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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: who win a titfight ?
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Catfighting / Sidekick Story - Natalie, continued
« Last post by femfitefan on Yesterday at 10:44:00 PM »Sidekick has always been one of my favorite catfight authors. He wrote so many great stories that are on various forums including this one. Most of his stories were about women that may have had a grudge or may not have, but they loved to fight and when they found a good rival, they couldn't get enough. I used to chat with him online every now and then. Great guy. Haven't seen him in a long time though so I hope he's doing well. As I was reading one of his stories, I thought it would be fun to see if I could continue where he left off as a tribute to such a talented writer. I don't have that talent myself, so I asked an AI program to continue the story in Sidekick's style. Below are the links to the two part of the existing story followed by the next chapter written by AI. Sidekick, if you're out there, I hope you enjoy it!
https://www.seakingsfemfight.com/stories/storysidekick12.html
https://www.seakingsfemfight.com/stories/storysidekick13.html
Part 3
The rest of the week dragged on like molasses for Natalie. Every hallway glance at Ellen Clarkson sent a fresh jolt through her body. Ellen was everything that made Natalie's pulse race: tallish like her, maybe an inch taller, with that long blonde hair that begged to be wrapped around a fist, a firm athletic build from whatever weekend yoga or gym routine she kept up, and those sharp green eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of challenge even when she was just saying good morning in the staff lounge. Natalie had caught her staring back a couple of times now—lingering looks during meetings, a raised eyebrow when their paths crossed in the copy room. It wasn't imagination. There was tension there, electric and unspoken, the kind that used to spark playground brawls back in her teen days.
By Friday afternoon, Natalie couldn't take it anymore. The daydreams had turned into full-blown fantasies: Ellen pinned beneath her on the break room floor, hair tangled in her fingers, breasts mashed together as they rolled and punched; Ellen's legs scissored around her waist in a desperate squeeze while Natalie drove knees into soft thighs; the two of them gasping, sweating, cursing each other until one submitted or knocked the other cold. She rubbed herself discreetly under her desk more than once that day, biting her lip to keep quiet while picturing Ellen's pretty face twisted in pain and rage.
She needed to make it happen. Carefully. No witnesses, no scandals that would cost her job. But the itch was unbearable.
After the final bell, Natalie lingered in her classroom, pretending to organize papers while keeping an eye on the hallway. Ellen's room was two doors down. Most teachers bolted on Fridays, but Ellen often stayed late grading or prepping—Natalie had noticed the pattern. Sure enough, around 4:30, the hallway emptied out, and Ellen emerged carrying a stack of folders, heading toward the parking lot exit.
Natalie stepped out casually, locking her door behind her. "Ellen, hey—wait up a second.
"Ellen turned, surprise flickering across her face before settling into that cool, appraising look. "Natalie. What's up?"
Natalie closed the distance, stopping just inside personal space. She let her eyes roam deliberately—down Ellen's fitted blouse, over the curve of her hips in the pencil skirt, back up to that blonde mane. "I've been thinking about you all week.
"Ellen arched a brow, shifting her weight. "Is that so?"
"Yeah." Natalie leaned in closer, voice dropping. "Ever since I bumped you in the cafeteria. You gave me this look—like you wanted to do something about it. I keep wondering what would happen if we... settled it.
"Ellen's lips parted slightly, then curved into a thin, dangerous smile. "You're serious."
"Dead serious." Natalie held her gaze, unflinching. "I think you feel it too. The tension. The need to see who's better. We could go somewhere private. My place isn't far. Or yours. Doesn't matter. Just you and me. No one else."
For a long moment, Ellen said nothing. Then she let out a soft laugh—not mocking, but excited. "You know, I've wondered about you. The way you stare. The way you carry yourself like you're looking for trouble." She stepped even closer, their breasts almost brushing. "I don't back down from trouble.
"Natalie's heart hammered. "Then prove it. Tonight. Eight o'clock. My apartment. Bring whatever attitude you've got. Because I'm bringing mine."
Ellen studied her for another beat, then nodded once. "Text me the address. And Natalie?" She leaned in until her lips were near Natalie's ear. "Don't hold back. I won't."
Natalie felt a rush of heat between her legs. "Wouldn't dream of it, bitch."
They parted without another word—Ellen heading to her car with a sway in her step that screamed confidence, Natalie practically vibrating as she walked to hers.
The hours until eight crawled by. Natalie showered, paced, changed into something simple but provocative: tight black shorts that hugged her ass and thighs, a thin tank top that left her midriff bare and her heavy breasts straining the fabric. No bra. No panties. She wanted nothing in the way when things got rough. She cleared the living room furniture to the edges, leaving a wide open space on the carpet—soft enough not to kill them, hard enough to feel every slam and roll.
At exactly eight, the doorbell rang.
Natalie opened it to find Ellen standing there in yoga pants and a loose crop top, hair tied back in a ponytail that screamed "easy to grab." No makeup, no pretense—just raw, ready energy. Their eyes locked, and the air crackled.
"No turning back," Ellen said quietly.
"Just you and me," Natalie replied, stepping aside to let her in.
The door clicked shut. They didn't waste time on small talk. They circled each other slowly in the cleared space, breathing deepening, eyes narrowing. Natalie felt the old thrill flood back—the butterflies, the wet ache, the pure animal need.
"You think you can take me?" Ellen taunted, voice low.
Natalie smirked. "I know I can. Come on, blondie. Show me what you've got."
They lunged at the same instant. Hands shot to hair—Natalie's fingers twisting deep into Ellen's ponytail, yanking her head back hard while Ellen grabbed two fistfuls of Natalie's dark locks and jerked viciously. They slammed together chest-to-chest, grunting as breasts crushed and mashed. Fists started flying almost immediately—short, sharp punches to ribs, sides, soft bellies. Natalie drove a hard right into Ellen's midsection, drawing a sharp "unnh!" Ellen answered with a vicious hook to Natalie's jaw that snapped her head sideways. They stumbled, pulling hair, trading blows. Natalie hooked a leg behind Ellen's and tripped her—both women crashing to the carpet in a snarling heap. Legs tangled instantly, bodies writhing as they rolled. Punches rained—Ellen slamming knuckles into Natalie's tit, making her yelp; Natalie raking nails down Ellen's back under the crop top, drawing red lines. They growled, cursed, spat insults.
"You fucking bitch!"
"Slut—I'll make you scream!"
Sweat slicked their skin quickly. Tops rode up, then got yanked off in the frenzy—bare breasts swinging free as they wrestled. Nipples hardened from the rough contact, scraping together painfully. Natalie got on top for a moment, straddling Ellen's waist, pinning her arms with her knees and unloading slaps to her face—crack, crack—until Ellen bucked wildly, bridged, and flipped them over.
Now Ellen was on top, grinding down, slamming forearms across Natalie's chest, then grabbing her tits and squeezing hard. Natalie howled, bucking up, wrapping legs around Ellen's waist in a body scissors and squeezing with all her strength. Ellen gasped, face contorting, but she leaned down and bit Natalie's shoulder—hard enough to mark.
They rolled again, over and over, carpet burning skin. Hair pulling turned savage—scalps screaming as they jerked heads back and forth. Knees drove into pussies, thighs, ribs. Breaths came in ragged pants, mingled with moans of pain and dark pleasure.
Natalie felt herself getting close—the friction, the domination, the sheer violence pushing her toward the edge. Ellen was too, grinding against her thigh even as she punched.
In a final tangle, Natalie got her arm around Ellen's neck in a choke, legs locked around her waist. Ellen clawed at the arm, gasping, but Natalie rolled them so she was behind, squeezing tighter. Ellen's struggles weakened, face reddening, hands slapping weakly.
"Give?" Natalie hissed in her ear.
Ellen rasped, "Fuck... you..."Natalie tightened. Ellen's body shuddered, then went limp—not out cold, but submitted, gasping.
Natalie released slowly, rolling Ellen onto her back. Both women lay panting, bruised, scratched, sweat-soaked. Natalie straddled her hips again, looking down with a satisfied grin.
"Not bad, Ellen. Not bad at all."
Ellen looked up, chest heaving, a faint smirk breaking through the exhaustion. "Next time... I win.
"Natalie laughed softly, leaning down until their lips almost touched. "Next time? Oh, there'll be a next time.
"And as their bodies pressed together again—not fighting now, but something just as heated—Natalie knew this was only the beginning. The hunger was back for good.
https://www.seakingsfemfight.com/stories/storysidekick12.html
https://www.seakingsfemfight.com/stories/storysidekick13.html
Part 3
The rest of the week dragged on like molasses for Natalie. Every hallway glance at Ellen Clarkson sent a fresh jolt through her body. Ellen was everything that made Natalie's pulse race: tallish like her, maybe an inch taller, with that long blonde hair that begged to be wrapped around a fist, a firm athletic build from whatever weekend yoga or gym routine she kept up, and those sharp green eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of challenge even when she was just saying good morning in the staff lounge. Natalie had caught her staring back a couple of times now—lingering looks during meetings, a raised eyebrow when their paths crossed in the copy room. It wasn't imagination. There was tension there, electric and unspoken, the kind that used to spark playground brawls back in her teen days.
By Friday afternoon, Natalie couldn't take it anymore. The daydreams had turned into full-blown fantasies: Ellen pinned beneath her on the break room floor, hair tangled in her fingers, breasts mashed together as they rolled and punched; Ellen's legs scissored around her waist in a desperate squeeze while Natalie drove knees into soft thighs; the two of them gasping, sweating, cursing each other until one submitted or knocked the other cold. She rubbed herself discreetly under her desk more than once that day, biting her lip to keep quiet while picturing Ellen's pretty face twisted in pain and rage.
She needed to make it happen. Carefully. No witnesses, no scandals that would cost her job. But the itch was unbearable.
After the final bell, Natalie lingered in her classroom, pretending to organize papers while keeping an eye on the hallway. Ellen's room was two doors down. Most teachers bolted on Fridays, but Ellen often stayed late grading or prepping—Natalie had noticed the pattern. Sure enough, around 4:30, the hallway emptied out, and Ellen emerged carrying a stack of folders, heading toward the parking lot exit.
Natalie stepped out casually, locking her door behind her. "Ellen, hey—wait up a second.
"Ellen turned, surprise flickering across her face before settling into that cool, appraising look. "Natalie. What's up?"
Natalie closed the distance, stopping just inside personal space. She let her eyes roam deliberately—down Ellen's fitted blouse, over the curve of her hips in the pencil skirt, back up to that blonde mane. "I've been thinking about you all week.
"Ellen arched a brow, shifting her weight. "Is that so?"
"Yeah." Natalie leaned in closer, voice dropping. "Ever since I bumped you in the cafeteria. You gave me this look—like you wanted to do something about it. I keep wondering what would happen if we... settled it.
"Ellen's lips parted slightly, then curved into a thin, dangerous smile. "You're serious."
"Dead serious." Natalie held her gaze, unflinching. "I think you feel it too. The tension. The need to see who's better. We could go somewhere private. My place isn't far. Or yours. Doesn't matter. Just you and me. No one else."
For a long moment, Ellen said nothing. Then she let out a soft laugh—not mocking, but excited. "You know, I've wondered about you. The way you stare. The way you carry yourself like you're looking for trouble." She stepped even closer, their breasts almost brushing. "I don't back down from trouble.
"Natalie's heart hammered. "Then prove it. Tonight. Eight o'clock. My apartment. Bring whatever attitude you've got. Because I'm bringing mine."
Ellen studied her for another beat, then nodded once. "Text me the address. And Natalie?" She leaned in until her lips were near Natalie's ear. "Don't hold back. I won't."
Natalie felt a rush of heat between her legs. "Wouldn't dream of it, bitch."
They parted without another word—Ellen heading to her car with a sway in her step that screamed confidence, Natalie practically vibrating as she walked to hers.
The hours until eight crawled by. Natalie showered, paced, changed into something simple but provocative: tight black shorts that hugged her ass and thighs, a thin tank top that left her midriff bare and her heavy breasts straining the fabric. No bra. No panties. She wanted nothing in the way when things got rough. She cleared the living room furniture to the edges, leaving a wide open space on the carpet—soft enough not to kill them, hard enough to feel every slam and roll.
At exactly eight, the doorbell rang.
Natalie opened it to find Ellen standing there in yoga pants and a loose crop top, hair tied back in a ponytail that screamed "easy to grab." No makeup, no pretense—just raw, ready energy. Their eyes locked, and the air crackled.
"No turning back," Ellen said quietly.
"Just you and me," Natalie replied, stepping aside to let her in.
The door clicked shut. They didn't waste time on small talk. They circled each other slowly in the cleared space, breathing deepening, eyes narrowing. Natalie felt the old thrill flood back—the butterflies, the wet ache, the pure animal need.
"You think you can take me?" Ellen taunted, voice low.
Natalie smirked. "I know I can. Come on, blondie. Show me what you've got."
They lunged at the same instant. Hands shot to hair—Natalie's fingers twisting deep into Ellen's ponytail, yanking her head back hard while Ellen grabbed two fistfuls of Natalie's dark locks and jerked viciously. They slammed together chest-to-chest, grunting as breasts crushed and mashed. Fists started flying almost immediately—short, sharp punches to ribs, sides, soft bellies. Natalie drove a hard right into Ellen's midsection, drawing a sharp "unnh!" Ellen answered with a vicious hook to Natalie's jaw that snapped her head sideways. They stumbled, pulling hair, trading blows. Natalie hooked a leg behind Ellen's and tripped her—both women crashing to the carpet in a snarling heap. Legs tangled instantly, bodies writhing as they rolled. Punches rained—Ellen slamming knuckles into Natalie's tit, making her yelp; Natalie raking nails down Ellen's back under the crop top, drawing red lines. They growled, cursed, spat insults.
"You fucking bitch!"
"Slut—I'll make you scream!"
Sweat slicked their skin quickly. Tops rode up, then got yanked off in the frenzy—bare breasts swinging free as they wrestled. Nipples hardened from the rough contact, scraping together painfully. Natalie got on top for a moment, straddling Ellen's waist, pinning her arms with her knees and unloading slaps to her face—crack, crack—until Ellen bucked wildly, bridged, and flipped them over.
Now Ellen was on top, grinding down, slamming forearms across Natalie's chest, then grabbing her tits and squeezing hard. Natalie howled, bucking up, wrapping legs around Ellen's waist in a body scissors and squeezing with all her strength. Ellen gasped, face contorting, but she leaned down and bit Natalie's shoulder—hard enough to mark.
They rolled again, over and over, carpet burning skin. Hair pulling turned savage—scalps screaming as they jerked heads back and forth. Knees drove into pussies, thighs, ribs. Breaths came in ragged pants, mingled with moans of pain and dark pleasure.
Natalie felt herself getting close—the friction, the domination, the sheer violence pushing her toward the edge. Ellen was too, grinding against her thigh even as she punched.
In a final tangle, Natalie got her arm around Ellen's neck in a choke, legs locked around her waist. Ellen clawed at the arm, gasping, but Natalie rolled them so she was behind, squeezing tighter. Ellen's struggles weakened, face reddening, hands slapping weakly.
"Give?" Natalie hissed in her ear.
Ellen rasped, "Fuck... you..."Natalie tightened. Ellen's body shuddered, then went limp—not out cold, but submitted, gasping.
Natalie released slowly, rolling Ellen onto her back. Both women lay panting, bruised, scratched, sweat-soaked. Natalie straddled her hips again, looking down with a satisfied grin.
"Not bad, Ellen. Not bad at all."
Ellen looked up, chest heaving, a faint smirk breaking through the exhaustion. "Next time... I win.
"Natalie laughed softly, leaning down until their lips almost touched. "Next time? Oh, there'll be a next time.
"And as their bodies pressed together again—not fighting now, but something just as heated—Natalie knew this was only the beginning. The hunger was back for good.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Biker Bitch Bash: Sonja Vs Jasmine
« Last post by JasmineFCF on Yesterday at 09:51:56 PM »As Sonja forces me to orgasm no matter how much I fight it I orgasm as wild as I ever have and squirt like a total whore, the camera flashes go even wilder this hole thing filmed asa movie and many close up pictures.
But this ain’t over yet, that chain gave her the advantage, now Sonja is over confident, many of the bikers tell me Mae me give I snarl never fuck you bitch through my g string panties.
Many people scream clit to clit, but now the call is to make me eat her vag.
To do so she pulls her pants and g string to her ankles and mounts my face grabbing my hair pulling my face deep, unbeknownst to Sonja the fucking cxnt I decide this is my chance, as soon as her vag is on my face she squirms and moans, this bitch is now over confident and letting her defences down, I put on a fake show struggling giving everyone great views of my vag as their bitch pulls my face by my hair deep in to her, her vag smells far more pungent bet still so sexy, again portraying the biker bitch vs the blonde bimbo kinda spoilt brat I am.
The chains start to come loose as tangled never tied, soon I caress Sonja and I drive her totally wild, she is bucking, thrusting, clawing ehr own breasts, this bitch wants it bad.
Sonja is so confident she is letting her defences down, to the roar of the crowd which gives her more false confidence. I orgasmed hard but Sonja wants this bad so bad she rolls on her back, the chain falls from my wrists, her pants and g string above her ankles restricting her movement. Now I move in for the kill and eat her like a total slut she no lies on her back and screams at me deeper eat me.
At this point i grab the chains and have t around her neck choking her, panicked she turns and is face down on the ground trying to escape but i soon restrict her air flow and it is clear she gets off being choked, spreading her legs as much as pants and g string around her ankles allows I stab fingers into her cxnt and go to town. Now it is their tough girl Sonya being finger fucked and her bikers cheer me, she is a wet mess and fights the orgasm only making it worse for her, my wrist is soaked the choke and my body weight holds her.
She is moments from orgasm, her body convulses and it is clear she is orgasming, the snail trail on the floor keeps no secrets. then again the snail trail on her back from my vag hides little.
Many bikers mock her about a smaller pretty blonde doing this to her but it seems to arouse her more.
The bikers are now daring us to go clit to clit. In fact they are chanting it as Sonya looses control and she too squirts.
This is not a sex fight or cat fight now, not a slut fight, it is a full on hate fight. Sonya is screaming I will pay for this I just laugh.
But this ain’t over yet, that chain gave her the advantage, now Sonja is over confident, many of the bikers tell me Mae me give I snarl never fuck you bitch through my g string panties.
Many people scream clit to clit, but now the call is to make me eat her vag.
To do so she pulls her pants and g string to her ankles and mounts my face grabbing my hair pulling my face deep, unbeknownst to Sonja the fucking cxnt I decide this is my chance, as soon as her vag is on my face she squirms and moans, this bitch is now over confident and letting her defences down, I put on a fake show struggling giving everyone great views of my vag as their bitch pulls my face by my hair deep in to her, her vag smells far more pungent bet still so sexy, again portraying the biker bitch vs the blonde bimbo kinda spoilt brat I am.
The chains start to come loose as tangled never tied, soon I caress Sonja and I drive her totally wild, she is bucking, thrusting, clawing ehr own breasts, this bitch wants it bad.
Sonja is so confident she is letting her defences down, to the roar of the crowd which gives her more false confidence. I orgasmed hard but Sonja wants this bad so bad she rolls on her back, the chain falls from my wrists, her pants and g string above her ankles restricting her movement. Now I move in for the kill and eat her like a total slut she no lies on her back and screams at me deeper eat me.
At this point i grab the chains and have t around her neck choking her, panicked she turns and is face down on the ground trying to escape but i soon restrict her air flow and it is clear she gets off being choked, spreading her legs as much as pants and g string around her ankles allows I stab fingers into her cxnt and go to town. Now it is their tough girl Sonya being finger fucked and her bikers cheer me, she is a wet mess and fights the orgasm only making it worse for her, my wrist is soaked the choke and my body weight holds her.
She is moments from orgasm, her body convulses and it is clear she is orgasming, the snail trail on the floor keeps no secrets. then again the snail trail on her back from my vag hides little.
Many bikers mock her about a smaller pretty blonde doing this to her but it seems to arouse her more.
The bikers are now daring us to go clit to clit. In fact they are chanting it as Sonya looses control and she too squirts.
This is not a sex fight or cat fight now, not a slut fight, it is a full on hate fight. Sonya is screaming I will pay for this I just laugh.
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General Discussion about Catfights / Tech Question .....
« Last post by locked on Yesterday at 09:47:42 PM »There's a clip I wanted to purchase but it's only available as MOBILE VERSION MP4 . It says to click on a link to buy the other versions but when you do it says 'under review' or something like that and isn't available in regular mp4 , etc.
I'm wondering what the difference is between the two .... would the quality not be quite as a regular format as good or terrible ? Or is there even a chance it wouldn't play at all ?
Thanks
I'm wondering what the difference is between the two .... would the quality not be quite as a regular format as good or terrible ? Or is there even a chance it wouldn't play at all ?
Thanks
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Catfight Art / Re: catfight comic
« Last post by qwertyuiop666666 on Yesterday at 09:34:56 PM »I mean, you can find most of his stuff on DA, where it's available for purchase...
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Biker Bitch Bash: Sonja Vs Jasmine
« Last post by JasmineFCF on Yesterday at 09:30:42 PM »Current score 41 - 44 in favor of Jasmine
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As we rolled around on the ground, I grabbed her by the throat, flipping us so her bare back hit the ground with a smack. Her eyes rolled back for a second, long enough for me to wrench her torn panties down her legs and shove the soaked blue silk into her gaping mouth. "Chew on that, you cocksucking tourist," I snarled, yanking her arms above her head with one hand while the other clawed down her stomach to her exposed pussy.
Jasmine’s muffled scream vibrated through the silk gag as my fingers plunged into her cxnt, twisting hard enough to make her hips jerk off the floor. The bikers’ laughter crescendoed into a frenzy—someone tossed me a length of bike chain, the metal clattering against the linoleum. I didn’t hesitate. Wrapping the chain around her wrists, I yanked it taut, pinning her arms above her head. Her large tits bounced with the motion, nipples stiff and angry under outdoor sun. “Looks like someone’s still got fight left,” I taunted, dragging my nails down her sternum until blood welled in thin lines.
Jasmine's body bucked wildly beneath me, her muffled screams turning into desperate whimpers as my fingers worked deeper inside her. The chain around her wrists clinked with every frantic twist of her body, her thighs trembling as I curled my fingers in a cruel twist. "That's it, fight it," I sneered, dragging my free hand down to her swollen clit and pinching it between my thumb and forefinger. Her back arched off the floor, a strangled sob tearing through the gag.
Jasmine’s body convulsed under me, her hips jerking in useless little spasms as my fingers twisted inside her. The gag muffled her screams, but the sound of her wet cxnt squelching around my knuckles was loud enough for the whole store to hear. The bikers roared, their boots stomping on the ground like a drumroll. I leaned down, my breath hot against her ear. "Gonna make you come while they watch," I growled, my thumb grinding circles on her clit. "Gonna make you scream into your own fucking panties."
Jasmine's muffled screams turned into choked, wet sobs as my fingers pistoned inside her, her thighs trembling violently. The scent of her arousal mixed with sweat and blood filled the air—thick, primal. Her hips jerked in erratic little circles, her body betraying her even as she tried to twist away. "Look at her," I snarled to the crowd, twisting my wrist deeper. "Fucking *dripping*." The bikers howled, their phones flashing as Jasmine's back arched off the floor, her toes curling.
Jasmine’s body locked up like a live wire when the orgasm hit her—her thighs clamped around my wrist, her cxnt pulsing around my fingers in tight, desperate spasms. A ragged, muffled scream tore through the gag as she came, her back arching so violently I thought the bike chain might snap. The bikers erupted into cheers, their laughter and whistles drowning out her shuddering gasps. I didn’t let up, driving my fingers deeper, twisting them until she whimpered, her hips twitching in oversensitive protest.
We roll on the floor tugging strings tearing each others vagina with her own g string. My top a mess my back near bare i start to win the g string war and hear Sonja the biker slut wail. But she changes tactics desperate and gets my throat. There are 90 bikers to every 5 to 10 non bikers, it now becomes clear from their chants over a week Sonja had searched her prey for a close fight but one where she felt like she likely had the advantage. Several comments made that poor dumb blonde did not know to wear something more protective as Sonja did with her short denim shorts. Now my blue silk panties being forced into my mouth, I am frantic, not scared of being hurt, but i truly want to fuck this bitch up bad and this is not the best position her on top and shoving my panties in my mouth.
Right now i hear the comments, just about every biker here wants to fuck me the hot blonde in preference to Sonja, hearing comments I dont care who wins I want to nail that blonde bitch hard. It pisses Sonja off and i smirk as much Asa woman can smirk being choked and eating her own g string.
Many bikers comment on my hot mound and I hear many pine to nail my vagina. Of course this draws Sonya’s attention to my bare mound. One big built hot biker throws the chain to Sonya as i muffled say leave it between her and me, he says this was never meant to be a fair fight Blondie. As My wrists are tied with the chain I struggle then Sonya’s talons stab my cxnt both erotically and brutally. One thing I am is sexual, the chained wrists, my vagina being aroused and beaten and the choke air restriction drives me wild. She says i have fight left in me, muffled through my thong in my mouth I scream a muffled “damn tootin bitch this ain’t over”.
I fight the orgasm, so much so a few tears from the strain. Whilst I smell my win cxnt smell, quite a sweet one I might add, I smell a nastier more pungent vaginal smell letting me know she is a wet mess inside her tight denim shorts.
This bitch is all over me but she concentrates on my vag, I struggle with the chain, a heavy chain wrapped many times and unknown to me not locked but twisted together.
I fight the orgasm, just to fight on.
The sound of my wet soaking cxnt squelching around Sonya’s knuckles for all to hear. The bikers roaring, their boots stomping on the ground like a drumroll. I leaned down, with her hot breathe I hear Sonya say "Gonna make you come while they watch," growling, her thumb grinding circles on my clit. Making me scream into an own fucking g string.
Then my hot body locks up, I fight the orgasm just because I so want to kill this bitch right now, my toes still ion my heel curl up for all to see.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Busty Showdown Kathykelsey vs Heavytitfighting
« Last post by Boche on Yesterday at 08:47:08 PM »Which images are Kathy & which are Heavy?
Kathy to the left. Except on the one just above. lol
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Busty Showdown Kathykelsey vs Heavytitfighting
« Last post by Kathykelsey78 on Yesterday at 08:46:51 PM »Me on right this time
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Busty Showdown Kathykelsey vs Heavytitfighting
« Last post by Kathykelsey78 on Yesterday at 08:45:25 PM »Combined
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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Mature ladies fighting each other
« Last post by Horny-Jew on Yesterday at 08:33:53 PM »That story above would have been so sexy as hell if the other customer already in the shop was also wearing office clothes.
