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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Out of necessity Mom's collide
« Last post by The Dance on Today at 06:12:19 AM »Thank you for the kind comments and constructive criticism, all of it appreciated & helpful.
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Catfight Art / Re: PandoraCatfightAI Gallery!
« Last post by pandoracatfight on Today at 03:47:45 AM »Fantastic girls engaged in deadly fights with edged weapons!
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Rivals Collide, Enemies Clash — Jamie Lynn vs. Anna Hunt
« Last post by Laci K on Today at 03:18:00 AM »Ladies, ladies, ladies! Anna and Jamie! Jamie and Anna! Well fought valiant effort between both of you. These are the types of rivalries and clashes that made me join fcf all those many years ago in the first place. That moment your eyes meet and lock for the first time you knew that person was gonna be your arch nemesis amd your most hated rival.
Amd trust me ladies, both you're sopping wet battling cxnts aren't the only ones dripping with heated sexual juices. Im sure many panties were soaked reading the back and forth physical and sexual figjt between yall!
Maybe one day our peaches and othrr womanly parts might cross but for now recover bitches! Cause im sure its not over between yall and there might other curvy stacked women wanting to get at yall...like this other stacked curvy alpha blonde...ME!
Amd trust me ladies, both you're sopping wet battling cxnts aren't the only ones dripping with heated sexual juices. Im sure many panties were soaked reading the back and forth physical and sexual figjt between yall!
Maybe one day our peaches and othrr womanly parts might cross but for now recover bitches! Cause im sure its not over between yall and there might other curvy stacked women wanting to get at yall...like this other stacked curvy alpha blonde...ME!
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Sexfighting and Titfighting / [Titfight] Camie Utsushimi vs Momo Yaoyorozu
« Last post by Carioca on Today at 01:50:54 AM »After the events of the final war, the city of Musutafu had finally been rebuilt. Although crime had been greatly reduced, it still lingered in the shadows. The new generation of heroes patrolled daily—even at night—to prevent villains from rising again and terrorizing the citizens.
This was the reality for Camie Utsushimi, who, after graduating from Shiketsu High, had become a professional hero. More than that, she had skyrocketed to fame as one of the most popular heroines, thanks to her stunning beauty. Over the years, her body had matured subtly yet dramatically: her hips had widened, her thighs thickened into powerful curves, her breasts had grown fuller and heavier, while her waist remained strikingly slim. Her cute, glossy-lipped face only added to her allure. Much like Mt. Lady's early career, Camie had become the talk of the town, vying for the spotlight with Nejire Hado, who had debuted as a pro hero a year earlier.
On this ordinary night in Musutafu, Camie was on patrol during her second year as a pro. Though she took her heroic duties seriously, she couldn't ignore the constant stream of fans stopping her for autographs, photos, selfies, and even hugs. She knew that charm and fan service were key to staying popular and climbing the rankings past Hado. Yes, Camie was determined to become the most beloved heroine in history—not through raw combat feats (her Quirk wasn't ideal for direct fights), but through her breathtaking looks and irresistible charisma.
While posing for yet another group of admirers, a desperate cry pierced the air.
“Aaaah! He stole my purse! Stop him! Thief!”
A metamorph-type villain with an impressively muscular, bull-like physique had snatched an elderly woman's bag and bolted into a dark alley. Camie didn't hesitate. She sprinted after him, already exhaling her Glamour Quirk to flood the area with illusions. The thief suddenly found himself convinced the alley was a dead end—even the way he had come appeared sealed off.
“Huh!? What!? How is this possible!? I came through here and now it's blocked too! This can't be right… something's wrong…” The bull-like villain panicked, charging desperately around the confined space until he finally collapsed, unconscious.
“Hand over that purse! And don't you ever rob little old ladies again!” The voice belonged to none other than Momo Yaoyorozu, the recent U.A. graduate who had just debuted as a pro hero. She was already stealing headlines from other popular heroines with her elegance, intelligence, and jaw-dropping beauty.
Like Camie, Momo had blossomed over the years. Her hips had flared wider, her thighs grown stronger and fuller, her breasts become even more generous—yet her waist stayed cinched and her delicate features remained refined and aristocratic.
When Camie arrived at the scene, she found Momo already creating a pair of sturdy handcuffs from her Quirk and securing the villain. Beside him lay a massive iron hammer—clearly the tool she'd used to knock him out cold.
After snapping the cuffs on, Momo finally noticed her rival.
“Oh! Camie!? What a coincidence running into you here! I did think this place felt unnatural… You were using your illusions to trap him in this alley, weren't you? Nailed it! Hehe. Well, now that I've got him restrained, you can drop the illusion so I can get out and haul him to the police. By the way, thanks for the assist—we make quite the team. Maybe you should consider becoming my sidekick!”
Her tone sounded sweet and friendly, but away from the cameras, Momo couldn't hide the wicked smirk spreading across her face. She knew Camie was her biggest rival in the popularity rankings and saw this as the perfect chance to pull ahead and claim the spotlight. She also loved needling Camie about her Quirk's limitations in direct combat.
Camie fell for it instantly. Her cheeks flushed bright red.
“Grrr!!! Just leave him there—I'll take him in myself! You only landed the finishing blow because I confused him with my illusions first! Everyone knows you couldn't handle a brute like this on your own without someone to distract him while you make your weapons!”
“And let you steal all the credit for the capture? No way! I did all the real work. You just played distraction—like any sidekick would!”
Camie stepped forward to grab the villain, but Momo blocked her path. The two heroines stood face-to-face, fists clenched, teeth bared, growling like dogs ready to lunge.
“Who do you think you are, rookie!? You just became a hero yesterday and already think you can call the shots? This isn't U.A. where you were the hot stuff just because your boobs were a little bigger than your classmates' and you strutted around in that shameless costume with your legs out and that plunging neckline! Out here, you're nobody!”
Camie leaned in, deliberately pressing her breasts against Momo's in an aggressive show of dominance.
“Ha! Make me laugh! You're just dying of jealousy because at Shiketsu you were the school bombshell only because you squeezed into that fetishistic, skin-tight lycra outfit like some street worker flaunting those slightly bigger tits than your classmates. But in the real hero world, you're just another pretty face with nothing special to offer. Everyone knows the bigger the breasts, the higher the popularity. And between us… that's **me**!”
With that final jab, Momo shoved back just as hard, mashing her equally massive chest against Camie's.
For the next several minutes, the two rival heroines did nothing but push and grind their breasts together, trying to prove whose were bigger and stronger. They moaned and growled at each other, hands kept firmly at their sides, locked in a physical stalemate despite both claiming victory.
“You only think yours are bigger because I bet you stuffed padding in that super-low-cut costume of yours!” Camie taunted.
“Me!? You're the one whose outfit is way more perfect for hiding padding!”
“Oh yeah!? Maybe this will shut you up!”
Camie stepped back, yanked down the zipper of her costume all the way to her waist, and pulled the top apart, letting it fall around her hips. Her enormous, perfectly rounded breasts spilled free—rosy pink nipples erect, wide areolas on full display. Momo's confident expression twisted in shock as Camie smirked, feeling unstoppable.
“Tsk! That changes nothing. Without my uniform on, you'll see even clearer that **mine** are bigger!”
Momo retaliated, gripping the front of her own costume and pulling it apart, letting it drop to her waist. Her own massive, gravity-defying breasts bounced into view—equally rosy nipples standing proud, areolas just as broad. Camie's smug look faltered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty.
“Tsk! You might be bigger than I thought, but I still don't see anything bigger than mine!” Camie snapped.
“And I say the same to you!” Momo growled, frustrated that no obvious difference was apparent—if one even existed.
“But I'm certain mine are heavier—and that makes me the winner!”
In a bold move, Camie reached out and grabbed Momo's left breast while cupping her own for comparison. Momo's breast was far too large to fully encompass with Camie's smaller hand, but her palm easily covered the nipple and areola.
“Ughhh! You pervert—don't just grab without warning!” Momo protested in a softer, more flustered tone, then mirrored the action, squeezing Camie's breast and comparing weights. Just like before, Camie's chest overflowed her grasp, but her palm hid the sensitive center.
For long minutes in that dark alley—hidden from the world by Camie's lingering illusions—the two simply fondled and weighed each other's breasts, searching for any edge. All they found were involuntary moans escaping their lips as nipples hardened painfully against palms, growing so stiff it actually hurt. Eventually, they had to pull back.
“Aaah… aaah… ah… You filthy dyke! Your nipple was so hard it practically stabbed my hand! Bet that's all you wanted, huh, Momo? A gorgeous woman like me groping those saggy, lightweight tits of yours!”
“Look who's talking, you closet lesbian! Your nipple was throbbing so excitedly it felt like it was trying to drill through my hand—thrilled to finally be touched by someone as stunning as me on those featherweight boobs!”
They stared at each other's painfully erect nipples in shock, then glanced down at their own and realized they'd never been this aroused before. A wicked, synchronized idea flashed through both minds, and matching evil smiles spread across their flushed faces.
“Well… we still don't know whose are bigger or heavier, but we definitely know whose nipples are harder,” Momo purred, squeezing her own breasts and pinching her nipple between her fingers.
“Oh yeah… definitely… Mine are hard as iron!” Camie shot back, doing the same.
“Hmmm… Really? Mine are hard as steel!”
“Is that so? Then come here and prove it!”
They licked their lips and stepped closer, lifting their heavy breasts from underneath and perfectly aligning their stiff nipples.
“Higher… to the left. Stop dodging, Momo!”
“You're the one scared to clash with me, Camie!”
**“Aaah!”**
The instant their nipples met, a sweet, electric moan escaped both throats, goosebumps racing across their skin. They kept pressing, grinding nipple-to-nipple, refusing to yield.
“Ah! Ah! Come on, Camie! Push harder!”
“Hmmm! These pathetic little nubs of yours are so weak, Momo! Oh!”
Eventually, Camie released her breasts, interlaced her fingers with Momo's, and pinned her rival against the alley wall. She began rolling her breasts over Momo's—up, down, side to side—her unyielding nipple slowly bending Momo's equally rigid one.
“Hmmm… Just gonna stand there and watch my peaks destroy yours? Oh, I get it… You're loving this, aren't you, you brown-haired dyke?”
Camie taunted, but Momo only moaned and snarled, wrenching her hands free and breaking the hold.
“No, no, no! You're not escaping!” Camie planted her hands on the wall around Momo and slammed their chests together again and again.
*PLOC! PLOC! PLOC!*
Momo grunted and winced, resisting the brutal impacts, while Camie laughed at her rival's pain—until suddenly Momo dropped to the ground.
“Huh!? Giving up already!?” Camie blinked in confusion, only to look down and see a furious Momo yanking her down, rolling on top, and pinning her to the filthy alley floor.
“Ah… ah… Now it's my turn, blondie slut!” Momo rose slightly and dropped her full weight, letting her breasts crash like bombs onto Camie's. Gravity amplified the painful impacts far beyond before.
“Yeah… ughhh! Take that! And this! My tits are going to crush yours until there's no doubt which are superior!”
Momo savored her dominance while Camie howled in pain, struggling to escape—but Momo's arms kept her trapped.
“Ughhh… If I can't break free… ah! Then… I'll give everything I've got!!!” In desperation, Camie timed the next drop, wrapped her arms around Momo with crushing force, and rolled them over.
“Ah! No! I won't let you!” Momo, though caught off guard, hugged back just as tightly, counter-rolling every time Camie gained the top position.
In that narrow alley, the two curvaceous young heroines rolled across the ground, locked in a fierce embrace, giving no quarter.
'This way, no one wins… I need… to stand!' Momo thought, lifting her hips to halt the roll and using Camie as leverage to rise without breaking the hug. 'This bitch… she's trying to stand too! If she gets up first, I'll lose the advantage!'
Camie read her instantly and mirrored the move. Slowly, the two buxom heroines pushed their mashed breasts together until they were both standing again.
“Ah… ah… ah… I'm almost out of strength… and I still have to take this criminal to the police…” Momo panted.
“Ah… Me too! Ah… But **I'm** the one taking him in! Ah…”
“Ah… We'll see about that! One final squeeze to settle this! Ughhhhh!”
“Ah… Thought you'd never ask! Ughhh!”
Momo wrapped her arms around Camie's neck; Camie locked hers around Momo's back. They crushed each other in a mutual bear hug with no escape, no air. Their breasts flattened brutally, deforming and spilling sideways for space. Nipples clashed like steel spears, trying to snap each other. Tears filled their eyes and streamed down their flushed, adorable faces.
“Momo…”
“Camie…”
“I'm the best…”
“No! I am…”
Gradually their faces turned red, then purple. Eyes rolled back. Arms slackened. Bodies slumped together, sliding slowly to the ground.
The next morning, police officers—who had spent the entire night searching for the missing villain—finally found him as sunlight flooded the once-dark alley and woke him.
Lying beside him were two of the most popular heroines of the current era, unconscious, their tops still pulled down around their waists, breasts fully exposed.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here!? First attempted robbery, and now sexual assault!? You're going away for a long time, buddy!” one officer declared.
“Huh? What? But I didn't do anything! I swear!” the villain protested, tears streaming down his face.
**End.**
This was the reality for Camie Utsushimi, who, after graduating from Shiketsu High, had become a professional hero. More than that, she had skyrocketed to fame as one of the most popular heroines, thanks to her stunning beauty. Over the years, her body had matured subtly yet dramatically: her hips had widened, her thighs thickened into powerful curves, her breasts had grown fuller and heavier, while her waist remained strikingly slim. Her cute, glossy-lipped face only added to her allure. Much like Mt. Lady's early career, Camie had become the talk of the town, vying for the spotlight with Nejire Hado, who had debuted as a pro hero a year earlier.
On this ordinary night in Musutafu, Camie was on patrol during her second year as a pro. Though she took her heroic duties seriously, she couldn't ignore the constant stream of fans stopping her for autographs, photos, selfies, and even hugs. She knew that charm and fan service were key to staying popular and climbing the rankings past Hado. Yes, Camie was determined to become the most beloved heroine in history—not through raw combat feats (her Quirk wasn't ideal for direct fights), but through her breathtaking looks and irresistible charisma.
While posing for yet another group of admirers, a desperate cry pierced the air.
“Aaaah! He stole my purse! Stop him! Thief!”
A metamorph-type villain with an impressively muscular, bull-like physique had snatched an elderly woman's bag and bolted into a dark alley. Camie didn't hesitate. She sprinted after him, already exhaling her Glamour Quirk to flood the area with illusions. The thief suddenly found himself convinced the alley was a dead end—even the way he had come appeared sealed off.
“Huh!? What!? How is this possible!? I came through here and now it's blocked too! This can't be right… something's wrong…” The bull-like villain panicked, charging desperately around the confined space until he finally collapsed, unconscious.
“Hand over that purse! And don't you ever rob little old ladies again!” The voice belonged to none other than Momo Yaoyorozu, the recent U.A. graduate who had just debuted as a pro hero. She was already stealing headlines from other popular heroines with her elegance, intelligence, and jaw-dropping beauty.
Like Camie, Momo had blossomed over the years. Her hips had flared wider, her thighs grown stronger and fuller, her breasts become even more generous—yet her waist stayed cinched and her delicate features remained refined and aristocratic.
When Camie arrived at the scene, she found Momo already creating a pair of sturdy handcuffs from her Quirk and securing the villain. Beside him lay a massive iron hammer—clearly the tool she'd used to knock him out cold.
After snapping the cuffs on, Momo finally noticed her rival.
“Oh! Camie!? What a coincidence running into you here! I did think this place felt unnatural… You were using your illusions to trap him in this alley, weren't you? Nailed it! Hehe. Well, now that I've got him restrained, you can drop the illusion so I can get out and haul him to the police. By the way, thanks for the assist—we make quite the team. Maybe you should consider becoming my sidekick!”
Her tone sounded sweet and friendly, but away from the cameras, Momo couldn't hide the wicked smirk spreading across her face. She knew Camie was her biggest rival in the popularity rankings and saw this as the perfect chance to pull ahead and claim the spotlight. She also loved needling Camie about her Quirk's limitations in direct combat.
Camie fell for it instantly. Her cheeks flushed bright red.
“Grrr!!! Just leave him there—I'll take him in myself! You only landed the finishing blow because I confused him with my illusions first! Everyone knows you couldn't handle a brute like this on your own without someone to distract him while you make your weapons!”
“And let you steal all the credit for the capture? No way! I did all the real work. You just played distraction—like any sidekick would!”
Camie stepped forward to grab the villain, but Momo blocked her path. The two heroines stood face-to-face, fists clenched, teeth bared, growling like dogs ready to lunge.
“Who do you think you are, rookie!? You just became a hero yesterday and already think you can call the shots? This isn't U.A. where you were the hot stuff just because your boobs were a little bigger than your classmates' and you strutted around in that shameless costume with your legs out and that plunging neckline! Out here, you're nobody!”
Camie leaned in, deliberately pressing her breasts against Momo's in an aggressive show of dominance.
“Ha! Make me laugh! You're just dying of jealousy because at Shiketsu you were the school bombshell only because you squeezed into that fetishistic, skin-tight lycra outfit like some street worker flaunting those slightly bigger tits than your classmates. But in the real hero world, you're just another pretty face with nothing special to offer. Everyone knows the bigger the breasts, the higher the popularity. And between us… that's **me**!”
With that final jab, Momo shoved back just as hard, mashing her equally massive chest against Camie's.
For the next several minutes, the two rival heroines did nothing but push and grind their breasts together, trying to prove whose were bigger and stronger. They moaned and growled at each other, hands kept firmly at their sides, locked in a physical stalemate despite both claiming victory.
“You only think yours are bigger because I bet you stuffed padding in that super-low-cut costume of yours!” Camie taunted.
“Me!? You're the one whose outfit is way more perfect for hiding padding!”
“Oh yeah!? Maybe this will shut you up!”
Camie stepped back, yanked down the zipper of her costume all the way to her waist, and pulled the top apart, letting it fall around her hips. Her enormous, perfectly rounded breasts spilled free—rosy pink nipples erect, wide areolas on full display. Momo's confident expression twisted in shock as Camie smirked, feeling unstoppable.
“Tsk! That changes nothing. Without my uniform on, you'll see even clearer that **mine** are bigger!”
Momo retaliated, gripping the front of her own costume and pulling it apart, letting it drop to her waist. Her own massive, gravity-defying breasts bounced into view—equally rosy nipples standing proud, areolas just as broad. Camie's smug look faltered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty.
“Tsk! You might be bigger than I thought, but I still don't see anything bigger than mine!” Camie snapped.
“And I say the same to you!” Momo growled, frustrated that no obvious difference was apparent—if one even existed.
“But I'm certain mine are heavier—and that makes me the winner!”
In a bold move, Camie reached out and grabbed Momo's left breast while cupping her own for comparison. Momo's breast was far too large to fully encompass with Camie's smaller hand, but her palm easily covered the nipple and areola.
“Ughhh! You pervert—don't just grab without warning!” Momo protested in a softer, more flustered tone, then mirrored the action, squeezing Camie's breast and comparing weights. Just like before, Camie's chest overflowed her grasp, but her palm hid the sensitive center.
For long minutes in that dark alley—hidden from the world by Camie's lingering illusions—the two simply fondled and weighed each other's breasts, searching for any edge. All they found were involuntary moans escaping their lips as nipples hardened painfully against palms, growing so stiff it actually hurt. Eventually, they had to pull back.
“Aaah… aaah… ah… You filthy dyke! Your nipple was so hard it practically stabbed my hand! Bet that's all you wanted, huh, Momo? A gorgeous woman like me groping those saggy, lightweight tits of yours!”
“Look who's talking, you closet lesbian! Your nipple was throbbing so excitedly it felt like it was trying to drill through my hand—thrilled to finally be touched by someone as stunning as me on those featherweight boobs!”
They stared at each other's painfully erect nipples in shock, then glanced down at their own and realized they'd never been this aroused before. A wicked, synchronized idea flashed through both minds, and matching evil smiles spread across their flushed faces.
“Well… we still don't know whose are bigger or heavier, but we definitely know whose nipples are harder,” Momo purred, squeezing her own breasts and pinching her nipple between her fingers.
“Oh yeah… definitely… Mine are hard as iron!” Camie shot back, doing the same.
“Hmmm… Really? Mine are hard as steel!”
“Is that so? Then come here and prove it!”
They licked their lips and stepped closer, lifting their heavy breasts from underneath and perfectly aligning their stiff nipples.
“Higher… to the left. Stop dodging, Momo!”
“You're the one scared to clash with me, Camie!”
**“Aaah!”**
The instant their nipples met, a sweet, electric moan escaped both throats, goosebumps racing across their skin. They kept pressing, grinding nipple-to-nipple, refusing to yield.
“Ah! Ah! Come on, Camie! Push harder!”
“Hmmm! These pathetic little nubs of yours are so weak, Momo! Oh!”
Eventually, Camie released her breasts, interlaced her fingers with Momo's, and pinned her rival against the alley wall. She began rolling her breasts over Momo's—up, down, side to side—her unyielding nipple slowly bending Momo's equally rigid one.
“Hmmm… Just gonna stand there and watch my peaks destroy yours? Oh, I get it… You're loving this, aren't you, you brown-haired dyke?”
Camie taunted, but Momo only moaned and snarled, wrenching her hands free and breaking the hold.
“No, no, no! You're not escaping!” Camie planted her hands on the wall around Momo and slammed their chests together again and again.
*PLOC! PLOC! PLOC!*
Momo grunted and winced, resisting the brutal impacts, while Camie laughed at her rival's pain—until suddenly Momo dropped to the ground.
“Huh!? Giving up already!?” Camie blinked in confusion, only to look down and see a furious Momo yanking her down, rolling on top, and pinning her to the filthy alley floor.
“Ah… ah… Now it's my turn, blondie slut!” Momo rose slightly and dropped her full weight, letting her breasts crash like bombs onto Camie's. Gravity amplified the painful impacts far beyond before.
“Yeah… ughhh! Take that! And this! My tits are going to crush yours until there's no doubt which are superior!”
Momo savored her dominance while Camie howled in pain, struggling to escape—but Momo's arms kept her trapped.
“Ughhh… If I can't break free… ah! Then… I'll give everything I've got!!!” In desperation, Camie timed the next drop, wrapped her arms around Momo with crushing force, and rolled them over.
“Ah! No! I won't let you!” Momo, though caught off guard, hugged back just as tightly, counter-rolling every time Camie gained the top position.
In that narrow alley, the two curvaceous young heroines rolled across the ground, locked in a fierce embrace, giving no quarter.
'This way, no one wins… I need… to stand!' Momo thought, lifting her hips to halt the roll and using Camie as leverage to rise without breaking the hug. 'This bitch… she's trying to stand too! If she gets up first, I'll lose the advantage!'
Camie read her instantly and mirrored the move. Slowly, the two buxom heroines pushed their mashed breasts together until they were both standing again.
“Ah… ah… ah… I'm almost out of strength… and I still have to take this criminal to the police…” Momo panted.
“Ah… Me too! Ah… But **I'm** the one taking him in! Ah…”
“Ah… We'll see about that! One final squeeze to settle this! Ughhhhh!”
“Ah… Thought you'd never ask! Ughhh!”
Momo wrapped her arms around Camie's neck; Camie locked hers around Momo's back. They crushed each other in a mutual bear hug with no escape, no air. Their breasts flattened brutally, deforming and spilling sideways for space. Nipples clashed like steel spears, trying to snap each other. Tears filled their eyes and streamed down their flushed, adorable faces.
“Momo…”
“Camie…”
“I'm the best…”
“No! I am…”
Gradually their faces turned red, then purple. Eyes rolled back. Arms slackened. Bodies slumped together, sliding slowly to the ground.
The next morning, police officers—who had spent the entire night searching for the missing villain—finally found him as sunlight flooded the once-dark alley and woke him.
Lying beside him were two of the most popular heroines of the current era, unconscious, their tops still pulled down around their waists, breasts fully exposed.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here!? First attempted robbery, and now sexual assault!? You're going away for a long time, buddy!” one officer declared.
“Huh? What? But I didn't do anything! I swear!” the villain protested, tears streaming down his face.
**End.**
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: This Fight Features Mean Marian Vs The Princess
« Last post by Asianinvasion on Today at 01:10:16 AM »Thank you Mr. Tony.
Palaam
Nora and Marian
Palaam
Nora and Marian
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Suggestions / Re: Ignore/Block
« Last post by ChocolateGranmaClarice on Today at 01:06:12 AM »Yes, I am aware of that. Thank you for your input. ClariceI have noticed that the Ignore/Block tool is limited to only blocking a user from sending personal messages. I would like to suggest that the tool be updated to include preventing them from leaving Comments and Buddy requests also. Thank you.
Though we can't prevent people from leaving comments on our profile, as far as I know. We can definitely delete those comments. I have deleted comments left on my profile. I wonder if it has something to do with the settings.
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Suggestions / Re: Ignore/Block
« Last post by ChocolateGranmaClarice on Today at 01:04:32 AM »Also: people, don’t be assholes.Lol. One can only hope! Clarice.
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Suggestions / Re: Ignore/Block
« Last post by ChocolateGranmaClarice on Today at 12:55:52 AM »The reason why the block function only works for messages and not on the profiles is because we are using a modification to make the profiles work. Without it there would be no profiles. And it is very old and has never been updated. So there is no way for us find a work around so that you can block messages on profiles. That being said if people are being harassed on their profiles leave the offending messages up on your profile and let us know about it so that we can see it. We will take it down once we have seen the message and act accordingly.Thank you for taking the time to explain very clearly why what I opened this topic with can not be done at this point in time. One hopes that perhaps one day, that will change. Clarice.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Mudvixen and Sassywrestler agreed to a leather bikini breast smother battle!
« Last post by blakkjac on Today at 12:40:11 AM »Congrats to Mudvixen! She can adapt to any type of match, mud, oil, catfight etc. Sassy is one of the best senior women on FCF. She made a strong statement by overwhelming Sassy . Seeing Sassy surrender to Mudvixen's fabulous breaats was priceless!!!!
BRAVO !!!
BRAVO !!!
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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: My Boob Goddess: With Friends Like these
« Last post by Rock on Today at 12:20:23 AM » The next story is almost complete and it was crazy.
