The tiny room was a furnace, humidity so thick it clawed at my lungs with every breath. My pale skin already glistened under the single bulb, wavy hair yanked into a tight ponytail just like Kavya's straight dark mane. We faced off on the mattress that swallowed most of the floor, both in thin t-shirts and dolphin shorts that clung to our identical chubby-muscular frames. I hated her with every fiber. 'You think that soft pale ass can handle me, bitch?' Kavya sneered, circling. 'I'll break you before you even sweat, you dark cunt,' I fired back, voice dripping venom. She lunged first—a sharp slap cracking across my cheek, then a knee to my thigh. I answered with an elbow to her ribs and a headbutt that made her grunt. Punches flew, fists slamming into tits and stomachs, our bodies clinching hot and slick. 'Feel that, whore? Your pussy's already twitching from the pain,' she panted, ripping my shirt. I tore hers off, nails scratching deep, blood welling as we slapped and bit. Sweat poured, dripping down our asses and between our legs. We were both horny as hell from the brutality, shorts yanked away until we were nude, striking cunts and tits with knees and fists. 'Harder, slut—make me cum from the hurt,' I growled, our sweaty bodies grinding. The fight turned explosive as fingers plunged in, biting and spitting, both of us panting and dripping wet until we came obscenely, cum mixing with sweat and blood on the mattress.
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