When Peyton walks into the bedroom that she shares with her man only to find a random blonde lying in it, trouble is bound to ensue.

She slinks up to the doorframe, expecting to see her man in there. She got off work early to surprise him (and was surprised herself to see his car missing from the drive). Instead there's another woman. She makes no effort to move, as if it's her bed. What is going on here?! "Who are you?" asks Zoey nonchalantly, here phone still in her hand. "Who am I? Who the fuck are you, you're in my house!" Peyton crosses the room in 2 swift strides and kneels o...

When Peyton walks into the bedroom that she shares with her man only to find a random blonde lying in it, trouble is bound to ensue.

She slinks up to the doorframe, expecting to see her man in there. She got off work early to surprise him (and was surprised herself to see his car missing from the drive). Instead there's another woman. She makes no effort to move, as if it's her bed. What is going on here?! "Who are you?" asks Zoey nonchalantly, here phone still in her hand. "Who am I? Who the fuck are you, you're in my house!" Peyton crosses the room in 2 swift strides and kneels on the bed where she further interrogates her. Zoey gives back as good as she gets. she's claiming innocence, that she didn't know her "boyfriend" had a girl already, but Peyton doesn't believe her. She snaps off her bra and Zoey does the same.

Still kneeling in front of each other, they engage in a test of strength. The effort it takes is evident in their strained expressions. Their arms go up and then back down, trembling all the while. They glower at one another. At times it seems like one girl has the up hand but then the other takes over, pushing her back and into submissions.

A change of tactics occurs. By unspoken mutual decision, they begin to bear hug each other. Their tits are pressed tight against each other. Their fingers are locked tight behind one another's backs. Again, their strained expressions tell a story. If they have to squeeze the air out of each other so be it. They're both that determined to show the other who's boss.

When the bearhug proves too exhausting, they resume with a test of strength, although this one is slightly less energetic. The will is strong but not the body. They're losing balance, almost falling on each other, trembling now even more. They stare each other down, a mix of hatred and passion flowing between each other like electricity, drawing them closer together.....