NudeFightClub presens Aleska Diamond vs Lana S.

Aleska Diamond and Lana S arrived early. They wanted the fight ring to feel natural before the cameras rolled. Both women slipped off their street clothes and put on thin gloves, their nipples tightening as cool air brushed their skin. The thud of their fists against the heavy bag came sharp and steady, sweat already sliding between their breasts, down the smooth cleft of their ass. Aleska watched a drop roll along Lana’s spine and reach the crack between her cheeks; Lana noticed the sudden hunger in that stare. They grinned like cats and circled each other, light on their bare feet, the leather slapping against warm flesh each time they made contact with the bag. The temperature in the gym rose fast, electric and almost wet, as if the real match had already begun in their blood.