. They froze. Then the air snapped between them like live wire. Ava shoved Riley against the rail, kissed her hard enough to bruise, and Riley kissed back. They crashed through the screen door, rolling across the entry rug, skin sliding against skin. Riley sank her teeth into the swell of Ava's breast, marking it. Ava retaliated by palming Riley's tiny tits, rolling the tight buds between her fingers until Riley moaned. Shorts were yanked to ankles, panties shoved aside, and a sharp slap rang out when Ava smacked Riley's ass. They fuck on the floor, Riley on top first, grinding her soaked cunt against Ava's, hips snapping fast and mean, Ava lifting her own to meet every thrust. They switch, Ava pinning Riley's wrists above her head while she rides, sweat dripping from her chin. Riley writhes, cursing, nails scraping Ava's ribs. Neither cares where the anger ends and lust begins; every thrust melts it together until the only sound left is skin on skin and sharp, breathless gasps.