Business Beauty Twerk-Off Parasol Style

Thwap, Thwap, Thwap, Thwap. Fubuki's butt rhythm was a familiar melody. I had practiced for hours just for this event... but it wasn't like I needed that much practice; her thick butt jumped with ease, and soon her delicious and fleshy cheeks were slapping together inside her dark green dress, the well-defined curves of her butt moving happily under the fabric. She crouched halfway down, with her hands on her knees and her breasts moving beneath her, looking over her shoulder at her opponent.

The red-haired woman, Makima, wore elegant office attire, a white shirt and pants, even a tie. One might have thought this outfit would be stiff, especially for the job in question, but when she moved her hips up and down, her own trash truck butt applauded loudly and proudly like Fubuki's. The speaker grunted and licked her tongue between her teeth, crossing her arms lasciviously behind her head and trying to pick up the pace. It was a fierce competition, two twerking sluts pumping, combining slap after slap while the big golden boombox between them pounded out a deep and primary rhythm that made their butts bounce.

Fubuki clenched her teeth tighter as she concentrated, sweat began to run down her forehead and fall from her chin, but Makima's gaze remained fixed, unimpressed, those golden ring eyes never leaving Fubuki's. What was this office worker exactly? Some kind of disguised demon?

Fubuki knew she had to give it her all – she had to dominate – and then, with a furious growl, she threw her hips back and slammed her giant butt against Makima's. The red-haired woman let out a deep sigh as she balanced forward on tiptoes, only to retreat and deliver a strong slap. At the rhythm of the music. They shook each other back and forth, side to side, side to side, as sweat slid down their skin and made their obscene and curvaceous bodies stick together more. A tear ran down the seam of Makima's right pant leg, and then a rip formed over Fubuki's waist; their clothes felt the tension as their competition became increasingly intense, each collision causing an acute grunt from the two women. They passed from twerking, applauding, and bouncing their buttocks to roughly rubbing their backsides like bulls entwining their horns, and then they returned, seeing them lean in more at every second, pushing their backsides out further, breathing harder... Fubuki realized, horrified, that she was starting to use her powers. Each push of her buttocks sent a deafening psychic blast outward, shaking Makima's body and sending her flying forward, while the floor began to creak beneath Fubuki's feet. A soft green glow surrounded her skin as she worked with all her might to perform the hardest and most electrifying twerks possible, and yet... Makima didn't fall. She let out cries of effort, but somehow the office worker didn't shy away from Fubuki's buttocks. Instead, she gritted her teeth and pushed back with all her might, causing more tears in her clothes. Her cushioned butt crossed the gap and shook freely in the air, more and more with each rip that formed. The floor also began to crack beneath Makima's feet, showing an incredible degree of strength. Although neither girl realized it, they were starting to get hot, the friction between their buttocks generating so much heat that the water around them would have evaporated. Their clothes began to simply disintegrate from their bodies, while each collision of their Gigantic buttocks sent a shockwave powerful enough to knock down common people. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! The boombox bounced up and down while the earth trembled beneath its thunderous twerks, shaking their hair in wild torrents and splashing sweat from their bodies. It seemed like both were drenched in oil, shining and sweaty, and, at times, completely naked! They wrapped an arm around their large and trembling breasts and concentrated all their effort on their buttocks, growling and glaring at each other with raw fury, panting like animals: two refined ladies reduced to savage beasts, resembling ogres, crushing their colossal weight against each other. Fubuki was losing her mind, burning from the inside out as she launched herself into intense movements that made the floor of her twerking competition tremble. All important thoughts had disappeared from her; she was determined to win, and that meant pounding this office worker into submission using the incredible power of her buttocks! BAP, BAP, BAP, BAP! She could barely hear the music above the resonance of her butt shocks, supporting herself on the floor with her heels and clenching her fists as she crashed against Makima again and again. Car alarms were blaring in the streets, streetlights were twisted, and windowpanes were shattering while picture frames fell from the walls. Fubuki didn't care about any of that as much as seeing her opponent brutalized and defeated, and Maima seemed to feel the same way. They were reaching their climax, holding their breath as they attacked each other, reddening their buttocks with impacts that splashed sweat, powerful enough to vaporize anything that got in their way.
They balanced forward and each of them knew the final blow was about to be given. Fubuki held her breath in a strong suction, arched her shoulders, and exploited all her psychic power, while Makima recovered her strength and prepared for the end.

When they came together, the impact of their backsides produced a flash of light hot enough to disintegrate stones several meters around them. The building where they were exploded into pieces and formed a deep crater when the buildings around them collapsed. Cars sank into sinkholes on the floor and all the sweat from their bodies jumped off them, forming a brief cupola of liquid that splashed onto the floor a moment later.

The expansive wave of their last twerk ran through the entire city, making electrical devices flicker and activating seismic alerts in the neighboring city.

Both women fell face down and on their knees, gurgling as they came like broken firehoses, groaning, leaking, and bending their toes, both experiencing the best orgasms of their lives. They rubbed their clitorises with force, gasping for precious air, outside their damned minds of happiness.

The contest, it seemed, was a tie. But neither woman would back down. A tie simply meant they had to have a rematch as soon as both recovered...