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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Annette Walters vs FieryHouseWife
« Last post by TheFieryHousewife on Today at 01:58:29 AM »A born catfighter, Annette engages me physically and psychologically. My cheek burning with the ferocity of her slap. My ears burning with the pettiness of her insults. I may have worked a pole to help pay for college, but the insinuation I was a streetwalker infuriates me. How fucking dare she?!
I'm on the cusp of losing complete control, just as her middle finger pops out and she flips me the bird. Before I can say a word, Annette's open palm crashes harshly against my cheek; the lash of her hand turning my head sideways. Instinctively, I return the serve. Lashing her cheek with a powerful slap of my own; sending her long, red hair flitting everywhere.
"You think you have the stronger pussy? Why? Because you satisfied Jack for a few months. Oh, please bitch...Try fifteen years. Jack's taken me in ways you're not even woman enough to try. I've been dominated by his big cock night after night, and I've always come back looking for seconds. My sweet, little pussy has milked Jack so thoroughly that I've had to sit through PTA meetings with my legs crossed to prevent his cum from oozing out after being fucked the night before.
I'll match my pussy against yours any day of the week..."
As I finish speaking, I tilt my chin upwards; daring her to strike me again. Annette obliges, forcefully slapping my other cheek. Neither of us move an inch. That odd sense of honour that binds catfighting women rooting us to the spot. Neither of us wanting to show weakness. We unleash a volley of slaps; the staccato beat of skin-on skin echoing throughout the room.
Every slap I deliver is answered by Annette. Her tits jiggle as I knock her sideways with a left-handed haymaker. I stumble backwards as her right-handed response sends me reeling. Our eyes well up, as each slap makes us more emotional. Every strike in our "girly" duel punctuated by the most vulgar insults we could fathom, our slapping contest devolving into a hateful attack on each other's femininity:
"Fat-assed skank!"
"Brown-nippled bitch!"
"Cock-hungry cxnt!"
"Nasty-ass cumslut!"
Enraged and overcome with emotion, I charge Annette, our tits colliding with a fleshy wallop. We instantly wrap each other in mutual bearhugs and squeeze fiercely; our chins rest on each other's shoulders. Our cheeks burning. As I catch my breath, I whisper in Annette's ear:
"C'mon bitch, press your prissy, little nipples against mine. I want to bruise those pasty-white tits of yours..."
I'm on the cusp of losing complete control, just as her middle finger pops out and she flips me the bird. Before I can say a word, Annette's open palm crashes harshly against my cheek; the lash of her hand turning my head sideways. Instinctively, I return the serve. Lashing her cheek with a powerful slap of my own; sending her long, red hair flitting everywhere.
"You think you have the stronger pussy? Why? Because you satisfied Jack for a few months. Oh, please bitch...Try fifteen years. Jack's taken me in ways you're not even woman enough to try. I've been dominated by his big cock night after night, and I've always come back looking for seconds. My sweet, little pussy has milked Jack so thoroughly that I've had to sit through PTA meetings with my legs crossed to prevent his cum from oozing out after being fucked the night before.
I'll match my pussy against yours any day of the week..."
As I finish speaking, I tilt my chin upwards; daring her to strike me again. Annette obliges, forcefully slapping my other cheek. Neither of us move an inch. That odd sense of honour that binds catfighting women rooting us to the spot. Neither of us wanting to show weakness. We unleash a volley of slaps; the staccato beat of skin-on skin echoing throughout the room.
Every slap I deliver is answered by Annette. Her tits jiggle as I knock her sideways with a left-handed haymaker. I stumble backwards as her right-handed response sends me reeling. Our eyes well up, as each slap makes us more emotional. Every strike in our "girly" duel punctuated by the most vulgar insults we could fathom, our slapping contest devolving into a hateful attack on each other's femininity:
"Fat-assed skank!"
"Brown-nippled bitch!"
"Cock-hungry cxnt!"
"Nasty-ass cumslut!"
Enraged and overcome with emotion, I charge Annette, our tits colliding with a fleshy wallop. We instantly wrap each other in mutual bearhugs and squeeze fiercely; our chins rest on each other's shoulders. Our cheeks burning. As I catch my breath, I whisper in Annette's ear:
"C'mon bitch, press your prissy, little nipples against mine. I want to bruise those pasty-white tits of yours..."
