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"The smell of sweat and anticipation filled the air in the dimly lit, soundproofed room. The audience, consisting only of their husbands, waited with bated breath for the epic battle about to unfold. Two assistant professors, both highly respected in their fields, stood facing each other, their bodies tensed and ready for the fight of their lives.

The Chinese woman, NAME_1, was 39 years old, standing at 4'10" and weighing 105 lbs. Her petite yet strong frame was adorned with firm 34C breasts, giving her an enticing figure that belied her intellectual prowess. Her straight black hair fell to her mid back, framing her delicate face.

On the other side stood her opponent, NAME_2, a 42-year-old Vietnamese woman. Tall and lithe, she stood at 5'4" and weighed a mere 110 lbs. Her slender, athletic build was complemented by tender 34A breasts, which sat atop her chest like a promise of sensual delight. Her thick, wiry black hair cascaded down her back, reaching her shoulder blades, giving her a wild, untamed appearance.

As the two women stood there, the air crackled with tension and anticipation. Both were dressed in tight, revealing g-strings and pasties, their pussies partially concealed by the thin strips of fabric. NAME_1's g-string was red, while NAME_2's was black, and both women's pasties were matched to their g-strings.

Their husbands, an American and an Irishman, watched with rapt attention, their gazes flicking between their wives and the other's wife, anticipating every twist and turn of the battle to come.

NAME_3 had been bitter rivals for years, their professional rivalry spilling over into their personal lives. Now, with their husbands' encouragement, they would settle their scores in the most primal of ways - a long, rough sexfight.

The fight began with a sudden rush from NAME_1, who lunged at NAME_2, aiming a powerful kick at her rival's breasts. NAME_2, however, was not caught off guard. She deftly sidestepped and retaliated with a sharp blow to NAME_1's ass, forcing a grunt of pain from the Chinese woman.

The fight continued in this manner for minutes, both women trading blows and kicks, their breasts heaving with exertion and their faces flushed with effort. As they fought, they taunted each other, their trash talk a seamless part of their deadly dance.

"Is that all you've got, NAME_1?" NAME_2 sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "I thought you'd be stronger than that."

NAME_1 grunted and launched herself at NAME_2, her fingers grasping for her rival's throat. "You'll feel my st