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Message Board Fights / Re: Alice and Kathi

« Last post by Alice smith on Yesterday at 11:49:30 PM »

I love that bitches style and all I want is to put her in her place either a catfight or a full on fight but how do i bring it up with her I want us to go somewhere quiet and we are all alone no interruptions just us . I couldn’t hold back I looked at her and siad we need to settle this in a catfight limited rules till one can’t continue and the winner humiliates the opponent till she’s satisfied ?

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Live Action Clips / Re: Butch Russian chick owns dressing room

« Last post by fight_lover1 on Yesterday at 10:33:10 PM »

Veronika Zhukova is tattoo girl. Here is what i found about reality show.

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Veronica threw things around and threw her husband out of the house. On some occasions, she went to parties where she drank alcohol and got into fights.

On the project, the girl often provoked conflicts with other participants and broke the rules. After the end of the show, Veronica's life is getting better. She divorced her ex-husband. In the summer of 2022, she got married again and became a mother a couple of months ago. Her social media page is adorned with the caption "From a tomboy to an exemplary wife and mother."

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Catfight Art / Re: Cavewoman catfight

« Last post by CatherineL on Yesterday at 10:24:59 PM »

you mention you are working on a clothes ripping western catfight.  Is that the rematch between Clara and Sarah or a different western catfight?

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Catfight Art / Re: A New PandoraCatfight Page! ARTISTS!

« Last post by pandoracatfight on Yesterday at 09:29:35 PM »

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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Any guys can give tips?

« Last post by Shanna86 on Yesterday at 09:01:08 PM »

Yo. All these nice gentlemen on here trying to help but that skinny little bitch, she to stuck up to reply with some questions they got.

If she was my neighbor, I would of already done whooped the shit out her ass, then spend the rest of the afternoon sitting on her face while I play them two melons like a set of bongo drums.

Then you can give her some tips on how to squirm around while her face stuck deep up my ass! LOL!!

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Match#2 BBW Model Challenge Maria (Daves) vs. Laura (Steve)

« Last post by The Promoters on Yesterday at 08:57:32 PM »

Oh yeah! Laura is just completely dominating!!! Not as lucky as the first battle huh Dave! Time to knock the bitch out Laura!!

Dont get to confident. Still a ways to go and Maria is more then up to go head to head!

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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Re: Marble and Malice

« Last post by Ener on Yesterday at 08:54:48 PM »

Part 3 : The Opening Clash

Staring daggers, the two women circled each other like wolves in silk. The heat of the chamber clung to their skin, glistening at the throat and collarbone.
Roxanne struck first.
Her hand lashed across Camilla’s cheek, leaving a blooming red imprint across the porcelain skin. Camilla reeled—but only for a second. She snapped back with her own slap, her palm connecting with a vicious smack that sent Roxanne’s chestnut-brown hair whipping through the air in a wild arc.
Their gazes locked again—breathing heavy, silk robes fluttering open at the collar—and something in their eyes flashed with shared venom.

The sunlight filtered through white parasols in the manicured back garden of one of their mutual “friends,” casting the table in a warm, late-spring glow. Crystal glasses clinked gently over a spread of blood-orange mimosas, tiny smoked salmon tarts, and avocado crostini that no one really ate.
Camilla sat perched at the head of the long outdoor table, posture perfect, her cream-colored blouse barely creasing as she crossed one long leg over the other. Her eyes slid over to Roxanne—dressed just a shade too bold for brunch, that coral wrap dress a little too loud for the muted crowd.
“I have to say,” Camilla said, her voice sugar-smooth but just loud enough for everyone to hear, “your latest blog post was… brave.”
Roxanne looked up from her drink. “Brave?”
Camilla smiled, sipping her own mimosa. “Yes. You tackled public health, personal aging, and holistic parenting all in one post. That’s quite the editorial ambition—for someone without media training.”
A few of the women at the table gave tight, polite chuckles. One of them choked slightly on her bellini.
Roxanne didn’t flinch. She merely reached for her napkin, dabbed the corner of her mouth, and turned her body slightly toward Camilla with a practiced elegance.
“Well,” she said, voice velvet over steel, “better to speak for myself than to hide behind someone else’s last name.”
Camilla’s eyes narrowed, just for a breath. The laugh that followed was airier than before—cooler, a degree removed.
One of the other women quickly changed the subject, something about an upcoming gala. But the tension had already curled through the table like a vine.

Back in the present, the tension broke like glass. They surged together in a wild grapple, hands clutching, silk slipping from their shoulders. The front panels of their robes fell open as their chests collided, breasts mashing through the thin fabric.
“Looks like it’s been some years since your last mastopexy,” Roxanne sneered, her voice thick with scorn.
Camilla’s grip tightened on her opponent’s arms. “Still hawking that blog of yours? I suppose mediocrity needs a spotlight too.”
Roxanne shoved forward, pressing her shoulder into Camilla’s chest, driving her toward the pool’s edge. Camilla backpedaled, heels slapping against slick marble. Steam licked at her calves as one foot skidded over the ledge. Her balance faltered—but her instincts did not.
She dropped one arm and slammed a tight, brutal fist into Roxanne’s gut.
The brunette gasped and crumpled to one knee. Camilla seized a handful of hair and wrenched her upright—then flung her toward the shelving.
Roxanne careened into a rack of incense jars, splintering wood and sending brass burners clattering across the floor. She crumpled against the marble wall behind it, gasping, incense smoke coiling around her in thin gray ribbons.
Camilla approached like a queen in battle.
But Roxanne lunged from the wreckage with a hiss. Her fingers caught the lobe of Camilla’s ear.
“Still clinging to these little symbols of class?” she snarled—and yanked.
Camilla screamed.
The diamond stud tore through her earlobe, leaving behind a tiny red arc of blood trailing its path. She staggered back, clutching her ear, her fury rising—
—and just like that, she was gone from the ritual, lost in memory.

The ballroom at the Fairmont was Camilla’s territory.
She knew the way the crystal chandeliers scattered light across the floor. She knew which step of the string quartet’s setlist would make the donors loosen their wallets. She’d founded the Children’s Arts Fund fifteen years ago — every ribbon-cutting and annual pledge dinner bore her fingerprints.
So when she glided past the silent auction toward the VIP table, Camilla wasn’t worried. She’d worn midnight-blue Versace — elegant but understated — and the diamond studs from her grandmother’s debutante ball. People turned as she passed, murmuring hellos. As they should.
And there, near the front, sat Roxanne.
Crimson silk. Full glam. Surrounded by her table of donors — many of them new faces. A lifestyle blogger’s following turned into social capital.
Camilla offered a gracious smile as she approached. “Roxanne,” she said, tilting her head. “What a pleasant surprise. I was just telling the advisory board how well our girls have gotten along lately—”
Roxanne glanced up, slow and deliberate. Her smile was small and sugar-slick.
“How sweet,” she said. “Though I suppose we’ve grown more selective about which foundations we support these days. Especially those with… legacy gatekeeping.”
A few people at the table shifted uncomfortably. One man sipped his wine too quickly.
Camilla’s smile froze. “I wasn’t aware inclusion had a dress code,” she replied lightly, though her eyes gleamed.
Roxanne raised her champagne flute, unconcerned. “Oh, I wouldn’t say dress code. More like… energy. Who actually lets new voices in. You know.”
She clinked her glass against the woman next to her. “Lisette and I were just saying how important it is to back institutions that reflect the future of philanthropy.”
Lisette gave a carefully diplomatic smile — but her gaze stayed on Roxanne.
Camilla stood poised, shoulders squared. She said nothing more. She didn’t have to.
But as she turned away, something cold settled under her skin. And behind her, Roxanne’s voice rose in a lilting laugh — loud enough for Camilla to hear.

“You bitch,” Camilla hissed, clutching her bleeding earlobe, crimson slipping between her manicured fingers.
“You always tear down anyone who climbs higher than you,” Roxanne snapped back, driving a wild right hook—
But Camilla stepped back with icy grace, letting the blow cut empty air.
She surged in. With a twist, she wrenched Roxanne’s arm behind her back and grabbed a fistful of chestnut hair, jerking her forward.
Then slammed her forehead into the jagged remains of the shattered incense shelf.
Wood splinters bit into Roxanne’s brow, carving a bloody gash across it. Red welled up instantly, streaking down her temple like war paint.
“This,” Camilla sneered into her ear, “is for my fucking ear, bitch.”

Roxanne bit down a cry, eyes flaring with pain—and fury. She drove her free elbow backward, slamming it into Camilla’s ribs with a dull smack.
Camilla staggered, letting go with a gasp.
Roxanne spun and lunged—shoulders low, rage high. The two women smashed together with a full-bodied thud, breasts flattening against each other in a wet, meaty slap. Silk robes flared as they grappled, hands tangled in sweat-slick hair, snarling wordlessly as they twisted and yanked, trying to rip superiority from one another by the roots.
They stumbled. Their legs tangled. And they fell to the marble floor in a skin-on-skin sprawl, a brutal thwack echoing in the steamy chamber.
Camilla landed on top, forcing a sharp “Oof—!” from Roxanne’s lungs.
She seized the moment, crawling up her rival’s gasping body, straddling her chest. Roxanne’s head rocked back, her hands scrabbling at Camilla’s thighs as the blonde settled on her, grinding in close.
Roxanne stilled as she felt Camilla’s wetness on her—just for a beat—then spat, her voice hoarse with revulsion:
“You’re getting off on this… aren’t you? You sick, Botoxed bitch.”
Camilla’s eyes glittered. She smiled like a queen admiring a toppled peasant.
“Breaking you after you dared to challenge me?” Her voice was honeyed poison. “Of course I’m getting off.”
She shifted forward—slow, deliberate—until her soaked womanhood pressed against Roxanne’s outraged, struggling face.
“Tell me I am getting off as much as you did with Mayor Williams ?”
She smeared herself across her rival’s features with obscene satisfaction—
—and as Roxanne writhed beneath her, a memory surged.

The restaurant was upscale, discreet, and perched atop one of the city’s private clubs. No menus—just “chef’s discretion.” Camilla sat across from Candace Ellis, society columnist for The Capital View, sipping a crisp Sancerre with the kind of practiced elegance that made people forget she used to fence in college.
“You didn’t hear this from me,” Camilla said softly, dabbing the corner of her mouth with a monogrammed napkin. “But Roxanne’s been seen… quite often… at the Lancer Building. You know, the fertility clinic?” She raised a brow, letting the implication hang, utterly weightless yet heavy enough to sink a yacht.
Candace blinked. “Wait—at her age?”
Camilla smiled—chilly, polite. “I’d never speculate. But I do know it’s where the city councilor’s husband did his last ‘consultation.’ You understand.”
She didn’t say more. She didn’t have to. Candace’s fingers were already gliding across her phone screen under the table, filing it away. Camilla simply took another sip of wine, crossed her legs, and turned to the window.
By brunch on Sunday, The Capital View would feature an “anonymous tip” in its whisper column: “One local lifestyle blogger may be exploring late-life surprises — or other people’s husbands.”

Roxanne twisted her head to the side, choking back the bile rising in her throat, and sank her teeth into Camilla’s thigh. The metallic taste of blood crept across her tongue as the blonde shrieked and scrambled off her perch.
Pushing up onto all fours, Roxanne spat the blood to the side. “My daughter was teased so badly she couldn’t face school for a month while I buried those rumours,” she snarled, rising to her feet. “And you think I didn’t know it was you?” Her voice dropped into a hiss. “Your fingerprints were all over that headline.”
With a sharp tug, she stripped off her disheveled robe and let it fall to the floor like a gauntlet.
Camilla staggered back a step, then straightened. A low, wry chuckle escaped her lips. She loosened the sash at her waist and let her robe slip from her shoulders, silk pooling at her feet as if answering the challenge.


Continued in Part 4...

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Indian Taboo Stories: Story 2: Sinful Sisters Convent Conundrum

« Last post by R_u_alive on Yesterday at 08:50:29 PM »

                Chapter 4 : Turning Tables

Valerie knelt down in front of him, her eyes blazing with determination. She spread her legs, her wet pussy glistening in the dim light of the classroom. "You want to win, Vanessa?" she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Then watch and learn."

Vanessa's eyes snapped to Valerie's exposed pussy, and she paused, the cock momentarily forgotten. She had never seen her cousin like this before—so brazen, so uninhibited. A thrill of excitement shot through her as she realized that this was no longer just about winning Leo's affection; it was about conquering each other in a way they had never dared before.

Leo's gaze flicked between the two girls, his cock pulsing with excitement. He couldn't believe what he was seeing—his two gorgeous cousins fighting over him with such fervor. "Vanessa, keep going," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see how much of a show Valerie can put on."

Vanessa, her eyes narrowed with determination, didn't miss a beat. She took Leo's cock back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucked him deep. Her cheeks hollowed out with each bob of her head, and her eyes never left Valerie's as she worked to win the contest. Meanwhile, Valerie had crawled closer, her panties now discarded on the floor. She spread her legs, her wet pussy glistening in the soft light of the classroom.

Leo's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Valerie's bare, wet flesh. He had never seen her this way before, and his cock grew even harder in Vanessa's mouth. The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the musky scent of his own desire. Despite the risk of getting caught, the scene unfolding before him was too erotic to ignore.

Vanessa, feeling the pressure, increased her pace, her mouth moving faster and faster on Leo's cock. She could feel the tension building in his body, his hips jerking with each suck. She thought she was close to victory, but she couldn't ignore the challenge in Valerie's eyes. With a growl of determination, she released his cock, wiping the spit from her mouth with the back of her hand. "You think you can win just by showing off, Val?" she taunted, her voice dripping with scorn.

As Vanessa sucked Leos cock, Valerie pulled her by her hair igniting the Aggresive competition thier had shared earlier and threw her on her ass and then proceeded to walk towards Leo.

Leo watched with a mix of shock and excitement as Valerie turned to face him, her lust-filled eyes never leaving his as she reached behind her and pulled her skirt to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. Without missing a beat, she straddled him from behind, her wetness sliding down his thighs as she positioned herself over his erect cock.

"Cheating is for the weak, Vanessa," she said, a smug grin playing on her lips. "And apparently, I'm the better cheat."

Valerie's words were like a slap in the face to Vanessa. Her eyes narrowed, and she scrambled to her feet, her own arousal forgotten in the face of Valerie's audacity. "You're a fucking slut," she spat, her voice filled with a mix of anger and disbelief.

Leo, caught between shock and pure, unbridled lust, watched as Valerie began to ride his cock from behind. Her wetness coated him, and the tightness of her pussy was like nothing he had ever felt. He couldn't help but groan, his hands instinctively reaching around to cup her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples as she ground herself against him.

Vanessa stared in disbelief as Valerie cheated, but the sight of her sister's wet pussy swallowing Leo's cock only served to fuel her anger. "You fucking cheated!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the empty classroom. Valerie threw her head back and laughed, her body moving in sync with Leo's thrusts.

"You think I care about your rules, Vanessa?" Valerie shot back, her eyes glinting with challenge. "I'll win any way I can. And if that means giving Leo what he really wants, then so be it."

With that, Valerie reached behind her and grabbed Leo's cock, still slick with her own juices, and guided it to her waiting pussy. With a wet, obscene sound, she impaled herself on him, her walls tightening around him as she took his full length. Leo's eyes went wide with shock, and he groaned deep in his throat, his hands moving to her hips to help her set a rhythm.

"Bitch, you cheated!" Vanessa screamed, outraged. "It was a blowjob contest, remember? Only our mouths on his cock!"

Valerie threw her head back, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and laughed. Her wet pussy was still grinding against Leo's erection, and she leaned back into his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're so naive, Vanessa," she panted, her voice thick with pleasure. "Leo never said we couldn't use anything else. Did he?"

Vanessa's cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. She had been so caught up in the moment, so desperate to win, that she hadn't thought of the loophole in the rules. "But...but..." she sputtered, at a loss for words as she watched her cousin take Leo's cock deep inside her.

Leo chuckled, his hands now squeezing Valerie's hips as she rode him, her moans echoing through the small, confined space. "Looks like you lost, Vanessa," he said, his voice strained with pleasure. "Guess I should've been more specific."

Vanessa's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment as she watched Valerie's breasts bounce with each thrust. She had never felt so betrayed, so used, so... so aroused. The sight of her cousin taking Leo so shamelessly was a stark reminder of what she had missed out on. "You... you're both cheaters," she stuttered, her voice laced with a hint of defeat.

But as the words left her mouth, a fiery determination burned in her eyes. She couldn't let Valerie win so easily. With a swift move, she pulled down her own skirt and panties, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy to the room. It was a declaration of war, a statement that she wouldn't go down without a fight.

Leo's smile grew wider as he took in the sight before him. Two beautiful, rival cousins, both naked from the waist down, fighting for the right to claim his cock. It was a fantasy he had never dared to dream of, and here it was unfolding in front of him. "Now, that's the spirit," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

Vanessa didn't miss a beat. She stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Leo's as she straddled him, her own wetness coating his cock. "You want a show, Leo?" she whispered, her voice filled with challenge. "You're going to get one."

Leo's eyes widened as he watched the two girls, his cock now the center of their feverish attentions. He couldn't believe what was happening—his two beautiful cousins, fighting so fiercely to satisfy him. It was a power trip unlike any he had ever experienced, and his cock throbbed with the anticipation of what was to come. He was also proud he lasted this long.

Vanessa, now straddling Leo, leaned forward, her firm breasts pressing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "I'll show her who's the better slut." With that, she reached between her own legs and began to rub Valerie's clit with a fierce determination, her own desire fueling her actions. Valerie's moan of pleasure was cut short by her own protest. "Bitch, no fingers," she managed to say, her body betraying her as it responded to Vanessa's touch.

Ignoring her cousin's protest, Vanessa rubbed Valerie's clit even more vigorously, her left hand expertly avoiding any contact with Leo's cock. She wanted to win this round, to prove she was the better woman in every way. "No hands from Leo's cock,  no one said anthing about your stinking pussy," Vanessa hissed, her own arousal making her voice thick and husky. "You cxnt." The words were venomous, but the way she ground against him spoke of a different kind of hunger—one that was just as potent as her anger.

Valerie's eyes widened in shock, her body trembling as Vanessa's touch sent waves of pleasure through her. She had never felt anything like this before, especially not from her own cousin. Despite herself, she couldn't help but moan, her hips bucking against the other girl's hand. The sensation was exquisite, and she found herself torn between the desire to win and the need to give in to the ecstasy building inside her.

With a snarl, Valerie pulled herself off Leo's cock, her pussy making a wet, sucking sound as she pulled away. She glared at Vanessa, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You sacrilegious slut," she hissed, her hand flying to cover her throbbing clit. "You want to play this game?"

The classroom was filled with the scent of arousal and the sound of their heavy breathing. Valerie's body was a mess of desire, her pussy wet and swollen from the brief encounter. She watched as Vanessa took her place, her eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and triumph as she sank onto Leo's erection.

Leo groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Vanessa's curvy body. He could feel the heat of her pussy enveloping him as she began to move, her hips rolling in a way that sent shivers down his spine. It was as if the tension between the cousins had only made their desire for him more intense.

Valerie, her eyes dark with rage, rushed towards them, her hand reaching out to grab a handful of Vanessa's hair. But Leo was too far gone, his grip on her waist too strong. The sudden force sent them both tumbling to the floor, Leo's cock never leaving Vanessa's tight grip.

Now, with Vanessa on her back and her legs in the air, Leo found himself in a prime position to fuck her without any interference. His hands planted firmly on her thighs, he began to thrust, his balls slapping against her round ass with a wet slap that filled the room with a lewd rhythm. Vanessa threw her head back, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt him fill her completely.

Valerie's grip on her hair tightened, and she pulled her closer, their mouths now mere inches apart. "Look at you," Valerie said, her voice dripping with spite. "So eager to be used like a whore." But the words barely registered with Vanessa, who was too lost in the sensation of Leo's cock pistoning in and out of her.

Leo's eyes snapped open, and he looked over at Valerie, his eyes glazed with lust. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "You want to win?" he panted, his voice raw with need. "Then show me what you've got."

Valerie didn't need any more encouragement. With a wicked smile, she slowly and gently crawled towards Leo and on top of Vanessa.

Her face was a picture of fiery desire as it hovered over Leo's, their eyes locking in a silent challenge. Despite the animosity, there was an undeniable thrill in their shared experience. Valerie held her sisters legs spreading them wider as Leo pumped her harder. Vanessa, on her back, had her sisters pussy and it scent of raw musky sex teasing her.

Their kiss was electric, filled with passion and a hint of the bitterness that had been simmering between them for so long. It was a kiss that spoke of more than just lust—it was a declaration of dominance, a battle for supremacy. Leo's eyes rolled back in his head as Valerie's mouth claimed his, her tongue dancing with his in a dance of desire. Vanessa and Valerie in 69 and Leo fucking Valerie. Who a shot to those who saw this.

As they kissed, Valerie's hips began to move, her pussy grinding against Vanessa's face. She could feel her cousin's breath on her clit, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before the smaller girl would give in to the temptation. But Vanessa was too far gone to resist, her own orgasm approaching rapidly. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of pleasure.

With a snarl of triumph, Valerie broke the kiss, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and arousal. "You're going to cum for me," she whispered, her breath hot against Leo's cheek. "You're going to make me cum, and then you'll know who's the better slut."

Vanessa's arms snaked around Valerie's waist, and she pulled herself closer to her cousin's pussy, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness that was driving her wild. Valerie's legs trembled as she felt the warm, wet heat of Vanessa's mouth on her most sensitive flesh, and she couldn't help but moan into Leo's ear. The feel of her cousin's tongue was unexpected, and the sensation was so intense, she could barely think straight.

Leo watched, his own passion reaching new heights as he continued to fuck Vanessa with everything he had. The sight of Valerie's bountiful breasts bouncing with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention, was too much to resist. He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak as he sucked hard.

Valerie gasped, the sudden sensation making her pussy spasm around Vanessa's tongue. She leaned into it, her own hands finding Leo's cock and stroking him in time with his movements. Her kiss grew more urgent, her tongue delving into his mouth as she tasted herself on his lips.

With a sly smile, she began to pull away, her eyes never leaving his. She slid down his body, her wet pussy leaving a trail on his skin, until she was face to face with his erect cock. Vanessa's eyes snapped open, watching in horror as Valerie claimed what she had worked so hard for.

Leo's eyes followed her descent, his breath hitching as Valerie wrapped her plump lips around his shaft. She began to suck him with a ferocity that surprised even him, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper and deeper. Vanessa's hand slid away, her own orgasm forgotten in the face of Valerie's betrayal.

"No!" Vanessa screamed, her voice breaking with passion and anger. "That's mine!" But it was too late. Valerie had taken control, and she wasn't about to let go. Her hands roamed Leo's body, her nails digging into his skin as she worked her mouth up and down his length. She could feel his cock swelling in her mouth, and she knew she was close to victory.

But as Valerie took her sweet time, sucking and licking Leo's cock with an expertise that left him moaning, Vanessa realized she had a new weapon at her disposal. She leaned in, her eyes never leaving her cousin's as she reached out and began to rub Valerie's clit. The contact was electric, sending a jolt through Valerie's body that made her jump.

Leo watched with a mix of amazement and arousal as the two girls, now fully entwined in a tapestry of lust and anger, worked together to bring him closer to the edge. Vanessa's nimble fingers danced over Valerie's folds, teasing and prodding until she found the perfect spot to make her cousin's body tremble. Valerie's eyes widened, and she gasped around his cock, her hand moving to cover Vanessa's, pushing it away even as her own body begged for more.

Their movements grew more frantic as the tension in the room reached a crescendo. Valerie's eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn't help but moan louder, the vibrations of her voice sending waves of pleasure through Leo's cock. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the precipice, but she refused to give in to Vanessa's touch.

With a sudden move, Valerie released Leo's cock from her mouth and leaned over her cousin's body, her own pussy hovering just above Vanessa's face. "Want some?" she taunted, her voice a low growl. Vanessa's eyes widened, and she could feel the heat of Valerie's desire, the scent of it filling her nose. Without hesitating, she reached out and took her sister's clit between her teeth, her tongue flicking it mercilessly.

Valerie's body jerked, and she let out a strangled cry, her eyes snapping shut. Her hand went to her own pussy, her fingers sliding inside herself as she struggled to maintain control. But the feel of Vanessa's mouth on her was too much, and she knew she was going to cum soon.

Leo watched, his cock still in Valerie's hand, as she took turns sucking and stroking him while her other hand worked magic on Vanessa. The sight was too much for him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Vanessa looked up at him with desperation in her eyes, her own orgasm building. Her hands eager to reach for his cock, but Valerie was smarter. Vanessa was helpless as Val was on top of her. Her curvy lower body was on top on her, her cousins pussy lips rubbing on to her lip, forcefully kissing her with a musky aftertaste. She could smell her sex and her cousins gooch. Licking it was her only option but begging Leo to hold on was the key. "Leo, no please"  Valerie, kneeling on top of her sister and facing Leo's blood filled cock knowing this fight is in her hands. As she kept on sucking her cock, victory was hers for the taking.

But the taste of her own juices mixed with Valeries made her even more desperate and hornier. She bucked her hips, trying to push Valeries head away, but Valeries grip was too strong. She was going to win, and she knew it. Valeries' eyes widened as she felt her pussy clench around Vanessa's pussy, her orgasm building with every stroke. She knew that if she didn't get Leo off soon, she would cum first.

With a desperate moan, Valerie took Leo's cock back into her mouth, her hands moving to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she sucked him with renewed vigor. She could feel the heat of his climax building, the veins on his shaft pulsing with every beat of his heart.

Vanessa's voice was muffled by Valerie's round buttocks, her pleas for Leo to wait barely audible. She struggled beneath her, her own orgasm threatening to overwhelm her as she felt her cousin's wetness against her mouth. The scent of their shared desire was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but let her tongue slip out to taste the forbidden fruit that was so close.

Leo's eyes rolled back in his head, the sensation of Valerie's mouth and Vanessa's touch pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the tension in the room, the heat of their bodies, and the desperation of their competition. His cock was a livewire, pulsing with every stroke of Valerie's hand and flick of her tongue.

Vanessa's breath grew ragged as she felt Valerie's pussy convulse against her face, the warmth of her cousin's juices spreading over her cheeks. The taste of Valerie's desire mixed with the scent of her own arousal was a heady cocktail that had her own pussy begging for relief. Her hands gripped the desk, her nails digging into the wood as she felt her orgasm approaching.

But it was not to be. With a roar of pleasure that seemed to shake the very walls of the classroom, Leo's cock erupted in Valerie's mouth, spurting hot cum that filled her cheeks and spilled down her chin. Valerie's eyes widened with victory, the sweet taste of victory and the saltiness of Leo's seed a testament to her triumph.

Her grip on his balls tightened, milking him for every drop as she swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving Vanessa's tear-stained face. Vanessa watched, her own orgasm forgotten in the face of defeat. She felt a strange mix of anger, arousal, and sadness as she realized that she had lost.

With a final gasp, Leo's orgasm subsided, and Valerie sat back, her mouth a wet mess of cum and saliva. She looked down at Vanessa, who was still sprawled on the floor, her pussy glistening with need. "Looks like you lost," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you get your taste too."

Vanessa looked up at her cousin, defeat and desire warring in her eyes. She couldn't believe it had come to this, but she was too far gone to stop now. With a nod, she leaned out, her tongue darting out to taste the cum that was slowly trickling down Valerie's chin and onto her breasts. The salty-sweet flavor was a stark reminder of the battle they had just fought over Leo.

Valerie leaned over, her breasts swaying tantalizingly above Vanessa's face. She smirked as she watched her leaner cousin's eyes follow the trail of cum down to her nipple,. "You want some more?" she goaded, her voice filled with a dark amusement that sent a shiver down Vanessa's spine.

Leo lay on the floor, spent and smiling, his eyes flicking between the two cousins. He had never thought he'd see the day when they were fighting over his cum, but here it was, the most erotic sight of his young life. The power he felt was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he watched them both crave what he had given to Valerie.

The kiss between the cousins was unlike any he had ever seen. It was a battle of wills, a silent agreement that the competition was over, and that they would share in the spoils of victory. As they kissed, they both knew that they were fighting for something more than just his affection—they were fighting for the right to be the one who had truly claimed him.

The kiss grew more passionate, and soon, Valerie pulled away, a smug smile on her lips. She leaned down and took Leo's still-hard cock into her mouth again, eager to claim the rest of his cum. Vanessa watched, her eyes glued to the scene before her. Despite her anger, she couldn't help but be drawn to the sight of her cousin's mouth wrapped around Leo's shaft.

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Catfight Art / Re: Cavewoman catfight

« Last post by Toothandnail on Yesterday at 08:34:40 PM »

Hi, I'm trying to make animations with ai using your images; I hope you don't mind. This few seconds have consumed all my tokens.

I don’t mind at all. Where can I see them? 

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Family Fights / Re: Sister -In-Law

« Last post by Katherine-wins on Yesterday at 07:57:46 PM »

Really a great set up for more to come!