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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Sexy wives in a wrestling competition
« Last post by DS79 on Today at 10:37:58 AM »# 2
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Sexy wives in a wrestling competition
« Last post by wifelovewrestling on Today at 10:30:40 AM »Sexy wives in a wrestling competition! 
Several sexy wives in short skirts and tights in a wrestling match!
Who will wins wrestling match?
Several sexy wives in short skirts and tights in a wrestling match!
Who will wins wrestling match?
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: lexibabe nyteshade {a reckoning}
« Last post by Katrina on Today at 09:39:33 AM »Looks like Nyteshade is a wimp that won’t fight to the finish
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Wife vs secretary
« Last post by Katrina on Today at 09:37:50 AM »This is so hot, the smaller wife must fight she knows it, but out classed, smaller, her best bet is to hurt the secretary enough and promise her man a win the next time. She knows she has to dress sexier, be sexier and fuck wilder than her rival to keep her man.,
He is right the wife knows she has to fight for her man even if out classed and just I impress him enough he still wants you even if the other women beats, strips or fucks you in front of him
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Producer Announcements / FF969 - The Date Night Demolition
« Last post by FEMMEFIGHT on Today at 08:56:34 AM »FF969 - The Date Night Demolition
The atmosphere in the dressing room was suffocating. Siobhan Graves stood before the mirror, applying the final touches to her makeup, looking stunning in an emerald green wrap dress. She was ready for her date, radiating anticipation. But hovering just behind her was Kitty Quinzelle, a picture of simmering rage in a red floral mini-dress. Kitty was convinced that Siobhan’s mystery date was the blonde guy she had been chasing for weeks. She crowded Siobhan, leaning in, whispering accusations, trying to psyche her friend out and ruin the mood. Siobhan tried to ignore it, but Kitty physically blocked her, invading her space until Siobhan snapped. "Get off me!" she screamed, shoving the redhead away.
That shove was the starting gun. Kitty didn't back down; she attacked. The argument exploded into a vicious brawl right there in front of the mirror. Kitty grabbed Siobhan’s green dress, and the sound of ripping fabric filled the room. She tore the garment violently, pulling it off Siobhan’s shoulders and dragging it down, determined to ensure Siobhan wouldn't be going anywhere tonight.
Siobhan retaliated with equal fury. If her date was ruined, Kitty’s dress was going with it. She clawed at the red floral fabric, ripping it open and tearing it from Kitty’s body. The two women crashed to the floor, a tangle of limbs and shredded rayon. They wrestled furiously on the wooden boards, stripping each other down to their black and red lingerie in a frenzy of jealousy. In the end, Kitty overpowered her rival, straddling the half-naked Siobhan and wrapping her hands around her throat, choking the life out of the date night before it had even begun. The blonde guy would be waiting a long time, while his would-be dates destroyed each other in a pile of ruined clothes.
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The atmosphere in the dressing room was suffocating. Siobhan Graves stood before the mirror, applying the final touches to her makeup, looking stunning in an emerald green wrap dress. She was ready for her date, radiating anticipation. But hovering just behind her was Kitty Quinzelle, a picture of simmering rage in a red floral mini-dress. Kitty was convinced that Siobhan’s mystery date was the blonde guy she had been chasing for weeks. She crowded Siobhan, leaning in, whispering accusations, trying to psyche her friend out and ruin the mood. Siobhan tried to ignore it, but Kitty physically blocked her, invading her space until Siobhan snapped. "Get off me!" she screamed, shoving the redhead away.
That shove was the starting gun. Kitty didn't back down; she attacked. The argument exploded into a vicious brawl right there in front of the mirror. Kitty grabbed Siobhan’s green dress, and the sound of ripping fabric filled the room. She tore the garment violently, pulling it off Siobhan’s shoulders and dragging it down, determined to ensure Siobhan wouldn't be going anywhere tonight.
Siobhan retaliated with equal fury. If her date was ruined, Kitty’s dress was going with it. She clawed at the red floral fabric, ripping it open and tearing it from Kitty’s body. The two women crashed to the floor, a tangle of limbs and shredded rayon. They wrestled furiously on the wooden boards, stripping each other down to their black and red lingerie in a frenzy of jealousy. In the end, Kitty overpowered her rival, straddling the half-naked Siobhan and wrapping her hands around her throat, choking the life out of the date night before it had even begun. The blonde guy would be waiting a long time, while his would-be dates destroyed each other in a pile of ruined clothes.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Penthouse Pounding : Broken Promise Nicole vs Chelsea
« Last post by Serene Savagery on Today at 08:44:00 AM »..
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Penthouse Pounding : Broken Promise Nicole vs Chelsea
« Last post by Chelsea on Today at 07:02:18 AM »The humiliating words you force me to cry out echo in the room... You forced me to beg you to stop... begging you in front of everyone. I had no choice. I couldn't take any more punishment. You broke my body, my will and my pride.
You don't get up right away, you stay sitting heavily on me... proving a point to us all. You will get off me only when you decide it's time to get off me. I can't do anything about it. The audience won't do anything about it. I lay there under you looking up at you looking down at me.
Finally after what feels like an eternity you slowly rise to your feet. I'm able to take some halting breaths... still on my back, broken, not moving. You are standing over me still looking down. I have to close my eyes... I can't look at you. The room is so quiet, the guests are hushed, staring. The only sound is our breathing... yours is slow and steady, mine is shaky and halting.
I slowly open my eyes again. You are still there standing over me... still looking down. I see a slight smile start to form on your face. I don't dare move... just lay there looking up at your eyes and that slight smile...
You don't get up right away, you stay sitting heavily on me... proving a point to us all. You will get off me only when you decide it's time to get off me. I can't do anything about it. The audience won't do anything about it. I lay there under you looking up at you looking down at me.
Finally after what feels like an eternity you slowly rise to your feet. I'm able to take some halting breaths... still on my back, broken, not moving. You are standing over me still looking down. I have to close my eyes... I can't look at you. The room is so quiet, the guests are hushed, staring. The only sound is our breathing... yours is slow and steady, mine is shaky and halting.
I slowly open my eyes again. You are still there standing over me... still looking down. I see a slight smile start to form on your face. I don't dare move... just lay there looking up at your eyes and that slight smile...
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Norulezemma vs Erin Lee in a no rules fight for supremacy
« Last post by Norulezemma on Today at 06:07:54 AM »While i am focused on slamming your head into the floor you take the chance to take hold of my locks and start to throw my head side to side. That the fight is coming to a conclusion is beyond doubt, just need to force the words "I quit" from your lips or mine.
We are now so tightly locked together, so intent on destroying the other. I can't deny, i get quite a buzz out of locking up with a vicious fighter like you.
Still straddling you, pressing my tush down on your hips, i try and lift my head but you have a tight hold on my hair to prevent that. I let go of your hair with my right hand and slide it between us, i start to pound on your left tit, punching it as hard as i can. Then i shuffle my tush backwards so i'm lying full length on you, i force my right leg between yours and try to nail your kitty with my knee. Sweat drips off my nose onto your cheek, i'm at the limits of my stamina now.
This is going to the wire
As you slide down to lay on me, our sweat mixing as our breasts, bellys, arms and faces press and touch. You lift your knee but i react and clench my thighs, trapping your knee and then buck my hips to make us roll around.
As you get under me I try to as fast as possible sceamble up to scoot onto your chest, wanting to pink down your arms and be able go finish you of with few well aimed punches If I succed i pinning you.
This is it!
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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Cats and Dogs: Part 4
« Last post by YuriLesboLover on Today at 05:27:22 AM »After the absolutely mindblowing, life(or for two of them, unlife) changing night that they had, the four girls found themselves all waking up at the exact same time. Moaning in exhaustion and their weary bones aching as they stretched. Their hair was completely disheveled and messy and the smell of ripe pussy and raw sex permeated the room even now, as well as their hot bodies. Lila and Ramona looked over at their witchly opponents, who were smiling from ear to ear.
“We won.” Felicia said confidently.
The ghost girls’ memories of last night came flooding back. They had lost. Just barely. However, the experience was so incredible that they didn’t care much.
“So you have.” Lila said as she got up and stretched.
“It was so worth it…” Ramona added in a tone of bliss.
“That was…really something…” Saccharine added.
“I have to admit, we underestimated you bitches.” Felicia said begrudgingly. “Last night really could have gone either way.”
“All the more reason for a rematch.” Ramona said flirtatiously.
“And in the event that you win that rematch…a tiebreaker.” Saccharine added seductively.
“Please don’t get me worked up again…” Lila pleaded. “My body is about to quit on me but I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself.”
“Agreed.” Felicia said. “And remember our terms…”
“Yeah…” Lila said with a sigh. “$20 grand, was it?”
“And we own you sluts for the next two weeks.” Saccharine added.
“I think we all know you earned both.” Ramona admitted. “For now though…let’s just wash up and get some rest.”
Felicia nodded in agreement as she showed her guests to the basement where the showers were. They all had to shower separately for fear that the sight of each other’s hot and wet naked bodies might be too much for any of them to control themselves. They washed up, cleaning the sweat, oil and cum from their voluptuous forms and the soothing hot water brought an end to their aches and pains. Now fully awake, they all dried off and met back in the fight room. The mat was completely covered in the various fluids from the fight. A testament to a great challenge. The four of them got dressed.
“What a night last night was…” Ramona said in amazement as Lila looked at her phone.
“Um…” Lila said with a baffled expression. “We were all out cold for all last night…”
“Huh?” Ramona asked her girlfriend.
“Two days have passed…” Lila answered. “We all went at it for a full 24 hours…and then slept another 24 hours.”
The four nymphos’ eyes went wide in shock.
“A fight like that…” Saccharine said. “Only comes once in a lifetime.”
“Oh, Pierre!” Lila suddenly realized. “Is he okay?! Bring him back!”
“Relax, blondie.” Felicia said.
As Saccharine rolled up the mat, the redhead went back to the front room and came back with the same bag she had before. She stood in front of the two ghost babes and opened it, revealing the beautiful meadow from before. Immediately, Pierre came charging out of it.
“Bark!” He yelped excitedly as he hopped into his owner’s arms.
“Oh, there you are!” Lila said lovingly as she snuggled her dog, who was happy to see her.
Ramona hugged both of them.
“Yes. How heartwarming.” Felicia said sarcastically. “Now do you want the potion to make him into a ghost or not?”
“Oh, yes!” Felicia said, remembering why they were here to begin with.
“I have it tucked away in a secret place that only a witch like me can get past.” Felicia said as she signaled her rivals turned customers to follow her. “Rine, you keep the doggy company, okay?”
“Alright, fine…” Saccharine said with a groan.
“I know you don’t like her that much, boy but please be good for the white haired lady.” Lila said.
Pierre kissed his master and jumped out of her arms, running towards Saccharine, tail wagging, wanting her to play with him.
“Well…I guess he isn’t so bad.” Saccharine said with a small grin.
“He likes you a lot better in human form, so stay that way.” Lila instructed.
“Yeah, yeah…” Saccharine said as Pierre snuggled into her lap.
“Babe, you coming or not?” Ramona asked as she began following Saccharine.
“Coming!” Lila shouted.
“Yes, you certainly did many times…” Felicia joked.
Lila petted her French Bulldog goodbye as she followed the other two. Felicia led them to a door and opened it, revealing an empty room with a very long ladder.
“This leads to my potion room.” Felicia explained. “If a non-magical person, say an intruder, tries to climb this ladder, it will just go on forever, trapping them.”
“Geez…” Lila said.
“It’s just my own little thief trap.” Felicia said.
“Not even Macaulay Culkin would come up with something so twisted.” Ramona joked.
“The spell I cast can sense that I’m a witch, so it should lead to my potion room like normal.” Felicia continued. “You two will have to follow me up…So try not to grope my ass.”
“We make no promises.” Lila joked.
Felicia started climbing the ladder, followed by Ramona and then Lila, who struggled not to look up at her girlfriend’s glorious dump truck and start getting hot and bothered again. This was not the time or place. At least not yet. The distinctive, metallic clanging sounds of them all climbing the ladder were almost rhythmic in a way.
“How long is the actual climb?” Lila shouted up.
“Even with the spell I cast on it undone, it’s still a pretty long climb.” Felicia answered. “You never know if another magic user might try something.”
“How long exactly?” Ramona asked.
“Depends on your climbing speed.” Felicia answered. “Anywhete from three to five minutes, I’d say.”
“Great…” Ramona said, annoyed.
“A full song length’s worth of climbing…What a thrill…” Lila said sarcastically.
Ramona chuckled.
“With darkness and silence through the niiiight…” Ramona said jokingly in a singsong voice as they kept climbing.
“What a thrill…” Felicia added. “I’m searching and I’ll melt into…yooouuuu…”
The metallic clangs of the ladder added to the rhythm.
“What a fear in my heart…” Ramona kept it going. “But you’re so…supreeeeeeeme…”
Lila smiled.
“I give my liiiiife…” Lila sang. “Not for honooooor…but for yoooouuuu…”
“In my time…” Ramona sang. “There’ll be no one elllllllllllse…”
“Criiiiiiiiiime…” Felicia sang. “It’s the way I fly to…yoooooooouuuuuuuuu…”
Then they all sang.
“I’m stillllll in a dreammmmmm…” In unison. “Snake eateeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr!!!”
And then they were there. Felicia pushed up the hatch to reveal a room full of fancy looking bottles, drawers and shelves as the two ghosts joined her.
“Well, that was fun.” Felicia said. “Now where did I put that damn thing?”
Lila and Ramona looked around the amazing room as Felicia rummaged through her stuff for a couple minutes.
“Here it is!” Felicia declared.
The redhead showed a bottle of pure white liquid to the blonde and the raven.
“Keep in mind, I’ve only ever used this potion on people before, so I should be there when you give it to him.” Felicia explained.
Lila seemed nervous.
“Only one way to find out…” She said.
They turned around and realized that they all had to climb back down. They all groaned out loud. A few minutes later, they got back to the ground floor and into the fight room. Pierre immediately jumped out of Saccharine’s lap and ran towards his owners, tail wagging and panting. Lila looked over at Felicia.
“Just have him drink it and it should work.” Felicia said.
“Should?” Lila asked. “You said you only ever gave it to people. What if it does something to him? What if he becomes a ghost and he can’t control his powers? What if he…?”
“Relax, babe.” Ramona said. “He’s a smart dog. He has his instincts. This is really our only option anyway.”
Lila exhaled.
“Okay…” She said. “Oh and I almost forgot.”
She reached into her pocket, took out her wallet and then her debit card.
“Here.” She said, giving it to Felicia.
“Pleasure doing business.” Felicia said.
“It certainly was.” Saccharine joked.
The redhead then bent down and picked up Pierre, who looked up at her lovingly. Felicia then handed her the uncapped potion and Lila brought it up to Pierre’s mouth. The dog guzzled the whole thing down before Lila took it away. Everyone looked at him, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, Pierre phased right through Lila’s arms. The blonde panicked and looked around to see her dog flying through the air, in complete control.
“It worked!” Lila proclaimed. “He’s a ghost! And he knows what to do and everything!”
“He learns even faster than I thought.” Ramona said. “If only a certain someone was so easy to train.”
“Shut up.” Lila said jokingly.
Pierre flew back into Lila’s arms as she hugged her dog tightly.
“Now we can all live forever together!” Lila said with joy.
Ramona hugged them both.
“Ahem.” Saccharine mockingly coughed. “Not for the next two weeks you won’t.”
“And they’ll be the most grueling two weeks of your unlives.” Felicia added.
The ghost girlfriends looked at each other and sighed.
“Fair enough.” Ramona said.
“A deal’s a deal.” Lila added.
The witch girlfriends grinned at each other deviously. They were going to enjoy this.
“We won.” Felicia said confidently.
The ghost girls’ memories of last night came flooding back. They had lost. Just barely. However, the experience was so incredible that they didn’t care much.
“So you have.” Lila said as she got up and stretched.
“It was so worth it…” Ramona added in a tone of bliss.
“That was…really something…” Saccharine added.
“I have to admit, we underestimated you bitches.” Felicia said begrudgingly. “Last night really could have gone either way.”
“All the more reason for a rematch.” Ramona said flirtatiously.
“And in the event that you win that rematch…a tiebreaker.” Saccharine added seductively.
“Please don’t get me worked up again…” Lila pleaded. “My body is about to quit on me but I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself.”
“Agreed.” Felicia said. “And remember our terms…”
“Yeah…” Lila said with a sigh. “$20 grand, was it?”
“And we own you sluts for the next two weeks.” Saccharine added.
“I think we all know you earned both.” Ramona admitted. “For now though…let’s just wash up and get some rest.”
Felicia nodded in agreement as she showed her guests to the basement where the showers were. They all had to shower separately for fear that the sight of each other’s hot and wet naked bodies might be too much for any of them to control themselves. They washed up, cleaning the sweat, oil and cum from their voluptuous forms and the soothing hot water brought an end to their aches and pains. Now fully awake, they all dried off and met back in the fight room. The mat was completely covered in the various fluids from the fight. A testament to a great challenge. The four of them got dressed.
“What a night last night was…” Ramona said in amazement as Lila looked at her phone.
“Um…” Lila said with a baffled expression. “We were all out cold for all last night…”
“Huh?” Ramona asked her girlfriend.
“Two days have passed…” Lila answered. “We all went at it for a full 24 hours…and then slept another 24 hours.”
The four nymphos’ eyes went wide in shock.
“A fight like that…” Saccharine said. “Only comes once in a lifetime.”
“Oh, Pierre!” Lila suddenly realized. “Is he okay?! Bring him back!”
“Relax, blondie.” Felicia said.
As Saccharine rolled up the mat, the redhead went back to the front room and came back with the same bag she had before. She stood in front of the two ghost babes and opened it, revealing the beautiful meadow from before. Immediately, Pierre came charging out of it.
“Bark!” He yelped excitedly as he hopped into his owner’s arms.
“Oh, there you are!” Lila said lovingly as she snuggled her dog, who was happy to see her.
Ramona hugged both of them.
“Yes. How heartwarming.” Felicia said sarcastically. “Now do you want the potion to make him into a ghost or not?”
“Oh, yes!” Felicia said, remembering why they were here to begin with.
“I have it tucked away in a secret place that only a witch like me can get past.” Felicia said as she signaled her rivals turned customers to follow her. “Rine, you keep the doggy company, okay?”
“Alright, fine…” Saccharine said with a groan.
“I know you don’t like her that much, boy but please be good for the white haired lady.” Lila said.
Pierre kissed his master and jumped out of her arms, running towards Saccharine, tail wagging, wanting her to play with him.
“Well…I guess he isn’t so bad.” Saccharine said with a small grin.
“He likes you a lot better in human form, so stay that way.” Lila instructed.
“Yeah, yeah…” Saccharine said as Pierre snuggled into her lap.
“Babe, you coming or not?” Ramona asked as she began following Saccharine.
“Coming!” Lila shouted.
“Yes, you certainly did many times…” Felicia joked.
Lila petted her French Bulldog goodbye as she followed the other two. Felicia led them to a door and opened it, revealing an empty room with a very long ladder.
“This leads to my potion room.” Felicia explained. “If a non-magical person, say an intruder, tries to climb this ladder, it will just go on forever, trapping them.”
“Geez…” Lila said.
“It’s just my own little thief trap.” Felicia said.
“Not even Macaulay Culkin would come up with something so twisted.” Ramona joked.
“The spell I cast can sense that I’m a witch, so it should lead to my potion room like normal.” Felicia continued. “You two will have to follow me up…So try not to grope my ass.”
“We make no promises.” Lila joked.
Felicia started climbing the ladder, followed by Ramona and then Lila, who struggled not to look up at her girlfriend’s glorious dump truck and start getting hot and bothered again. This was not the time or place. At least not yet. The distinctive, metallic clanging sounds of them all climbing the ladder were almost rhythmic in a way.
“How long is the actual climb?” Lila shouted up.
“Even with the spell I cast on it undone, it’s still a pretty long climb.” Felicia answered. “You never know if another magic user might try something.”
“How long exactly?” Ramona asked.
“Depends on your climbing speed.” Felicia answered. “Anywhete from three to five minutes, I’d say.”
“Great…” Ramona said, annoyed.
“A full song length’s worth of climbing…What a thrill…” Lila said sarcastically.
Ramona chuckled.
“With darkness and silence through the niiiight…” Ramona said jokingly in a singsong voice as they kept climbing.
“What a thrill…” Felicia added. “I’m searching and I’ll melt into…yooouuuu…”
The metallic clangs of the ladder added to the rhythm.
“What a fear in my heart…” Ramona kept it going. “But you’re so…supreeeeeeeme…”
Lila smiled.
“I give my liiiiife…” Lila sang. “Not for honooooor…but for yoooouuuu…”
“In my time…” Ramona sang. “There’ll be no one elllllllllllse…”
“Criiiiiiiiiime…” Felicia sang. “It’s the way I fly to…yoooooooouuuuuuuuu…”
Then they all sang.
“I’m stillllll in a dreammmmmm…” In unison. “Snake eateeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr!!!”
And then they were there. Felicia pushed up the hatch to reveal a room full of fancy looking bottles, drawers and shelves as the two ghosts joined her.
“Well, that was fun.” Felicia said. “Now where did I put that damn thing?”
Lila and Ramona looked around the amazing room as Felicia rummaged through her stuff for a couple minutes.
“Here it is!” Felicia declared.
The redhead showed a bottle of pure white liquid to the blonde and the raven.
“Keep in mind, I’ve only ever used this potion on people before, so I should be there when you give it to him.” Felicia explained.
Lila seemed nervous.
“Only one way to find out…” She said.
They turned around and realized that they all had to climb back down. They all groaned out loud. A few minutes later, they got back to the ground floor and into the fight room. Pierre immediately jumped out of Saccharine’s lap and ran towards his owners, tail wagging and panting. Lila looked over at Felicia.
“Just have him drink it and it should work.” Felicia said.
“Should?” Lila asked. “You said you only ever gave it to people. What if it does something to him? What if he becomes a ghost and he can’t control his powers? What if he…?”
“Relax, babe.” Ramona said. “He’s a smart dog. He has his instincts. This is really our only option anyway.”
Lila exhaled.
“Okay…” She said. “Oh and I almost forgot.”
She reached into her pocket, took out her wallet and then her debit card.
“Here.” She said, giving it to Felicia.
“Pleasure doing business.” Felicia said.
“It certainly was.” Saccharine joked.
The redhead then bent down and picked up Pierre, who looked up at her lovingly. Felicia then handed her the uncapped potion and Lila brought it up to Pierre’s mouth. The dog guzzled the whole thing down before Lila took it away. Everyone looked at him, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, Pierre phased right through Lila’s arms. The blonde panicked and looked around to see her dog flying through the air, in complete control.
“It worked!” Lila proclaimed. “He’s a ghost! And he knows what to do and everything!”
“He learns even faster than I thought.” Ramona said. “If only a certain someone was so easy to train.”
“Shut up.” Lila said jokingly.
Pierre flew back into Lila’s arms as she hugged her dog tightly.
“Now we can all live forever together!” Lila said with joy.
Ramona hugged them both.
“Ahem.” Saccharine mockingly coughed. “Not for the next two weeks you won’t.”
“And they’ll be the most grueling two weeks of your unlives.” Felicia added.
The ghost girlfriends looked at each other and sighed.
“Fair enough.” Ramona said.
“A deal’s a deal.” Lila added.
The witch girlfriends grinned at each other deviously. They were going to enjoy this.
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Message Board Fights / Re: Erin Lee vs Lauren (Tatt Cat): Final Battle for the Bali Bungalow
« Last post by Lauren (Tatt Cat) on Today at 04:37:38 AM »I have you snug and secure and not able to move or gain leverage, keeping our bodies pressed together nice and tight, as I keep the scissors locked along with the combo headlock and hairpull. I pulse my thigh muscles to increase the vise on your tanned tight bod and I’d be a liar if I said I am not loving the sweet little moans you’re making from the pressure.
“Still think my legs are ‘weedy’?” I hiss as I stretch them out even more and pulse again. I see you working your arms and feel your groping fingers dig into my armpit, not nails but fingertips, and start to feel discomfort as they push and press in with a lot of desperate force. I grit my teeth and struggle to keep my grip on your hair … not to mention the headlock … secure but it’s really starting to bother me and I can feel a tiny bit of numbness sinking in.
My fingers are snarled in your dark mop and they start to tremble a bit, my grip loosens and relaxes but I’m still hanging on as you try to work your head free. I finally have to release the headlock and you pull your head away … leaving strands of dark hair fluttering from my fingers down to the sand.
I focus on the scissors as I take a second to shake out my arms. Then aim a short range slap at the face I’ve been dreaming about slapping for over a year … If I have my way, and I intend to, this will be the first slap of many! YT
“Still think my legs are ‘weedy’?” I hiss as I stretch them out even more and pulse again. I see you working your arms and feel your groping fingers dig into my armpit, not nails but fingertips, and start to feel discomfort as they push and press in with a lot of desperate force. I grit my teeth and struggle to keep my grip on your hair … not to mention the headlock … secure but it’s really starting to bother me and I can feel a tiny bit of numbness sinking in.
My fingers are snarled in your dark mop and they start to tremble a bit, my grip loosens and relaxes but I’m still hanging on as you try to work your head free. I finally have to release the headlock and you pull your head away … leaving strands of dark hair fluttering from my fingers down to the sand.
I focus on the scissors as I take a second to shake out my arms. Then aim a short range slap at the face I’ve been dreaming about slapping for over a year … If I have my way, and I intend to, this will be the first slap of many! YT
