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My doorbell rings and I look out my window, theres a stretch limousine parked out front and a large man at my door, I open the door and Im greeted with "Jen sent us to escort you to the home she has set up!"

My smile just got bigger as I strut out my home and down the sidewalk, the door is opened and I slide my sexy ass along the leather seats, we speed off to the location that seems off the grid and come to a halt, my door is opened again and main large men are all eyes on me as I slide out, two men step alongside of me and gently take my arms and walk me to the large doors that lead into the home, if tongues could be hanging and cocks could be wagging, they would be, as I walk over and press my breasts against man on my left, and grind my pelvic along his large bulge before giving him a kiss on the lips, then I spin around stick my ass back into the man on the left before leaning in and kissing the man on the right, as I slide my hand up and down his bulging shaft as my ass grinds on the man on the lefts bulge!

Both men panting reach for the double doors and swing them open, I stand upright, thrust my shoulders back and smile "see you both soon!!" 

I disappear through the double doors as they shut behind me and lock!!  Yt
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Plumping for Chelsea on this one. She looks a bit stronger.
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If this is still going I'd love an invite too please. I've literally just joined trillian though so if anyone can give me some pointers that would be great
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Celebrity Fights- Polls / Ukraine vs Greece, SHB TOURNAMNET PLAY-OFF
« Last post by S.H.B. on Today at 06:00:07 PM »
3 DAYS TO VOTE

Louisa Khovanski (left side) vs Fay Voreadou (right side)




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STATS:
Louisa Khovanski (UKRAINE):
Measurements EU/US: 168cm 100I-64-90 / 5,5ft 40I-26-36
Profession: Curvy model, photographer, social influencer model, streamer
Beauty score obtained: 8.8/10 1st ranked in Ukraine 2025
FIGHTS:1 (WINS:1 LOSSES:0 DRAWS:0)
Fighting style:
SYSTEMA: Punches (closed fist and open hand), kicks, elbows, knees strikes, to weak points, joint locks, submissions, deflections, escapes from holds, at any distance and height, focusing on not codified instinctive movements that exploit the biomechanics of the body, with continuous adaptation, fluidity, and minimal effort.
Strength: Adaptation and biomechanical fluidity.
Weakness: Lack of codified techniques.

Fay Voreadou (GREECE):
Measurements EU/US: 168cm 90D-63-93 / 5,5ft 37D-25-37 APPROXIMATE
Profession: Real estate agent, social influencer model
Beauty score obtained: 9.3/10 3rd ranked un Greece 2025
FIGHTS:1 (WINS:0 LOSSES:1 DRAWS:0)
Fighting style:
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu: Joint locks, takedowns/projections, submissions, and escapes from holds, focusing on ground combat, flexibility, and stamina.
Strength: Maximized control for ground combat.
Weakness: Weak in standing combat and real-life situations.

The beauty scores are the averages taken from Listal, Freeones, and Hotnessrater
(the main databases of VIPs and webstars on web) UPDATED TODAY
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I'm looking for someone to create some custom stuff. Found one guy, but he was a little too pricey due to different currencies. Any help would be appreciated

Try using pollo ai. I’ve had great results with it
https://pollo.ai/home
will pollo ai do nudity?  Asking for a friend!
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   Jen has set up a a beautiful home with completely decorated and furnished and as the limo pulls up to the secluded location and the large security guards stand at the entrance of the home, the large wooden double french doors lead to the entrance of where I will be locked behind with that bitch Brianna and only one of us will come out, I am so looking forward to this, and my door is opened for me, all the men look at me with desire in their eyes and bulges in their pants as Im walked over and the large double doors swing open and the large beautiful foyer has marble floors several beautiful tables and decor, I wink at all the men and give the two that escorted me to the door a kiss on each of their cheeks, as my right hand and left hand slide up and down on the outside of each of their pants where their bulges are "GASPSSSSS!" from each of the men before I hive them another wink and say "keep these warm for me!!"......"Ill need them later!!"  Yt
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Broken Promise : It’s a rupture in the most private place you keep guarded, a vow that felt like skin-to-skin trust, now torn open. The betrayal burns hot and close, a mix of longing, fury, and the hollow ache of being seen and still abandoned. You feel exposed, almost naked inside, as if something sacred was touched and then discarded. It’s not just the promise that shattered, it’s the uninhibited act you both shared, and then agreed to keep sealed forever.



Back Story
The chlorine-scented air of the municipal pool had been the unlikely crucible where Nicole and Chelsea first forged their toxic connection. From the moment their eyes met across the turquoise water, an inexplicable animosity crackled between them—a visceral repulsion that defied explanation but demanded satisfaction. Their rivalry simmered through endless summer afternoons, each woman silently cataloging the other's perceived flaws until the tension became unbearable.

When they finally arranged their clandestine wrestling match in Chelsea's basement, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken promises and primal energy. The dimly lit space transformed into their private arena where reputations would be forged or shattered. Nicole's victory had been awarded, but not without controversy, her triumphant celebration afterward crossing an invisible line that Chelsea swore to never forget. Both women had sworn to each other, no matter the outcome, this was never to be spoken of to anyone.

Now, months later, the holiday season had draped itself across the city like expensive velvet, and fate had conspired to place them at the same glittering soiree. Chelsea had been navigating the social minefield with practiced grace until Nicole's voice cut through the ambient noise like a razor.

"...and I had her pinned in five minutes flat," Nicole was saying, her voice dripping with theatrical condescension. "She actually thought those scrawny arms could take me. The way she whimpered when I had that hold locked in..." The circle around her erupted in appreciative laughter.

Chelsea's champagne glass nearly slipped from her fingers as she processed the betrayal. Every muscle in her body coiled like a spring. She stopped and paused, her head slowly turned to confirm what her ears already knew. Pushing past a few people.

"You promised," Chelsea said, her voice dangerously low. The surrounding conversation died instantly as all eyes turned to them.

Nicole's smile faltered for just a second before she recovered, tossing her hair back with practiced insolence. "Oh, lighten up, Chels. It's just a funny story."

"You cheated," Chelsea spat, stepping closer. "You got lucky, and you know it."

"Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?" Nicole's eyes gleamed with malicious amusement. "Maybe I should demonstrate exactly how I 'cheated' right here for everyone."

The words hung in the air for a heartbeat before Chelsea's hand shot out, latching onto  Nicole's thick mane hard enough to make her stumble into a table laden with hors d'oeuvres. Nicole recovered with surprising agility, her expression shifting from shock to fury as she lunged forward, fingers twisting into Chelsea's perfectly styled hair.

The party erupted into chaos as the two women clawed at each other, expensive dresses tearing, jewelry flying, and perfectly manicured nails becoming weapons. Their bodies pressed together in a violent dance of hatred and history, each trying to dominate the other as they had in that basement months ago.

I moved quickly, positioning myself between them just as Nicole attempted to land a particularly vicious slap. My hands found their shoulders, pushing them apart with enough force to break their connection but not enough to send them sprawling.

"Not here", I said firmly, my voice cutting through the adrenaline fueled rage in their eyes. "Not like this." I continued in a hushed voice, "I have a proposal for you ladies. as I lower my hands, If you want to join me at the bar we can discuss it."

The air in the penthouse was a living thing, thick with the scent of money and expectation. A small, but very powerful and influential group of the city's most elite high rollers gather. Below, the city sprawled like a carpet of crushed diamonds, but up here, on the fortieth floor, the only world that mattered was the one I had meticulously constructed. It was a stage, and tonight, it would host a performance of the most primal kind.

My memory drifted back a month, to a garish holiday party drowning in tinsel and mediocrity. The festive cheer had been a thin veneer over the raw animosity crackling between two women: Chelsea, a coiled spring of resentment in crimson, and Nicole, a vision of predatory confidence in emerald silk. I had watched their détente shatter, the whispered promises of a private match forgotten in a public display of ego. Nicole's gloating, Chelsea's explosive fury, it was a mess. A beautiful, visceral, unrefined mess. As I'd physically stepped between them, their hands still tangled in each other's hair, I hadn't seen a catfight. I'd seen an uncut diamond, a source of raw, captivating energy that simply needed the right setting to become priceless.

Now, that setting was complete. The city's elite, the titans of industry, the discreet financiers, the arbiters of taste, milled about my living room. Each of them had paid a staggering sum for the privilege of this view, not of the skyline, but of the human drama about to unfold. They sipped hundred-year-old scotch and spoke in hushed, excited tones, their gazes flickering between the two women who held them captive.

Chelsea worked the room like a general rallying her troops before a final, desperate battle. Her scarlet gown was a slash of defiance against the muted elegance of the décor. She moved with a lean, predatory grace, her voice a low, urgent murmur as she leaned in to whisper to a shipping magnate, her hand resting possessively on the arm of a tech wunderkind. She wasn't just seeking support; she was stoking the fires of their investment, promising them a spectacle of righteous vengeance.

Across the expanse of polished marble, Nicole was the embodiment of effortless grace. Her emerald dress clung to her curves, a liquid second skin that shimmered with every confident step. Her laughter was the most compelling sound in the room, a melody of pure, unadulterated arrogance. She held court not with desperation, but with the serene assurance of a queen who knows her crown is secure. She would catch Chelsea's eye, offering a slow, deliberate smirk—a silent, devastating reminder of their last encounter.

I observed them from the mezzanine, the architect of their glorious downfall and potential redemption. They were perfect. Two sides of the same coin, forged in the same fire of mutual hatred, each believing herself to be the righteous one. They had poured their vanity, their pride, and their entire public personas into this night. They had spared nothing.

As the grandfather clock in the hall began to chime the hour, a hush fell over the room. I descended the grand staircase, my footfalls silent on the plush runner. Every eye turned to me. I let the silence build, a tangible pressure in the air, before I spoke.

Ladies and gentlemen, I began, my voice resonating with calm authority. Thank you for your faith in this entertainment. I gestured lazily with my crystal tumbler towards the two women, who now stood frozen, their posturing forgotten. You have heard the arguments. You have placed your bets. But all of that was merely the prelude. I smiled, a slow, sharp curve of my lips. The debt is now due. Let the main event begin. Nicole & Chelsea retreated to their rooms to ready themselves for their battle. I pause for effect as we listen intently to the sounds of their heels clicking on the marble floors like staccato snaps of a snare drum.  We hear the closing of 1 door, then the second. My voice cuts through the silence, The rules are simple, both dressed in bikinis, a NHB catfight to finish where 1 woman cries out her submission.  The winner will have a special surprise for us after she rips the submission by force from her foe's lungs.


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Oh shame. I'm 43.  ;D

I'm sure that is NOT a problem when we look at you Sully
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Catfight Art / Re: Divorce Disagreement
« Last post by Turkish on Today at 02:29:14 PM »
Just an idea for the girls :)
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