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From "Mother's Milk Fight. Got Milk?" on Render Hub under Stories.
This is just a Sample quicky story of a lactating catfight
Sally Vs Bonnie [1st person]

Got milk? Two Mom's find out that YOU are the Daddy of both their recent baby girls. They decide to have a civil lactating squirty sexfight to determine who gets to bang you tonight under a beachy full moon, at the Catfight City, Exclusive Nudist Colony.
They start off arguing in a little Beach hut, then lock up into a dirty dancing hair pulling match falling onto a nearby floor mattress, jaw locked and starting to squirt milk, as they roll around in a cunt locked catball fighting with their tongues in a nasty french kissing tongue fight spitting into the other woman's mouth Then rolling in a big flesh ball down the stairs of the hut to the beach rolling in and out of the surf, getting their wet shiny bodies covered in their gooey mother's milk.
Done from the view of one of the catfighters.
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The moon hung heavy and ripe in the sky, its silvery glow casting a spell over the Catfight City, Exclusive Nudist Colony. The beach was a canvas of black and white, the surf whispering secrets as it caressed the shore. I, Sally, with my shoulder-length red hair and DD breasts, stood in the sand, my lactating nipples hardening in the cool night air. Beside me, Bonnie, your identical twin in every way, save for the fire in her eyes that matched the fiery cascade of her hair.

We were two lactating moms, both with recent baby girls, and tonight, under this beachy full moon, we were to determine who would get to bang you tonight. The tension between us was palpable, a living, breathing thing that crackled in the air like static electricity.

"I can't believe we're doing this," I said, my voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Bonnie smirked, her eyes raking over me. "Believe it, sis. It's you and me, until one of us is too exhausted to move."

We started in the little Beach hut, our high heels clicking on the wooden floor, our thongs barely containing our arousal. The argument began civilly enough, but it quickly devolved into a dirty dancing, hair-pulling match. We fell onto a nearby floor mattress, our jaws locked in a struggle for dominance, our bodies writhing in a cunt-locked catball.

Our tongues lashed out, tangling together in a nasty french kissing tongue fight. I could taste the saltiness of your sweat on her lips, the sweetness of her milk as we spit into each other's mouths, our saliva mingling in a lewd display of desire.

"Fuck, you're a wild one," Bonnie gasped, her eyes gleaming with lust as we rolled in a big flesh ball down the stairs of the hut to the beach.

The surf embraced us, the water cool against our overheated skin. We rolled in and out of the surf, our wet, shiny bodies slippery with our gooey mother's milk. Our conjoinment was a sight to behold, two bodies becoming one in a dance as old as time.

Our high heels and thongs were long gone, discarded in our fervor, leaving us completely naked, our big tits and big nipples on full display. Our long tongues were knotted together, a big goo ball forming as we fought for control, our milk squirting in erratic bursts with each passionate clash.

"You like that, don't you?" I taunted, my voice thick with arousal. "You love feeling my tits against yours, my milk mixing with yours."

Bonnie could only moan in response, her body writhing beneath mine as we engaged in a sex fight that was as much about pleasure as it was about winning. Our claws raked across each other's backs, our fingers digging into the soft flesh of our asses as we ground our camel toes together, the friction sending waves of pleasure through us.

We were a tangle of limbs, our suction kisses echoing in the night, our tongues fighting for dominance as we wrestled on the sandy beach. The scent of our arousal was thick in the air, a heady perfume that mingled with the briny tang of the sea.

Our bodies were slick with a combination of sweat, seawater, and milk, our nipples painfully erect as they rubbed against each other. The sensation was maddening, a constant reminder of our fertility, our woman-hood ……….