Classmate Catfight

Ava barges up Riley’s walkway ready to read her the riot act. Everyone knew Ava had a thing for that girl in class—big deal, right? But Riley helped herself anyway, and now Ava’s on the warpath. Riley cracks the door like she’s about to welcome the mailman. “Oh, it’s you,” she says, zero guilt. Ava’s fists tighten. Riley shrugs, cocky. Ava shoves. Riley shoves back. Suddenly they’re spinning across the foyer, nails out, shirts ripping. Two sets of small, bouncy tits bounce free. They both freeze, eyes dropping, chests heaving. Lust swamps the leftover anger. Ava grabs Riley by the waist, spins her, and slams her against the wall. Riley yanks Ava’s skirt up, fingers already diving in. Ava answers by shoving two of her own into Riley, hard and fast. Their gasps turn into laughter, breathless and dirty. They hit the floor. Riley climbs on top, grinding her soaked pussy on Ava’s thigh while Ava squeezes and twists Riley’s stiff nipples. Riley reaches down and pinches Ava’s clit in revenge, making Ava yelp and buck. They roll, switch positions, hips snapping like they’re still trying to win a fight—only the prize now is the first one to come screaming. When Riley cums she bites Ava’s shoulder; Ava answers by flooding Riley’s hand. They lie there panting, tops in shreds around them, tits slick with sweat, wondering if maybe a little hate-sex beats awkward hallway small talk every time.