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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Busty Showdown Kathykelsey vs Heavytitfighting
« Last post by Heavytitfighting on Yesterday at 11:41:06 PM » Who wins this hands off titfight?
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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Re: The Finale--Vanessa's New World
« Last post by Janine_G on Yesterday at 09:46:24 PM »Marisol was in big trouble. Her face was purple, Vanessa was tearing into her pussy and her thighs were crushing her thorax like a vise. The pain in her crotch was searing, but she didn't care, she pried at Vanessa's forearm choke and was able to get enough air to breathe as she thrashed and smashed her head back into Vanessa's face. The blow crashed into Vanessa's nose, even if it wasn't intentional, and sprayed blood everywhere. She stunned Vanessa and was able to roll off of her. Vanessa wiped her nose as she rolled to her hands and knees only to be greeted by a heel to the face from Marisol, who snapped her leg out as she rolled onto her back. A second shot definitively broke Vanessa's nose and dropped her head down to shake it off, which was just the time needed for Marisol to get to her feet, kick Vanessa in her side and stomp her back and then drop down on the prone woman, slamming her knees into her back. She jammed her hand between Vanessa's clenched buttocks and thighs and began clawing at the sensitive flesh there. Vanessa struggled to break free, ultimately twisting so that Marisol lost her mount and moved away. Vanessa got to her feet and the two women circled, gasping in large breaths of air, both sweating now in the hot sun and warm sea breeze. Vanessa stalked towards Marisol, who didn't shy away. She moved at Vanessa and blocked the first punch before wrapping the older woman in a bearhug, lifting her off her feet and slamming her to the ground. The air rushed from Vanessa's lungs as she winced in pain. Marisol jammed her stiletto heel into Vanessa's exposed pussy. The older woman screamed in agony but countered by jamming her own heel up into Marisol's pussy as she stood over her foe.
Marisol screeched in pain and stumbled backwards. Vanessa struggled to her feet and charged at her foe, tackling her. The two rolled about on the floor, their sharpened nails ripping at each other's back and buttocks. Vanessa got pinned between Marisol and the sandbag and Marsiol struggled to straddle her, successfully. THe younger woman began punching Vanessa in her face and tits repeatedly, but Vanessa, despite beating pummeled, did not yield. She grabbed Marisol's tits and bridged, yanking forward as she did and launching Marisol over the sand bags. Vanessa scrambled over the sandbags and to her feet. She stalked after Marisol who had gotten to her hands and knees. Vanessa brutally jammed her heel into marisol's thigh. Then kicked her in her ribs and her tits and then slammed her heel into her buttock. Marisol tried to crawl away, but Vanessa stalked after her and caught her in the pussy from behind with the vicious toe of her high heel. Marsiol yelped and lurched forward. Vanessa leapt on top of her and pulled her head back by her hair, then slammed her face into the helipad deck. After several blows, Marisol no longer struggled. Vanessa leaned down, breathing hard. "You feel how wet my pussy is on your back, bitch...you know why I'm wet? Because this shit turns me on. Are you done??"
Marisol mumbled as Vanessa pulled hard on her neck.
"What did you say, bitch?" asked Vanessa...
"I'm fucking....done...." she mumbled. And Vanessa dropped her face down and got up, raising her arms in victory. She walked to the steps to climb to the deck were Dmitry and the other man were sitting. She was hurt and swollen, but victorious. She looked at them both.
"Time for me to retire...I'm done. And I'm the best bitch ever."
She mounted Dmitry as he whipped out his cock.
Marisol screeched in pain and stumbled backwards. Vanessa struggled to her feet and charged at her foe, tackling her. The two rolled about on the floor, their sharpened nails ripping at each other's back and buttocks. Vanessa got pinned between Marisol and the sandbag and Marsiol struggled to straddle her, successfully. THe younger woman began punching Vanessa in her face and tits repeatedly, but Vanessa, despite beating pummeled, did not yield. She grabbed Marisol's tits and bridged, yanking forward as she did and launching Marisol over the sand bags. Vanessa scrambled over the sandbags and to her feet. She stalked after Marisol who had gotten to her hands and knees. Vanessa brutally jammed her heel into marisol's thigh. Then kicked her in her ribs and her tits and then slammed her heel into her buttock. Marisol tried to crawl away, but Vanessa stalked after her and caught her in the pussy from behind with the vicious toe of her high heel. Marsiol yelped and lurched forward. Vanessa leapt on top of her and pulled her head back by her hair, then slammed her face into the helipad deck. After several blows, Marisol no longer struggled. Vanessa leaned down, breathing hard. "You feel how wet my pussy is on your back, bitch...you know why I'm wet? Because this shit turns me on. Are you done??"
Marisol mumbled as Vanessa pulled hard on her neck.
"What did you say, bitch?" asked Vanessa...
"I'm fucking....done...." she mumbled. And Vanessa dropped her face down and got up, raising her arms in victory. She walked to the steps to climb to the deck were Dmitry and the other man were sitting. She was hurt and swollen, but victorious. She looked at them both.
"Time for me to retire...I'm done. And I'm the best bitch ever."
She mounted Dmitry as he whipped out his cock.
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Catfighting / Re: The Pirate Duel
« Last post by JT Edson on Yesterday at 09:45:13 PM »as usual, your story was an amazing read.
The art that followed was a great assent.
The art that followed was a great assent.
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Cyber Fight Section / Cyber Scene Ideas F4F
« Last post by Maggie Fahrenheit on Yesterday at 09:37:20 PM »I wrote a few of these up today. Hope to find intriguing partners to write with. I'm also very open to hear others ideas and fantasies.
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Attention is money. That's what bartending has taught me. The more attention, the more alcohol, the more money. It's a self propelled money making machine. My boobs, plus your eyes and a generous helping of alcohol equals ATM.
Working right next door to a college campus certainly helps. Every drunk frat boy who struck out ends up drooling over my low cut tops and sparkling personality. It was good gig, the best money I've ever made really.
Until you showed up. Boss man says spring break is coming, we're going to be swarmed and we'll need more help. Fair enough, totally cool. I'm sure whoever he hires, they wouldn't upset the status quo. Might even be a guy, which would be great. I'd have him trained in no time. But none of that happened. Because it was you.
For the first time in my life I'm seeing eyes on someone else. I'm hearing my regulars call out your name, some flavor of the week looking all shiny and new. The worst part is you fucking love it. You know exactly what you're doing and how much it pisses me off. I wear fishnets? You come back from break wearing fishnets. My top is missing a button? Suddenly yours doesn't have any left.
Every chance you get, you're trying to one up me or act like you some how even compare? It stops being about the tips, the attention. It doesn't feel like just a job anymore. It feels like someone is personally attacking me, trying to ruin my life. Trying to erase me from everyone's mind and replace me. Well, you egotistical bitch. Let's play.
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We'd been friends for years. Ever since we were kids actually, our first year of high school. We met through a mutual friend, a boy we both ended up dating at different times. That's what started our *chats*. About kissing. About being with him, the things we tried. What he liked. What we liked. It turned into long nights on video call, touching ourselves. Enjoying our bodies, exploring our sexuality. One night that changed with a simple question. I don't even remember who asked it that first time.
"How hot am I getting you?"
"No, I'm getting you hot, I can tell."
"No way, I can hear how wet you are."
"That's your pussy, because you're so worked up."
"Tell me...say...say I'm hotter..."
"Come on...you have to say it..."
After that we discovered so many new things. Including addiction. Addiction to being hotter. Being in control of each other's body and mind. Proving who was more developed, sexy and just better. Arguing, kissing hard, rolling on top of each other every night. Fighting for control. Fighting to get each other off the most, to humiliate. To dominate. It consumed our lives to the point our parents separated us. Never really aware of what we did to each other, but realizing how toxic we were for each other.
After becoming grown, moving on, starting lives. We stayed in touch on social media. Never really brought up the old times. Talked about our families, our careers, our relationships. That was what stirred our memories I think.
"Remember when...?"
"Remember how we...?"
"Oh god were we really that bad?"
"I haven't had sex like that in so long. Haven't felt that good...in forever."
"Nothing ever matched that intensity, not even close."
Old memories, old flames sparking back up. We had everything someone could want at this point. Stay at home wives. Two beautiful children. Peace, quiet and happiness. So why were we on the phone, late at night? Why did I open a picture on Snapchat, to see your breasts milky and bare? Why did I get a chill, as I removed my top, pinched my perky pink tips and sent you a picture right back? Why would we throw it all away, to end up where we are now?
Divorced. Living off our exes alimony and support. Houses literally across the street from each other. Spending every waking moment alone focused intently on our mutually abusive sexual relationship. It was like we were making up for lost time. As bad as we were back in school, we were so much worse now. Bruised, visible bite marks, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. Yet somehow happier than we ever were. Owning our perversions behind closed doors while maintaining the courageous single, do it all by ourselves motherly images on the outside.
However like with every addiction, things could only escalate. How far might we go in pursuit of this ultimate high?
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The two kingdoms finally lay down their arms, peace being declared all over the land. A sign from their gods had shown them a great unification was taking place. Indeed, their holy icons had become betrothed. All violence was to be ended, all wrongs righted and the kingdoms forever joined.
And so a great pilgrimage is planned. Two young priestesses from the formerly rival religions are chosen. They will take a carriage all throughout the lands, visiting many holy sites and nobles. They will spread the good word and news of their lands unification. A peaceful demonstration of unity and healing, meant to bring everyone together after years of cruel bloodshed.
However these priestesses are not so quick to forgive or forget. Raised all their lives to hate and mistrust the other side, they only have cold stares for their future travel partner. The two young women have been sheltered from the worst of things, while also being denied all forms of temptation. The only strong feeling they were ever allowed was contempt and righteous arrogance. The thought that they alone were in the right and their enemies were lower than slaves. The two of them simply could not accept what was happening.
Years of pent up misguided anger and judgement. Years of being denied their curiosity, their sensuality and sense of womanhood. Leads to an explosion of emotion and sensation. Every stop, every night in their carriage, every camping spot. Every bath house, every temple. Everywhere they can, they defile the one they were raised to hate. They use their privacy and pilgrimage to explore every corner of themselves they have long been denied, their hatred the perfect excuse to act.
They have one singular goal. End this pilgrimage with one of them broken and in her place. And the other satisfied that her mind, body and faith were better in every way they've always been told.
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It was something that started as a rumor online. You could catch mentions of it on Reddit or TikTok. People were calling it "echo caller" and "double speak".
The story was, that someone gets a call late at night, from their own number. Answering it, both people say the exact same thing. Usually a groggy hello, or confused grunt. From identical voices. This is followed up by a second call the next night, both voices in unison telling the other to quit playing games. The third night goes much the same, but the two callers start to speak differently. Instead of copying one another, they sound like two separate people with the same voice.
Usually the third night is exasperated arguing and accusations. Back and forth until both callers are red faced and exhausted. After that, the person receiving the call goes missing. Some disappear for one single night. Others for a week or longer. Some have never returned, or so the rumors say.
What the rumors don't know, is that the two people on the call are pulled into a shared space. The universe has played a cruel trick, making two separate but equal versions of a person and forcing them to face off over their identity.
A desperate conflict breaks out between them. They are locked into their home or bedroom. Doors open to inescapable nothingness. There is only one way out. And that is for one to claim their shared identity for themselves. Whatever force compels this meeting no doubt watches from some liminal space, eager to see two souls entangle for the right to exist.
Two broken minds twisted by an otherworldly desire, collide body to body. Ego to ego. Heart to heart. To determine which has the right to resume their life and which will be left behind in their sealed space to never return. The two compare, compete and argue for as long as it takes for one to extinguish the other.
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Thank you for taking the time to read all these.
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Attention is money. That's what bartending has taught me. The more attention, the more alcohol, the more money. It's a self propelled money making machine. My boobs, plus your eyes and a generous helping of alcohol equals ATM.
Working right next door to a college campus certainly helps. Every drunk frat boy who struck out ends up drooling over my low cut tops and sparkling personality. It was good gig, the best money I've ever made really.
Until you showed up. Boss man says spring break is coming, we're going to be swarmed and we'll need more help. Fair enough, totally cool. I'm sure whoever he hires, they wouldn't upset the status quo. Might even be a guy, which would be great. I'd have him trained in no time. But none of that happened. Because it was you.
For the first time in my life I'm seeing eyes on someone else. I'm hearing my regulars call out your name, some flavor of the week looking all shiny and new. The worst part is you fucking love it. You know exactly what you're doing and how much it pisses me off. I wear fishnets? You come back from break wearing fishnets. My top is missing a button? Suddenly yours doesn't have any left.
Every chance you get, you're trying to one up me or act like you some how even compare? It stops being about the tips, the attention. It doesn't feel like just a job anymore. It feels like someone is personally attacking me, trying to ruin my life. Trying to erase me from everyone's mind and replace me. Well, you egotistical bitch. Let's play.
++++++++++++++
We'd been friends for years. Ever since we were kids actually, our first year of high school. We met through a mutual friend, a boy we both ended up dating at different times. That's what started our *chats*. About kissing. About being with him, the things we tried. What he liked. What we liked. It turned into long nights on video call, touching ourselves. Enjoying our bodies, exploring our sexuality. One night that changed with a simple question. I don't even remember who asked it that first time.
"How hot am I getting you?"
"No, I'm getting you hot, I can tell."
"No way, I can hear how wet you are."
"That's your pussy, because you're so worked up."
"Tell me...say...say I'm hotter..."
"Come on...you have to say it..."
After that we discovered so many new things. Including addiction. Addiction to being hotter. Being in control of each other's body and mind. Proving who was more developed, sexy and just better. Arguing, kissing hard, rolling on top of each other every night. Fighting for control. Fighting to get each other off the most, to humiliate. To dominate. It consumed our lives to the point our parents separated us. Never really aware of what we did to each other, but realizing how toxic we were for each other.
After becoming grown, moving on, starting lives. We stayed in touch on social media. Never really brought up the old times. Talked about our families, our careers, our relationships. That was what stirred our memories I think.
"Remember when...?"
"Remember how we...?"
"Oh god were we really that bad?"
"I haven't had sex like that in so long. Haven't felt that good...in forever."
"Nothing ever matched that intensity, not even close."
Old memories, old flames sparking back up. We had everything someone could want at this point. Stay at home wives. Two beautiful children. Peace, quiet and happiness. So why were we on the phone, late at night? Why did I open a picture on Snapchat, to see your breasts milky and bare? Why did I get a chill, as I removed my top, pinched my perky pink tips and sent you a picture right back? Why would we throw it all away, to end up where we are now?
Divorced. Living off our exes alimony and support. Houses literally across the street from each other. Spending every waking moment alone focused intently on our mutually abusive sexual relationship. It was like we were making up for lost time. As bad as we were back in school, we were so much worse now. Bruised, visible bite marks, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. Yet somehow happier than we ever were. Owning our perversions behind closed doors while maintaining the courageous single, do it all by ourselves motherly images on the outside.
However like with every addiction, things could only escalate. How far might we go in pursuit of this ultimate high?
+++++++++++++++++
The two kingdoms finally lay down their arms, peace being declared all over the land. A sign from their gods had shown them a great unification was taking place. Indeed, their holy icons had become betrothed. All violence was to be ended, all wrongs righted and the kingdoms forever joined.
And so a great pilgrimage is planned. Two young priestesses from the formerly rival religions are chosen. They will take a carriage all throughout the lands, visiting many holy sites and nobles. They will spread the good word and news of their lands unification. A peaceful demonstration of unity and healing, meant to bring everyone together after years of cruel bloodshed.
However these priestesses are not so quick to forgive or forget. Raised all their lives to hate and mistrust the other side, they only have cold stares for their future travel partner. The two young women have been sheltered from the worst of things, while also being denied all forms of temptation. The only strong feeling they were ever allowed was contempt and righteous arrogance. The thought that they alone were in the right and their enemies were lower than slaves. The two of them simply could not accept what was happening.
Years of pent up misguided anger and judgement. Years of being denied their curiosity, their sensuality and sense of womanhood. Leads to an explosion of emotion and sensation. Every stop, every night in their carriage, every camping spot. Every bath house, every temple. Everywhere they can, they defile the one they were raised to hate. They use their privacy and pilgrimage to explore every corner of themselves they have long been denied, their hatred the perfect excuse to act.
They have one singular goal. End this pilgrimage with one of them broken and in her place. And the other satisfied that her mind, body and faith were better in every way they've always been told.
++++++++++++++++
It was something that started as a rumor online. You could catch mentions of it on Reddit or TikTok. People were calling it "echo caller" and "double speak".
The story was, that someone gets a call late at night, from their own number. Answering it, both people say the exact same thing. Usually a groggy hello, or confused grunt. From identical voices. This is followed up by a second call the next night, both voices in unison telling the other to quit playing games. The third night goes much the same, but the two callers start to speak differently. Instead of copying one another, they sound like two separate people with the same voice.
Usually the third night is exasperated arguing and accusations. Back and forth until both callers are red faced and exhausted. After that, the person receiving the call goes missing. Some disappear for one single night. Others for a week or longer. Some have never returned, or so the rumors say.
What the rumors don't know, is that the two people on the call are pulled into a shared space. The universe has played a cruel trick, making two separate but equal versions of a person and forcing them to face off over their identity.
A desperate conflict breaks out between them. They are locked into their home or bedroom. Doors open to inescapable nothingness. There is only one way out. And that is for one to claim their shared identity for themselves. Whatever force compels this meeting no doubt watches from some liminal space, eager to see two souls entangle for the right to exist.
Two broken minds twisted by an otherworldly desire, collide body to body. Ego to ego. Heart to heart. To determine which has the right to resume their life and which will be left behind in their sealed space to never return. The two compare, compete and argue for as long as it takes for one to extinguish the other.
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Thank you for taking the time to read all these.
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Celebrity Fights- Polls / Re: Debbie Harry vs Hayley Williams
« Last post by JT Edson on Yesterday at 09:26:05 PM »Is this Debbie Harry in her "hay days" or now?
Back in the day, Hayley would have given a good showing, but Debbie would take her down.
Back in the day, Hayley would have given a good showing, but Debbie would take her down.
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Producer Announcements / Female catfights outdoor at the beach
« Last post by digundent on Yesterday at 09:12:12 PM »Short scenes of catfights outdoor on beaches ending in a knockout. The female fighters wear beach wear. Many of the female fighters are topless.
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Producer Announcements / 2 on 1 Nude mixed wrestling femdom: Lisa and Beatrice beatdown Jonathan
« Last post by NicoleRaul on Yesterday at 07:20:36 PM »2 on 1 Nude mixed wrestling femdom: Lisa and Beatrice beatdown Jonathan
Two stacked, nude female wrestlers corner Jonathan, the helpless fat slug, unleashing a brutal simultaneous attack. They crush him between their muscular thighs and heavy tits, smothering him into submission before he can even protest. Jonathan manages a pathetic swing, landing a weak hit, but the dominant duo swarms him instantly, pinning his flabby body flat with cruel scissor holds and face-sitting humiliation.
After beating him senseless, these busty victors teach him a harsh lesson in male inferiority. They make his throbbing cock into their hungry mouths for a sloppy tag-team blowjob, gagging and slobbering until he's rock hard and desperate. Then they mount his defeated body, taking turns riding his dick raw and deep, grinding their wet cxnts on him until they drain every drop for a victory creampie. Total female supremacy achieved.
GET IT HERE: https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/217359/33088617/2-on-1-nude-mixed-wrestling-femdom-lisa-and-beatrice-beatdown-jonathan-hd
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Two stacked, nude female wrestlers corner Jonathan, the helpless fat slug, unleashing a brutal simultaneous attack. They crush him between their muscular thighs and heavy tits, smothering him into submission before he can even protest. Jonathan manages a pathetic swing, landing a weak hit, but the dominant duo swarms him instantly, pinning his flabby body flat with cruel scissor holds and face-sitting humiliation.
After beating him senseless, these busty victors teach him a harsh lesson in male inferiority. They make his throbbing cock into their hungry mouths for a sloppy tag-team blowjob, gagging and slobbering until he's rock hard and desperate. Then they mount his defeated body, taking turns riding his dick raw and deep, grinding their wet cxnts on him until they drain every drop for a victory creampie. Total female supremacy achieved.
GET IT HERE: https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/217359/33088617/2-on-1-nude-mixed-wrestling-femdom-lisa-and-beatrice-beatdown-jonathan-hd
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Ashley and Mia in a Western Duel
« Last post by Ashley Allie on Yesterday at 06:05:11 PM » After slipping my sexy shorty daisy dukes over my plump sexy ass and tossing them over onto a rocky side of the lake, I glare back at this arrogant cxnt who had that nerve to go bare skin against bare skin with me, massive breasts vs massive breasts and my silky smooth tight sweet pussy against her nasty backalley snatch, well she is going to realize, she messed with the wrong busty cat, because Im going to show her that I am the alpha between us, and its going to be a very painful lesson for her!!
I dig my sexy barefeet into the sandy base of the lake, its soft and comfortable yet sure footing as I instantly lunger out at you and grab a nice deep handful of your sandy blonde hair in my right hand and yank your forward hard, I stand solid as my massive breasts collide with your tits from my hair yanking and I begin swinging my left fist upward hard into your face, each time my fist lands its a loud smacking knuckle meeting flesh sound as the water explodes and splashes and ripples from our bodies!
"Time for talk is over BITCH, its time for war now!!" Yt
I dig my sexy barefeet into the sandy base of the lake, its soft and comfortable yet sure footing as I instantly lunger out at you and grab a nice deep handful of your sandy blonde hair in my right hand and yank your forward hard, I stand solid as my massive breasts collide with your tits from my hair yanking and I begin swinging my left fist upward hard into your face, each time my fist lands its a loud smacking knuckle meeting flesh sound as the water explodes and splashes and ripples from our bodies!
"Time for talk is over BITCH, its time for war now!!" Yt
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Ashley and Mia in a Western Duel
« Last post by SexiestTeenDanielle on Yesterday at 03:58:58 PM »Get her Ashley!!!
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Producer Announcements / E-C-C 486 "Hot Confrontation" !!!
« Last post by Catfight-Connection.Com on Yesterday at 03:55:35 PM »This movie is now also available complete or in different parts and in HD or Full HD, into our C4S store:
E-C-C 486 "Hot Confrontation"
Brunette beauty Dacada is feeling a little confrontational and in the mood to start throwing her big tits at her attraktiv work colleague Keri Love. Namely she wants a hot, anything-goes erotic catfight! And that's how it happens that two beautiful mature business ladies, lock up for a lingerie catfight. The fight begins with a hot leg tangling and bear hugging match and next the girls take part in tight breast matches using nothing but their combative tits to push each other across the room. Their tight breasts press firmly together in their business blouses as they both agree to remove their tops and bras in order to facilitate a more intense breast squeezing and tit mashing fight. And all leading up to a pussy to pussy trib finish until one beauty has to give in!
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E-C-C 486 "Hot Confrontation"
Brunette beauty Dacada is feeling a little confrontational and in the mood to start throwing her big tits at her attraktiv work colleague Keri Love. Namely she wants a hot, anything-goes erotic catfight! And that's how it happens that two beautiful mature business ladies, lock up for a lingerie catfight. The fight begins with a hot leg tangling and bear hugging match and next the girls take part in tight breast matches using nothing but their combative tits to push each other across the room. Their tight breasts press firmly together in their business blouses as they both agree to remove their tops and bras in order to facilitate a more intense breast squeezing and tit mashing fight. And all leading up to a pussy to pussy trib finish until one beauty has to give in!
https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/21930/catfight-corner-clip-store
Here you can find a free preview clip:
https://www.catfight-connection.com/streams/?file=/content/0486/ecc486sprev.mp4
