My mouth was bone dry as I dropped my panties to the floor and shakily stepped into the shower with a million thoughts whizzing through my mind. I spent the following few days rooming with Isabelle. I didn’t mind this too much as we had become good friends. Her room was a little smaller as it was only intended for one person which meant we had to share a bed, but it was a double bed and we were only small Indian Sex girls so we didn’t really mind so much. I hadn’t even spoken to Jason, despite the numerous missed calls and texts he had sent me. I had seen him around campus though but hadn’t seen Zoe since the night I had caught them together. A few confusing and troubling thoughts had also been clouding my mind. I guess there were triggered by what Amii had said: “No straight girl stumbles upon two naked girls fighting and then returns to the scene 5 hours later, do they?” Coupled with the dream I had, this was not helping my stress levels. As well as this, I had also caught a few sights of Isabelle which had drawn my attention. As I said, this was a small apartment occupied by two 18 year old college girls. I had often awoken to Isabelle getting dressed or allowing her towel to fall off her slender frame and crumble around her feet. I couldn’t help but be drawn to her feminine figure. I had seen the breasts of my friends from back home a few times, I mean, it’s just what happens within a close circle of friends, especially when alcohol is involved. All it takes is a last minute costume change before a party and you’re staring at your best friend in nothing but a thong. But there was something about Isabelle which caused funny ripples of feeling to erupt in my Indian Porn stomach. I tried to ignore this as best as I could as I was sure this was just a phase. It had been a stressful week for me, what with moving all this way to college away from my friends and family and then indian walking in on my boyfriend cheating on me. All of these events had Exotic Girl caused a sense of sexual frustration to develop within me, and I had even found myself masturbating in the shower on more than one occasion. During these moments I had been watching porn on my phone. It had started with the standard male and female, but then switched to lesbian the following night. The night after that, I had found myself searching for “sex fights”. This was my go-to category now, and I had even found myself counting down the hours until I could chill out in the shower in Isabelle’s room and peruse through a few of these videos. The only issue with this is that I would then leave the bathroom and climb into bed next to a scantily clad Isabelle. It was around a week and a half after my initial two visits to the sex fighting ring that I decided to go back. I had just finished a particular tough workout and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I knew the arena was literally a two minute walk away from where I was and the thought of going back caused my heart to race like crazy. Isabelle had also joined the gym at this point, but was not here on this particular day. I was wearing Ethnic Porn a sports bra and tight leggings. My chest was glistening in sweat and my hair was a mess. A part of me wanted nothing more than to roll around on the mat with another sweaty girl Hardcore and I wasn’t entirely convinced that this was just the adrenaline talking. Not caring that my face was shiny and that I probably stunk of sweat, I shoved my belongings into a locker and walked away from the weight lifting room and down the desolate hallway once more. As luck would have it, another fight was taking place. I descended the steps again and settled into a seat just behind the last layer of people. 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