Tamanah vs raveena tandon lesbian sex

 The competition ignited in silence first, thick tension vibrating in the humid air of the dim-lit room, neon-purple glow from the strip of LEDs along the ceiling casting their bronze, sweat-slicked skin in electric shadows. Raveena stood at the edge of the bed, bare except for the sheen glistening on her thighs, muscles taut, her stare sharp like a blade unsheathed. Opposite her, Tamannah sat poised, legs already slightly parted, one brow raised in challenge, her lips curling into a smirk that was nothing short of predatory.

“No fingers,” Raveena murmured, voice syrupy with lust but firm with command. “No toys. No hands. Just hips. Just heat.”

Tamannah’s eyes gleamed, flicking over Raveena’s soaked inner thighs. “And the loser takes the strap, right? Until she begs?”

Raveena’s smirk mirrored hers, both stepping toward the middle of the mattress, knees folding as they knelt face to face, breasts brushing, nipples grazing like sparks ready to light the fuse. Without preamble, they hooked their legs together, each woman grinding forward, pelvises aligning, the slippery heat of soaked pussies kissing with feverish pressure.

“Mmh—aaahn—f-fuck,” Tamannah gasped, already rolling her hips, clit pressing to clit with slick, wet friction, every grind a desperate stroke of pleasure building too fast, too thick, like an electric storm at sea.

Raveena’s breath hitched, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her slick folds slid perfectly against Tamannah’s, her abs flexing to stabilize, rhythm tightening with every grind. “You’re already moaning, baby,” she breathed through gritted teeth, her voice half-mocking, half-lost to arousal. “Gonna give up that pussy for my strap?”

But Tamannah only pressed harder, grinding faster, the wet slap of their sex meeting over and over, louder with every stroke, obscene and wet, shhluck-shlick-hhnnn! Clits kissing, rubbing, tormenting with maddening tension, the heat between their thighs a shared furnace threatening to combust.

“S-shit—hah—your clit’s so fucking fat,” Tamannah growled, her hands balled in the sheets, eyes rolling back before locking again with Raveena’s. “It’s rubbing mine like—like it knows how to make me cum—nnghh!”

Raveena bared her teeth in a grin that trembled at the corners. “Cum then. Cum and take it, you little loser.”

Their bodies rocked harder now, sweat dripping from chins, from tits clapping lightly each time their hips surged together. The slap of their centers meeting was unrelenting, soaked and hot, their mounds flushed pink, their clits swollen and pulsing in the friction. Moans became cries, cries became screams—each woman fighting to stay atop the tide, to hold back that dam inside that screamed for release.

Tamannah’s breath choked on a scream as her thighs seized, nails clawing at the bed. “F-FUCK! I—I’m—” Her body quaked, cunt spasming against Raveena’s in frantic waves, her whole frame jolting with climax, and she screamed, loud and high and full-bodied, “AAAHHHHHH—!”

And Raveena pulled back, smirking triumphantly as her soaked slit smeared Tamannah’s trembling, twitching folds one last time, savoring the aftershock shudders. “That’s it,” she cooed. “You lost.”

Tamannah collapsed backward, panting, sweat-drenched and dazed, pussy still twitching, still drooling down her thighs. Raveena stood, reached to the nightstand, pulled out the black silicone beast, thick and veiny, the base already slick from prior sins. She strapped it on with slow, deliberate movements, letting Tamannah watch every buckle tighten, every inch of the shaft bob in anticipation.

“On your back. Legs up. You’re gonna take it until you make me cum. Inside your cumsloppy cunt.”

Tamannah whimpered, her eyes wide and lust-hazy as she spread her legs, folds already glistening, pulsing in post-orgasmic afterglow. “Please… don’t hold back.”

Raveena spat in her hand, stroked the length of the strap, and lined it up. “Oh, I won’t.”

And she drove it in with one brutal thrust—shhlk!—flesh squelching as the thick shaft split Tamannah’s oversensitive pussy, burying to the hilt. Tamannah screamed, bucking as the toy hit her deepest spots already inflamed from climax. Raveena didn’t wait, didn’t slow. She pistoned her hips, hard and fast, hips slapping into Tamannah’s ass, the wet smack-smack-smack of their bodies echoing through the room.

Tamannah was writhing, sobbing now, overwhelmed by sensation, her body helpless beneath Raveena’s punishing thrusts. “G-gonna—aaahh—cum again—d-don’t stop—don’t—!”

Raveena leaned over her, one hand pinning Tamannah’s wrists above her head, the other clutching her throat just enough to hold her still. “You’ll take it until I do. Keep cumming, loser. That’s your punishment.”

The strap rammed in harder, faster, her own slick folds grinding against the harness with every thrust, pressure building against her own clit, sweat dripping from her brow as she rode Tamannah’s trembling body mercilessly.

“Gonna cum inside you,” Raveena snarled, biting at Tamannah’s shoulder, her thrusts getting frantic. “Gonna cum and fill you up like you’re my toy—my little pussy-toy—”

And when she did, she screamed into Tamannah’s mouth, grinding hard against the harness, thighs locking around hers, cumming with shuddering, furious pleasure, even if it was only her clit twitching, her body collapsing forward in heat and possession.

The room fell quiet, except for panting. Tamannah dazed, Raveena atop her, both bodies spent and tangled, the strap still buried deep inside. Neither of them moved to pull away.