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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Can we just get along for our husband's sake?
« Last post by caryn1 on Today at 03:49:07 PM »That would be great to see. If my boyfriend would be with me we might get a ticket on the way home
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Catfighting / Re: The First Time, a story by DCDave
« Last post by Mike_Lynn on Today at 03:39:18 PM »Just FABULOUS sexy contest. Hope to hear more of Dina’s adventures. M&L
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Blonde kissfight
« Last post by Jen_assfighter on Today at 03:38:22 PM »
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Can we just get along for our husband's sake?
« Last post by Charlene on Today at 03:04:27 PM »Two young wives are introduced to each other for the first time, and it doesn't go well right from the start, The husband's don't notice, of course, but when they leave their wives alone for a cigar break, the talk between the wives becomes more pointed and catty. The blonde suggests finding a private little place to discuss this further, and the brunette agrees. They end up in a ladies lounge stall, hands in hair and bumping body to body against the stall walls. After a minute or so, they decide that further discussion is needed, and as they fix their hair and makeup, they decide to meet, just the two of them, and have it out.
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3D Animation / Re: Catfight in the Wild: Sundress Slugfest!
« Last post by TashiaGerard on Today at 02:32:51 PM »I’ve had the same feeling comparing different styles, especially when switching between Western comics and anime hentai. The tone shift and pacing can be really obvious. Some of the story arcs there go way beyond just the visuals—it’s more emotionally charged or over-the-top depending on the scene. I think that contrast makes it stand out but also feels a bit jarring if you're not in that mindset already.
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Live Action Clips / Re: Michelle v Elizabeth crystal lingerie fight extended slow motion edit
« Last post by Markleilani on Today at 02:29:13 PM »All good stand down homeysMichelle was the ex-wife. Elizabeth the new girlfriend.
someone found it so VMT for that
for anyone curious about this contest
message me
as for me it is what a real wife v mistress would look like dark and nasty in lingerie for effect
Trouble is when I watch I can't decide which minx is wife and which mistress?
Michelle confident and mean or nervous Liz looking magificent in her battledress
That's what I suspected, too.
Or does your information come from a reliable source?
From the producers of the video. They said so on their forum online. Somebody asked the producers what they were fighting over.
They said it was a grudge fight. Michelle was the ex-wife. Elizabeth the ex-husband’s GF. They gave no other details. Makes sense. Michelle fought several times for CF, never with this ferocity. This was maybe 2001, back when CF had an online forum where you could ask questions.
Similar to Kelly vs. Deb. That was also ex-wife against new wife. A brutal fight, and the husband was even present.
Is this Dangerous Deb, Crystal’s manager / owner / boss?
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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Set-up/lead-in to a mature vs. young titfight & sexfight...
« Last post by Augur on Today at 01:04:06 PM »Here's the latest little intro-piece - and surprise surprise, it's very much in the same vein as the previous one... I promise I write other stuff, too! 
(The poll for this can be found in the 'fictional catfight polls' section)
***
One high school is simply too small for two hot alpha females
In the weeks leading up to their confrontation, the already strained relationship between Nora and Mrs. Anderson had been slowly stretching towards the breaking point. And the main cause for that was... wait for it... boys. Both females happened to possess a very high sex-drive, and maintained a sizeable pool of more or less regular bed partners to pick and choose from. One reason was simple desire for variety, but the women also tended to 'wear out' their guys pretty quickly, necessitating frequent switches from their most recent, newly-spent, sated and physically completely drained young male to a fresh one. Sometimes even several times per night.
You see, both Mrs. Anderson, the high school's buxom, legendarily sultry man-eater of an English teacher, and Nora, a strikingly pretty and slim-yet-curvaceous 18-year-old senior, were absolute beasts in the sack. While their figures were plenty attractive enough to lure in and seduce just about any man they set their eyes on, it was their skill, natural ability and sheer sexual prowess that really sealed the deal. Even the most virile of studs struggled to keep up with them in bed, and those lucky few that were actually able to match the two wildcats for a time, inevitably found themselves getting overwhelmed by their unending sexual stamina in the longer run. In short, Nora and Mrs. Anderson didn't just fuck guys. They took them apart.
Though each woman had the occasional romp with older men (or in Mrs. Anderson's case, men her own age), sometimes running into an unusually talented and attentive specimen who could dish out enough pleasure to justify coming back for seconds, they'd both acquired a clear preference for young guys. Yes, they tended to be clumsy and inexperienced, and nearly always shot their loads early. But they were also very, very horny, with plenty of long-term endurance (that is to say, good 'regeneration' if not 'staying' power) which greatly prolonged their usefulness. Lean, fit musculature and boyishly cute handsomeness didn't exactly hurt, either.
But what about girls, you might ask? Oh, they bedded quite a few of those, too. Most got outfucked just as badly as the men did, but a few worthy challengers proved tougher nuts to crack, and merited closer attention. The problem was, though, that both Nora and Mrs. Anderson instinctively seemed to view other women more as rivals than lovers - something deep inside them seeking to conquer and sexually dominate their female partners, rather than just drive them to a blissful nirvana (which they also did, it should be noted). It was almost as if some primal need to 'break', physically as well as mentally, the other woman suddenly took over them, drowning out the usual arousal and craving for simple sexual release. As a consequence, those encounters were of a very different nature, and while certainly rewarding in their own right, couldn't really satisfy their regular hunger. Briefly put, you could say that muff-munching was for work, cock-crunching for pleasure.
On that latter note, the high school Nora went to was fairly big, with a large student population, and provided a decent selection of tasty boys to choose from. Loads of big, hunky jocks, tall and dark bad-boys, as well as some dreamy-eyed artsy types. But only a handful of those teens had the much-desired 'full combo' of being good-looking, talented in bed, and equipped with good mental control and stamina. Those few gems who were able to pace themselves even in the heat of the action, and reliably offer an entire night of carnal delights rather than just a quick, fun 'roll in the hay', were worth their weight in gold. And Nora, to her immense irritation, had found that she wasn't the only woman competing for their attention.
Mrs. Anderson was over two decades older than the lithe and curvy redhead, and possessed a body that looked much fatter and flabbier than Nora's did. But somehow, the old broad had managed to wrap a number of those high-quality stallions around her little finger (or, perhaps more accurately, wrap her vintage cxnt around their young, throbbing dicks). On one particularly humiliating occasion, the 18-year-old hottie had been getting ready to go out with this big and brawny linebacker she'd had a tiny crush on, only for her date to have to cancel at the last minute. Apparently, some freak family emergency had come up. Yet later that night, as the redhead had been returning home with a different stud in tow, she'd spotted a familiar car parked in an alleyway, with its windows all fogged up, rocking from side to side in a steady rhythm. Peering in through a palm print, she'd seen that chunky old hag on top of the linebacker, mounting the boy's girthy member like some over-aged (and over-fed) cowgirl while those massive saggy udders bounced all over the blonde's chest as she rode the hunky teenager to a roaring orgasm. Even through the little peeping hole, his blissfully dazed and rather shell-shocked expression had been clearly evident.
Incensed by the teacher's audacity, Nora had repaid the insult by draining Mrs. Anderson's then-favorite fuck buddy's dick completely - right before she knew he was supposed to head out to meet the voluptuous blonde woman. She'd taken great enjoyment in driving the tall and broad-shouldered champion swimmer into three consecutive releases, squeezing the groaning boy wonder's still-sprouting cock with her powerful vaginal muscles and milking every last drop of jizz out of him into her depths. Nora had left that teen stallion a breathless, shivering wreck, the muscular high school senior gasping for breath while he stared at her departing ass in a post-orgasmic awe and amazement. Oh, she'd gotten him good. Both of them.
That had been almost two weeks ago. Since then, the blonde English teacher had gone out of her way to remind everyone just how well-deserved her reputation as a boy-tamer really was (it was exceedingly well-deserved, in case you wondered). And the redheaded teenager, naturally, had returned the favor, providing a very compelling demonstration of her immense sexual power and mind-blowing attractiveness. As far as the guys in the senior year were considered, both females were absolutely smokin' hot. There was only one conclusive way to settle the matter. Both Nora and Mrs. Anderson knew fully well that their contest could only be decided in person, in a one-on-one match for feminine supremacy...
Only one of them could be the hottest. The greatest. The best fuck, and the most powerful woman. The alpha.
(The poll for this can be found in the 'fictional catfight polls' section)
***
One high school is simply too small for two hot alpha females
In the weeks leading up to their confrontation, the already strained relationship between Nora and Mrs. Anderson had been slowly stretching towards the breaking point. And the main cause for that was... wait for it... boys. Both females happened to possess a very high sex-drive, and maintained a sizeable pool of more or less regular bed partners to pick and choose from. One reason was simple desire for variety, but the women also tended to 'wear out' their guys pretty quickly, necessitating frequent switches from their most recent, newly-spent, sated and physically completely drained young male to a fresh one. Sometimes even several times per night.
You see, both Mrs. Anderson, the high school's buxom, legendarily sultry man-eater of an English teacher, and Nora, a strikingly pretty and slim-yet-curvaceous 18-year-old senior, were absolute beasts in the sack. While their figures were plenty attractive enough to lure in and seduce just about any man they set their eyes on, it was their skill, natural ability and sheer sexual prowess that really sealed the deal. Even the most virile of studs struggled to keep up with them in bed, and those lucky few that were actually able to match the two wildcats for a time, inevitably found themselves getting overwhelmed by their unending sexual stamina in the longer run. In short, Nora and Mrs. Anderson didn't just fuck guys. They took them apart.
Though each woman had the occasional romp with older men (or in Mrs. Anderson's case, men her own age), sometimes running into an unusually talented and attentive specimen who could dish out enough pleasure to justify coming back for seconds, they'd both acquired a clear preference for young guys. Yes, they tended to be clumsy and inexperienced, and nearly always shot their loads early. But they were also very, very horny, with plenty of long-term endurance (that is to say, good 'regeneration' if not 'staying' power) which greatly prolonged their usefulness. Lean, fit musculature and boyishly cute handsomeness didn't exactly hurt, either.
But what about girls, you might ask? Oh, they bedded quite a few of those, too. Most got outfucked just as badly as the men did, but a few worthy challengers proved tougher nuts to crack, and merited closer attention. The problem was, though, that both Nora and Mrs. Anderson instinctively seemed to view other women more as rivals than lovers - something deep inside them seeking to conquer and sexually dominate their female partners, rather than just drive them to a blissful nirvana (which they also did, it should be noted). It was almost as if some primal need to 'break', physically as well as mentally, the other woman suddenly took over them, drowning out the usual arousal and craving for simple sexual release. As a consequence, those encounters were of a very different nature, and while certainly rewarding in their own right, couldn't really satisfy their regular hunger. Briefly put, you could say that muff-munching was for work, cock-crunching for pleasure.
On that latter note, the high school Nora went to was fairly big, with a large student population, and provided a decent selection of tasty boys to choose from. Loads of big, hunky jocks, tall and dark bad-boys, as well as some dreamy-eyed artsy types. But only a handful of those teens had the much-desired 'full combo' of being good-looking, talented in bed, and equipped with good mental control and stamina. Those few gems who were able to pace themselves even in the heat of the action, and reliably offer an entire night of carnal delights rather than just a quick, fun 'roll in the hay', were worth their weight in gold. And Nora, to her immense irritation, had found that she wasn't the only woman competing for their attention.
Mrs. Anderson was over two decades older than the lithe and curvy redhead, and possessed a body that looked much fatter and flabbier than Nora's did. But somehow, the old broad had managed to wrap a number of those high-quality stallions around her little finger (or, perhaps more accurately, wrap her vintage cxnt around their young, throbbing dicks). On one particularly humiliating occasion, the 18-year-old hottie had been getting ready to go out with this big and brawny linebacker she'd had a tiny crush on, only for her date to have to cancel at the last minute. Apparently, some freak family emergency had come up. Yet later that night, as the redhead had been returning home with a different stud in tow, she'd spotted a familiar car parked in an alleyway, with its windows all fogged up, rocking from side to side in a steady rhythm. Peering in through a palm print, she'd seen that chunky old hag on top of the linebacker, mounting the boy's girthy member like some over-aged (and over-fed) cowgirl while those massive saggy udders bounced all over the blonde's chest as she rode the hunky teenager to a roaring orgasm. Even through the little peeping hole, his blissfully dazed and rather shell-shocked expression had been clearly evident.
Incensed by the teacher's audacity, Nora had repaid the insult by draining Mrs. Anderson's then-favorite fuck buddy's dick completely - right before she knew he was supposed to head out to meet the voluptuous blonde woman. She'd taken great enjoyment in driving the tall and broad-shouldered champion swimmer into three consecutive releases, squeezing the groaning boy wonder's still-sprouting cock with her powerful vaginal muscles and milking every last drop of jizz out of him into her depths. Nora had left that teen stallion a breathless, shivering wreck, the muscular high school senior gasping for breath while he stared at her departing ass in a post-orgasmic awe and amazement. Oh, she'd gotten him good. Both of them.
That had been almost two weeks ago. Since then, the blonde English teacher had gone out of her way to remind everyone just how well-deserved her reputation as a boy-tamer really was (it was exceedingly well-deserved, in case you wondered). And the redheaded teenager, naturally, had returned the favor, providing a very compelling demonstration of her immense sexual power and mind-blowing attractiveness. As far as the guys in the senior year were considered, both females were absolutely smokin' hot. There was only one conclusive way to settle the matter. Both Nora and Mrs. Anderson knew fully well that their contest could only be decided in person, in a one-on-one match for feminine supremacy...
Only one of them could be the hottest. The greatest. The best fuck, and the most powerful woman. The alpha.
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Mature Teacher vs. Teen Hottie (Titfight, Sexfight, Hotness Contest)
« Last post by Augur on Today at 12:42:58 PM »Nice to see that both have some support!
Here's a short little intro-snippet, plus one additional reference pic:
***
In the weeks leading up to their confrontation, the already strained relationship between Nora and Mrs. Anderson had been slowly stretching towards the breaking point. And the main cause for that was... wait for it... boys. Both females happened to possess a very high sex-drive, and maintained a sizeable pool of more or less regular bed partners to pick and choose from. One reason was simple desire for variety, but the women also tended to 'wear out' their guys pretty quickly, necessitating frequent switches from their most recent, newly-spent, sated and physically completely drained young male to a fresh one. Sometimes even several times per night.
You see, both Mrs. Anderson, the high school's buxom, legendarily sultry man-eater of an English teacher, and Nora, a strikingly pretty and slim-yet-curvaceous 18-year-old senior, were absolute beasts in the sack. While their figures were plenty attractive enough to lure in and seduce just about any man they set their eyes on, it was their skill, natural ability and sheer sexual prowess that really sealed the deal. Even the most virile of studs struggled to keep up with them in bed, and those lucky few that were actually able to match the two wildcats for a time, inevitably found themselves getting overwhelmed by their unending sexual stamina in the longer run. In short, Nora and Mrs. Anderson didn't just fuck guys. They took them apart.
Though each woman had the occasional romp with older men (or in Mrs. Anderson's case, men her own age), sometimes running into an unusually talented and attentive specimen who could dish out enough pleasure to justify coming back for seconds, they'd both acquired a clear preference for young guys. Yes, they tended to be clumsy and inexperienced, and nearly always shot their loads early. But they were also very, very horny, with plenty of long-term endurance (that is to say, good 'regeneration' if not 'staying' power) which greatly prolonged their usefulness. Lean, fit musculature and boyishly cute handsomeness didn't exactly hurt, either.
But what about girls, you might ask? Oh, they bedded quite a few of those, too. Most got outfucked just as badly as the men did, but a few worthy challengers proved tougher nuts to crack, and merited closer attention. The problem was, though, that both Nora and Mrs. Anderson instinctively seemed to view other women more as rivals than lovers - something deep inside them seeking to conquer and sexually dominate their female partners, rather than just drive them to a blissful nirvana (which they also did, it should be noted). It was almost as if some primal need to 'break', physically as well as mentally, the other woman suddenly took over them, drowning out the usual arousal and craving for simple sexual release. As a consequence, those encounters were of a very different nature, and while certainly rewarding in their own right, couldn't really satisfy their regular hunger. Briefly put, you could say that muff-munching was for work, cock-crunching for pleasure.
On that latter note, the high school Nora went to was fairly big, with a large student population, and provided a decent selection of tasty boys to choose from. Loads of big, hunky jocks, tall and dark bad-boys, as well as some dreamy-eyed artsy types. But only a handful of those teens had the much-desired 'full combo' of being good-looking, talented in bed, and equipped with good mental control and stamina. Those few gems who were able to pace themselves even in the heat of the action, and reliably offer an entire night of carnal delights rather than just a quick, fun 'roll in the hay', were worth their weight in gold. And Nora, to her immense irritation, had found that she wasn't the only woman competing for their attention.
Mrs. Anderson was over two decades older than the lithe and curvy redhead, and possessed a body that looked much fatter and flabbier than Nora's did. But somehow, the old broad had managed to wrap a number of those high-quality stallions around her little finger (or, perhaps more accurately, wrap her vintage cxnt around their young, throbbing dicks). On one particularly humiliating occasion, the 18-year-old hottie had been getting ready to go out with this big and brawny linebacker she'd had a tiny crush on, only for her date to have to cancel at the last minute. Apparently, some freak family emergency had come up. Yet later that night, as the redhead had been returning home with a different stud in tow, she'd spotted a familiar car parked in an alleyway, with its windows all fogged up, rocking from side to side in a steady rhythm. Peering in through a palm print, she'd seen that chunky old hag on top of the linebacker, mounting the boy's girthy member like some over-aged (and over-fed) cowgirl while those massive saggy udders bounced all over the blonde's chest as she rode the hunky teenager to a roaring orgasm. Even through the little peeping hole, his blissfully dazed and rather shell-shocked expression had been clearly evident.
Incensed by the teacher's audacity, Nora had repaid the insult by draining Mrs. Anderson's then-favorite fuck buddy's dick completely - right before she knew he was supposed to head out to meet the voluptuous blonde woman. She'd taken great enjoyment in driving the tall and broad-shouldered champion swimmer into three consecutive releases, squeezing the groaning boy wonder's still-sprouting cock with her powerful vaginal muscles and milking every last drop of jizz out of him into her depths. Nora had left that teen stallion a breathless, shivering wreck, the muscular high school senior gasping for breath while he stared at her departing ass in a post-orgasmic awe and amazement. Oh, she'd gotten him good. Both of them.
That had been almost two weeks ago. Since then, the blonde English teacher had gone out of her way to remind everyone just how well-deserved her reputation as a boy-tamer really was (it was exceedingly well-deserved, in case you wondered). And the redheaded teenager, naturally, had returned the favor, providing a very compelling demonstration of her immense sexual power and mind-blowing attractiveness. As far as the guys in the senior year were considered, both females were absolutely smokin' hot. There was only one conclusive way to settle the matter. Both Nora and Mrs. Anderson knew fully well that their contest could only be decided in person, in a one-on-one match for feminine supremacy...
Only one of them could be the hottest. The greatest. The best fuck, and the most powerful woman. The alpha.
Here's a short little intro-snippet, plus one additional reference pic:
***
In the weeks leading up to their confrontation, the already strained relationship between Nora and Mrs. Anderson had been slowly stretching towards the breaking point. And the main cause for that was... wait for it... boys. Both females happened to possess a very high sex-drive, and maintained a sizeable pool of more or less regular bed partners to pick and choose from. One reason was simple desire for variety, but the women also tended to 'wear out' their guys pretty quickly, necessitating frequent switches from their most recent, newly-spent, sated and physically completely drained young male to a fresh one. Sometimes even several times per night.
You see, both Mrs. Anderson, the high school's buxom, legendarily sultry man-eater of an English teacher, and Nora, a strikingly pretty and slim-yet-curvaceous 18-year-old senior, were absolute beasts in the sack. While their figures were plenty attractive enough to lure in and seduce just about any man they set their eyes on, it was their skill, natural ability and sheer sexual prowess that really sealed the deal. Even the most virile of studs struggled to keep up with them in bed, and those lucky few that were actually able to match the two wildcats for a time, inevitably found themselves getting overwhelmed by their unending sexual stamina in the longer run. In short, Nora and Mrs. Anderson didn't just fuck guys. They took them apart.
Though each woman had the occasional romp with older men (or in Mrs. Anderson's case, men her own age), sometimes running into an unusually talented and attentive specimen who could dish out enough pleasure to justify coming back for seconds, they'd both acquired a clear preference for young guys. Yes, they tended to be clumsy and inexperienced, and nearly always shot their loads early. But they were also very, very horny, with plenty of long-term endurance (that is to say, good 'regeneration' if not 'staying' power) which greatly prolonged their usefulness. Lean, fit musculature and boyishly cute handsomeness didn't exactly hurt, either.
But what about girls, you might ask? Oh, they bedded quite a few of those, too. Most got outfucked just as badly as the men did, but a few worthy challengers proved tougher nuts to crack, and merited closer attention. The problem was, though, that both Nora and Mrs. Anderson instinctively seemed to view other women more as rivals than lovers - something deep inside them seeking to conquer and sexually dominate their female partners, rather than just drive them to a blissful nirvana (which they also did, it should be noted). It was almost as if some primal need to 'break', physically as well as mentally, the other woman suddenly took over them, drowning out the usual arousal and craving for simple sexual release. As a consequence, those encounters were of a very different nature, and while certainly rewarding in their own right, couldn't really satisfy their regular hunger. Briefly put, you could say that muff-munching was for work, cock-crunching for pleasure.
On that latter note, the high school Nora went to was fairly big, with a large student population, and provided a decent selection of tasty boys to choose from. Loads of big, hunky jocks, tall and dark bad-boys, as well as some dreamy-eyed artsy types. But only a handful of those teens had the much-desired 'full combo' of being good-looking, talented in bed, and equipped with good mental control and stamina. Those few gems who were able to pace themselves even in the heat of the action, and reliably offer an entire night of carnal delights rather than just a quick, fun 'roll in the hay', were worth their weight in gold. And Nora, to her immense irritation, had found that she wasn't the only woman competing for their attention.
Mrs. Anderson was over two decades older than the lithe and curvy redhead, and possessed a body that looked much fatter and flabbier than Nora's did. But somehow, the old broad had managed to wrap a number of those high-quality stallions around her little finger (or, perhaps more accurately, wrap her vintage cxnt around their young, throbbing dicks). On one particularly humiliating occasion, the 18-year-old hottie had been getting ready to go out with this big and brawny linebacker she'd had a tiny crush on, only for her date to have to cancel at the last minute. Apparently, some freak family emergency had come up. Yet later that night, as the redhead had been returning home with a different stud in tow, she'd spotted a familiar car parked in an alleyway, with its windows all fogged up, rocking from side to side in a steady rhythm. Peering in through a palm print, she'd seen that chunky old hag on top of the linebacker, mounting the boy's girthy member like some over-aged (and over-fed) cowgirl while those massive saggy udders bounced all over the blonde's chest as she rode the hunky teenager to a roaring orgasm. Even through the little peeping hole, his blissfully dazed and rather shell-shocked expression had been clearly evident.
Incensed by the teacher's audacity, Nora had repaid the insult by draining Mrs. Anderson's then-favorite fuck buddy's dick completely - right before she knew he was supposed to head out to meet the voluptuous blonde woman. She'd taken great enjoyment in driving the tall and broad-shouldered champion swimmer into three consecutive releases, squeezing the groaning boy wonder's still-sprouting cock with her powerful vaginal muscles and milking every last drop of jizz out of him into her depths. Nora had left that teen stallion a breathless, shivering wreck, the muscular high school senior gasping for breath while he stared at her departing ass in a post-orgasmic awe and amazement. Oh, she'd gotten him good. Both of them.
That had been almost two weeks ago. Since then, the blonde English teacher had gone out of her way to remind everyone just how well-deserved her reputation as a boy-tamer really was (it was exceedingly well-deserved, in case you wondered). And the redheaded teenager, naturally, had returned the favor, providing a very compelling demonstration of her immense sexual power and mind-blowing attractiveness. As far as the guys in the senior year were considered, both females were absolutely smokin' hot. There was only one conclusive way to settle the matter. Both Nora and Mrs. Anderson knew fully well that their contest could only be decided in person, in a one-on-one match for feminine supremacy...
Only one of them could be the hottest. The greatest. The best fuck, and the most powerful woman. The alpha.
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Producer Announcements / Dress Code Enforcement
« Last post by FEMMEFIGHT on Today at 10:29:24 AM »Dress Code Enforcement
The dormitory rules were clear, but Valentina Boux treated them like mere suggestions. She stood before the mirror, a portrait of brazen defiance. Her school skirt was hiked up, and her white shirt was unbuttoned so low that her midriff was bare and her tits were hanging out for all the world to see. To top off the infraction, she had ditched the regulation shoes for a pair of garish pink high heels. Zoe Page, the dormitory’s self-appointed guardian of order, stormed in and saw red. "You're going to get the whole house suspended with that slutty get-up!" she shrieked. Valentina just smirked, a provocation that pushed Zoe over the edge.
Zoe decided that if Valentina wouldn't wear the uniform properly, she wouldn't wear it at all. She launched herself at the brunette, tackling her onto the bed. The verbal altercation dissolved instantly into a vicious wrestling match. Hands grabbed at fabric, tearing at the plaid skirts until they were ripped from their waists and tossed aside. The fight rolled across the mattress, a blur of limbs and anger. Zoe, fueled by righteous fury, clawed at Valentina’s open shirt, stripping it completely off her shoulders.
But the chaos of battle consumes everyone. In her zeal to punish the rule-breaker, Zoe’s own uniform was torn open and shed. The room was soon littered with the remnants of their modesty. What started as a lecture ended with both girls panting on the bed, stripped down to their white underwear, the strict dress code forgotten in the heat of a raw, physical brawl. Zoe had proven her point: if you dress for trouble, you're going to find it.
https://femmefight.com/
The dormitory rules were clear, but Valentina Boux treated them like mere suggestions. She stood before the mirror, a portrait of brazen defiance. Her school skirt was hiked up, and her white shirt was unbuttoned so low that her midriff was bare and her tits were hanging out for all the world to see. To top off the infraction, she had ditched the regulation shoes for a pair of garish pink high heels. Zoe Page, the dormitory’s self-appointed guardian of order, stormed in and saw red. "You're going to get the whole house suspended with that slutty get-up!" she shrieked. Valentina just smirked, a provocation that pushed Zoe over the edge.
Zoe decided that if Valentina wouldn't wear the uniform properly, she wouldn't wear it at all. She launched herself at the brunette, tackling her onto the bed. The verbal altercation dissolved instantly into a vicious wrestling match. Hands grabbed at fabric, tearing at the plaid skirts until they were ripped from their waists and tossed aside. The fight rolled across the mattress, a blur of limbs and anger. Zoe, fueled by righteous fury, clawed at Valentina’s open shirt, stripping it completely off her shoulders.
But the chaos of battle consumes everyone. In her zeal to punish the rule-breaker, Zoe’s own uniform was torn open and shed. The room was soon littered with the remnants of their modesty. What started as a lecture ended with both girls panting on the bed, stripped down to their white underwear, the strict dress code forgotten in the heat of a raw, physical brawl. Zoe had proven her point: if you dress for trouble, you're going to find it.
https://femmefight.com/
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Live Action Clips / Re: Michelle v Elizabeth crystal lingerie fight extended slow motion edit
« Last post by DS79 on Today at 09:44:14 AM »All good stand down homeysMichelle was the ex-wife. Elizabeth the new girlfriend.
someone found it so VMT for that
for anyone curious about this contest
message me
as for me it is what a real wife v mistress would look like dark and nasty in lingerie for effect
Trouble is when I watch I can't decide which minx is wife and which mistress?
Michelle confident and mean or nervous Liz looking magificent in her battledress
That's what I suspected, too.
Or does your information come from a reliable source?
From the producers of the video. They said so on their forum online. Somebody asked the producers what they were fighting over.
They said it was a grudge fight. Michelle was the ex-wife. Elizabeth the ex-husband’s GF. They gave no other details. Makes sense. Michelle fought several times for CF, never with this ferocity. This was maybe 2001, back when CF had an online forum where you could ask questions.
Similar to Kelly vs. Deb. That was also ex-wife against new wife. A brutal fight, and the husband was even present.
