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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Blonde vs Brunette Submission Only
« Last post by Venue of Velvet & Violence on January 17, 2026, 05:22:51 AM »I love me a blonde, but I gotta say.I love me a brunette a little more in this match up.
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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Out of necessity Mom's collide
« Last post by The Dance on January 17, 2026, 05:12:25 AM »Riley had Jen pinned against the wall by her wrists, their chests rising and falling in harsh, synchronized breaths that barely kissed, yet somehow still sent electricity shivering through every inch of skin. Sweat slicked their bodies, beading at their hairlines and sliding in hot, slow trails down their throats, over their sternums, and into the valley between their breasts. Their muscles trembled with effort. Neither had gained an inch. Neither had yielded a single step. The stalemate made their bodies hum with a pressure that bordered on agony.
Riley released Jen’s wrists. The moment her grip let go, her hands took their place, gliding down Jen’s arms with a slow, deliberate drag that left gooseflesh in their wake. Her palms tracked over the heat of Jen’s shoulders, down the curve of her ribs, and onto her hips, thumbs pressing into the tension there as if testing how much give she could force. Jen’s breath blasted hot against Riley’s mouth, and, as if on a silent cue, their foreheads met. Their faces were framed by matted, disheveled, sweat-dark hair. Their mouths hung open, their lips grazing with the smallest, most taunting brush as round two began to smolder.
“You dirty bitch,” Jen hissed, the words a breathy burn against Riley’s lips.
“Fuck you, skank,” Riley shot back, sliding her hips forward until the pressure pinned Jen more firmly against the wall. “You will regret following me down here.”
Jen’s left hand shot up and latched into the right side of Riley’s hair, yanking violently. Riley snarled and retaliated, her right hand fisting Jen’s hair and dragging her down, their foreheads grinding together as teeth bared and eyes locked. There was no softness in their grip, no patience in their breaths. Pure, molten hate churned through them, pulsing with the need to dominate. Their bodies pressed harder, sweat slipping between them in slick, heated layers.
Riley found the remains of Jen’s summer dress, grasped what she could, and ripped it clean away, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound before fluttering to the floor. Jen mirrored her, tearing Riley’s dress off with the same ruthless efficiency, until both were left in their black thongs, their skin glistening and flushed. Free hands slid over hot flesh, cupping breasts, squeezing firm asses, nails raking, leaving red trails. Jen twisted sideways and wedged her leg between Riley’s, using the leverage to push them off the wall. Their slick thighs slid past each other, the contact making wet, hungry sounds that filled the room.
They broke from each other just long enough to stare, to memorize the wet shine of skin, the tight lines of muscle, the way their chests heaved and trembled. Riley took two steps back, hips rolling in a slow, taunting sway. “Woman enough, bitch?” she asked, eyes raking down Jen’s body.
Jen didn’t answer. She yanked down her already-soaked panties, flung them at Riley’s face, and watched them stick for a heartbeat before dropping to the floor. They both knew it was nowhere near over.
They moved toward each other again, slow and deliberate, mouths meeting in a soft kiss that turned hungry in an instant. Tongues dueled like blades, slick and insistent, breath mixing hot and ragged. Hands buried in hair, refusing to let the other pull away. Their kisses grew sloppier, wetter, until they pulled back and a rope of saliva stretched between their mouths. Their foreheads met again, and their hands found each other’s asses, gripping tight, nails biting in as their hips began to grind. The gyrations were slow, methodical, and deliberate. Their eyes looked up from beneath lowered brows, a war of words and moans filling the room.
“Bitch.”
“Whore.”
“Slut.”
“cxnt.”
“Skank.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, fuck you.”
Their nails dug deeper, the pressure bruising and sharp. Their faces twisted with need and strain. With each roll of their hips, their swollen mounds bumped and pressed, the friction sending sparks along nerve endings and up their spines. Jen turned her head right as Riley turned left, their cheeks pressing together, bodies slammed so tight that even breathing felt like a fight. Their hands clutched hard enough to draw tiny trickles of blood where nails broke the skin. Their cheeks rubbed, their hot breath undeniable, the presence of each other electric and overwhelming. Their thighs were soaked, their scent thick in the air, and not a shred of dignity remained. Every inhibition had been left at the top of the stairs. This was pure, raw battle. Neither would stop until one was empty and begging the other for mercy.
Their hands roamed up and down each other’s backs, hair tangling, faces mashed. Tears mixed with sweat as they clawed, kissed, and fought for leverage. Their legs hooked and tried to trip each other, grunts and growls filling the room as their struggle intensified. They tumbled to the floor in a heap, both scrambling for the advantage, hands slapping, hair yanked, breasts squeezed. Jen finally got leverage and drove her clit hard against Riley’s, grinding with brutal purpose.
The room’s sounds changed instantly: heavy breathing sharpened into deep, ragged moans. Wetness smeared between them, slick and hot, the smacks and squelches of their pussies colliding a wet, obscene rhythm. They leaned back on their hands, legs spread wide, scissoring and slamming. The claps of wet flesh were a violent symphony of pleasure and pain. If one felt the other taking control, she shifted her hips and slammed back to steal it away. They were possessed, intent on destroying each other in the most primal, instinctual way. A desperate war of wills, both hell-bent on dominance, on breaking the other’s mind as well as her body.
Jen drove her clit into Riley’s at a punishing angle, grinding in short, fast strokes that set Riley’s body twitching. The pressure locked right onto her most sensitive spot, and her thighs began to quiver. Riley’s fingers dug into Jen’s ass, pulling her in to lock the friction exactly where it hurt and thrilled the most. Jen’s breathing stuttered; the first orgasm ripped through her, her head snapping back as a guttural cry tore from her throat. “FUUUUUCK YOU!” she roared through clenched teeth, her entire body shaking as the wave crested and broke. Riley held her there, grinding through it, drawing every tremor out of her. Jen’s first climax was taken from her by Riley’s unyielding pressure, stolen by force and friction.
Jen didn’t give her a second to revel. She shifted her hips, hooked her leg over Riley’s thigh, and dragged Riley into the perfect alignment. The change was precise, surgical, and devastating. Riley’s breath hitched, then broke; her first orgasm exploded up her spine, her stomach tightening, hips bucking, a harsh moan spilling from her lips. Jen smirked and whispered into her ear, “That’s right, bitch. Those juices are mine,” as Riley shook with her own first climax, pulled out by Jen’s relentless grind.
They didn’t slow. They pressed harder, sweat pouring, their bodies slick and shining. Riley slid her hand between them, fingertips finding Jen’s swollen lips, spreading her just enough to make the friction sharper, then rubbing her clit in tight, merciless circles while their hips kept moving. Jen’s second orgasm came fast and hot, her pussy throbbing around Riley’s fingers as she cried out, her thighs trembling with the force of it. Riley’s mouth found Jen’s neck, teeth grazing, as she rode the convulsions, extracting every pulse until Jen’s muscles went soft.
Jen retaliated immediately, slipping her hand down and rubbing Riley’s clit with fast, brutal strokes that matched the slam of their hips. Riley gasped, her body tensing hard, then her second orgasm tore through her, her back arching, her eyes squeezed shut as she came with a hoarse, broken moan. Jen kept her fingers moving, pressing her through the peak until Riley’s legs shook.
Riley shifted her weight and rolled them, pinning Jen on her back. She dragged her thigh between Jen’s legs, pushing it up hard so Jen’s clit rode the firm, wet line of Riley’s inner thigh. Riley’s hand slid down to Jen’s entrance, sinking two fingers inside with a slow, deliberate thrust, curling up to hit the spot that made Jen’s eyes go wide and her mouth fall open. Riley pumped her fingers in time with the grind, and Jen’s third orgasm surged up, her hips jerking, her pussy clenching around Riley’s fingers as she screamed, fingers clawing Riley’s back.
Jen tore her hand free of the floor and grabbed Riley’s ass, pulling her in so their clits struck and slid with brutal precision. Riley’s third orgasm followed, her entire body shuddering as the friction piled up into a sharp, searing release. She trembled over Jen, breath ragged, and Jen laughed a breathless, vicious laugh into her mouth.
They were not done. Jen pushed Riley aside, flipped her, and climbed over her, straddling her thighs so their wet heat met again. She leaned forward, teeth grazing Riley’s nipple while her hips made small, grinding circles. The sensation split Riley open, a line of fire from her breasts to her core. Her fourth orgasm hit her hard, a deep, pulsing wave that made her toes curl and her voice break. Jen rode it, keeping her on the edge, then slammed down to grind her own clit into Riley’s, and Riley’s hands slid up to pinch and roll Jen’s nipples, the pressure sharpening the pleasure until Jen’s fourth orgasm punched out of her, her body trembling as she gasped, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” against Riley’s throat.
They sat up, legs wrapped, chest to chest, foreheads pressed. Their eyes were wild, their faces flushed, sweat running down their temples and dripping from their chins. They moved in slower, heavier strokes now, grinding with a deliberate, methodical rhythm designed to torture. Riley’s hands slid down Jen’s back, cupping her ass, lifting her slightly to change the angle. That tiny shift hit Jen perfectly. Her fifth orgasm rolled in like a tide, slow and immense, her breath shuddering out as her whole body quaked. Riley kept her there, rocking her through it, drawing it out until Jen was shaking, until her thighs nearly gave out.
Jen returned the favor with the same cruel precision, shifting her hips, lifting Riley’s leg to create a tight, sliding line of friction straight across her clit. Riley’s fifth orgasm came in a long, grinding wave, her mouth open, a hoarse cry leaking out as she came hard enough to see stars. Jen kept her in the squeeze, unrelenting, until Riley’s body sagged against her.
They rose, slick and trembling, backs to the wall again, breath ragged, hands skidding over sweat-soaked skin. Riley pressed her thigh up between Jen’s legs, leaning in to kiss her, her lips devouring while her hips drove that hard, steady friction. Jen’s sixth orgasm slammed into her, her head thudding against the wall, her body shivering with each aftershock. Riley didn’t relent, grinding through every pulse, her hands splayed against the wall beside Jen’s head.
Jen seized Riley’s wrists and pinned them above her head, then dragged her hips down, using her own body as a lever to force the contact just right. Riley’s sixth orgasm ripped through her, her legs shaking, her abdomen tightening into a hard, aching knot. She moaned into Jen’s mouth, every sound a surrender she refused to make, even as Jen pulled the pleasure out of her.
They sank to their knees, still locked together, faces inches apart, breath hot and frantic. Riley gripped Jen’s hips and pulled her in, grinding in short, brutal strokes. Jen’s seventh orgasm burst through her, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth falling open in a ragged cry. Riley kept her moving, kept the pressure steady and unforgiving until Jen was shaking, until her hands clawed at Riley’s shoulders for balance.
Jen answered by gripping Riley’s ass and driving upward, aligning their clits in a sharp, unyielding line. Riley’s seventh orgasm came hard and fast, her breath stuttering, her body convulsing as her thighs trembled. Jen’s teeth grazed her jaw, her voice low and ruthless. “Not done, bitch.”
They rose again, trembling, sweat pouring, bodies slick and sensitive. Their mouths met in a fierce, messy kiss as they eased into a slower, grinding rhythm. Every movement was deliberate now, every shift meant to prolong the agony and the pleasure. Their nails raked, drawing more red lines, their skin flushed and alive. Riley adjusted her angle, pushing her thigh in and up, locking Jen against the wall and driving a tight, steady grind that made Jen’s legs shake. Jen’s eighth orgasm arrived in a drawn-out, brutal wave. She gasped, her breath hitching, her body trembling from head to toe as she moaned and shuddered, her pussy pulsing hard against Riley’s thigh while Riley held her there and milked the climax out of her until it left Jen limp and shaking.
Riley’s face twisted with determination, and Jen gathered what was left of her strength. She pulled Riley into a crushing embrace, their foreheads pressed, their mouths open, breath mingling. She tilted her hips just a fraction, angled the friction to a razor edge, and drove upward in slow, powerful strokes that kept Riley teetering at the brink. Riley’s eighth orgasm hit her like a punch, her body locking and then breaking, a ragged, guttural moan tearing from her as her thighs quivered and her hands clenched hard enough to leave marks.
They stayed pressed together, panting, sweat dripping from their chins, their bodies trembling with the last aftershocks. The floor beneath them was slick, the air heavy with heat and the sharp, sweet scent of their effort. Their faces were flushed, their hair tangled, their eyes wild and fierce. The frantic rhythm had subsided into a slow, grinding sway, each breath a declaration that neither would yield. They had both been dragged to the edge eight times, forced to give what they fought to keep, and still they stared at each other, desperate and unrelenting, each determined to be the last woman standing.
Then Riley took the end. She pushed Jen down to the floor, turned her, and sat over her face in a reverse face-sit, Riley’s back to Jen’s eyes. She planted her hands on the floor for balance, set her thighs wide, and lowered herself until her slick pussy covered Jen’s mouth and nose. The heat was immediate and smothering; Riley’s wet folds pressed over Jen’s lips, her clit dragging across the bridge of Jen’s nose as she began to grind. Slow at first, deliberate, she rolled her hips in heavy circles, smearing herself across Jen’s mouth, forcing Jen to breathe and lick through her. Jen’s tongue pushed up, desperate and obedient, and Riley used it, sliding her clit back and forth over the soft pressure while her juices soaked Jen’s face. Her wetness spread across Jen’s cheeks, her breath hot and muffled beneath Riley, and Riley kept the grind steady, punishing, the rhythm unbroken. Each pass dragged her clit across Jen’s mouth, each circle tightened the coil in her belly, and she took her time, dragging the pleasure to a sharp, aching peak.
Riley’s final orgasm came hard and victorious. Her hips slammed down, then rolled in slow, brutal circles as the wave hit her, her body shuddering with a long, relentless pulse. She ground through it, claiming the pressure, her clit pressed hard to Jen’s mouth and nose while her juices spilled and soaked Jen’s face. Riley held her there through every tremor, her thighs shaking, her breath ragged, her hands braced as she rode out the last surges. Jen went still beneath her, overwhelmed and broken, her resistance gone. Riley lifted just enough to look down, her face flushed, her eyes sharp, and her voice low. The victory was absolute. The will to win had been answered, and Jen had nothing left to deny her.
The pungent scent of defeat consumed Jen. as Riley slid off of her face. Even fresh in the face of defeat, Jen turned and looked Riley in the eyes and defiantly said "This is not over bitch." as she rolled onto her side
To stand up.
Riley released Jen’s wrists. The moment her grip let go, her hands took their place, gliding down Jen’s arms with a slow, deliberate drag that left gooseflesh in their wake. Her palms tracked over the heat of Jen’s shoulders, down the curve of her ribs, and onto her hips, thumbs pressing into the tension there as if testing how much give she could force. Jen’s breath blasted hot against Riley’s mouth, and, as if on a silent cue, their foreheads met. Their faces were framed by matted, disheveled, sweat-dark hair. Their mouths hung open, their lips grazing with the smallest, most taunting brush as round two began to smolder.
“You dirty bitch,” Jen hissed, the words a breathy burn against Riley’s lips.
“Fuck you, skank,” Riley shot back, sliding her hips forward until the pressure pinned Jen more firmly against the wall. “You will regret following me down here.”
Jen’s left hand shot up and latched into the right side of Riley’s hair, yanking violently. Riley snarled and retaliated, her right hand fisting Jen’s hair and dragging her down, their foreheads grinding together as teeth bared and eyes locked. There was no softness in their grip, no patience in their breaths. Pure, molten hate churned through them, pulsing with the need to dominate. Their bodies pressed harder, sweat slipping between them in slick, heated layers.
Riley found the remains of Jen’s summer dress, grasped what she could, and ripped it clean away, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound before fluttering to the floor. Jen mirrored her, tearing Riley’s dress off with the same ruthless efficiency, until both were left in their black thongs, their skin glistening and flushed. Free hands slid over hot flesh, cupping breasts, squeezing firm asses, nails raking, leaving red trails. Jen twisted sideways and wedged her leg between Riley’s, using the leverage to push them off the wall. Their slick thighs slid past each other, the contact making wet, hungry sounds that filled the room.
They broke from each other just long enough to stare, to memorize the wet shine of skin, the tight lines of muscle, the way their chests heaved and trembled. Riley took two steps back, hips rolling in a slow, taunting sway. “Woman enough, bitch?” she asked, eyes raking down Jen’s body.
Jen didn’t answer. She yanked down her already-soaked panties, flung them at Riley’s face, and watched them stick for a heartbeat before dropping to the floor. They both knew it was nowhere near over.
They moved toward each other again, slow and deliberate, mouths meeting in a soft kiss that turned hungry in an instant. Tongues dueled like blades, slick and insistent, breath mixing hot and ragged. Hands buried in hair, refusing to let the other pull away. Their kisses grew sloppier, wetter, until they pulled back and a rope of saliva stretched between their mouths. Their foreheads met again, and their hands found each other’s asses, gripping tight, nails biting in as their hips began to grind. The gyrations were slow, methodical, and deliberate. Their eyes looked up from beneath lowered brows, a war of words and moans filling the room.
“Bitch.”
“Whore.”
“Slut.”
“cxnt.”
“Skank.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, fuck you.”
Their nails dug deeper, the pressure bruising and sharp. Their faces twisted with need and strain. With each roll of their hips, their swollen mounds bumped and pressed, the friction sending sparks along nerve endings and up their spines. Jen turned her head right as Riley turned left, their cheeks pressing together, bodies slammed so tight that even breathing felt like a fight. Their hands clutched hard enough to draw tiny trickles of blood where nails broke the skin. Their cheeks rubbed, their hot breath undeniable, the presence of each other electric and overwhelming. Their thighs were soaked, their scent thick in the air, and not a shred of dignity remained. Every inhibition had been left at the top of the stairs. This was pure, raw battle. Neither would stop until one was empty and begging the other for mercy.
Their hands roamed up and down each other’s backs, hair tangling, faces mashed. Tears mixed with sweat as they clawed, kissed, and fought for leverage. Their legs hooked and tried to trip each other, grunts and growls filling the room as their struggle intensified. They tumbled to the floor in a heap, both scrambling for the advantage, hands slapping, hair yanked, breasts squeezed. Jen finally got leverage and drove her clit hard against Riley’s, grinding with brutal purpose.
The room’s sounds changed instantly: heavy breathing sharpened into deep, ragged moans. Wetness smeared between them, slick and hot, the smacks and squelches of their pussies colliding a wet, obscene rhythm. They leaned back on their hands, legs spread wide, scissoring and slamming. The claps of wet flesh were a violent symphony of pleasure and pain. If one felt the other taking control, she shifted her hips and slammed back to steal it away. They were possessed, intent on destroying each other in the most primal, instinctual way. A desperate war of wills, both hell-bent on dominance, on breaking the other’s mind as well as her body.
Jen drove her clit into Riley’s at a punishing angle, grinding in short, fast strokes that set Riley’s body twitching. The pressure locked right onto her most sensitive spot, and her thighs began to quiver. Riley’s fingers dug into Jen’s ass, pulling her in to lock the friction exactly where it hurt and thrilled the most. Jen’s breathing stuttered; the first orgasm ripped through her, her head snapping back as a guttural cry tore from her throat. “FUUUUUCK YOU!” she roared through clenched teeth, her entire body shaking as the wave crested and broke. Riley held her there, grinding through it, drawing every tremor out of her. Jen’s first climax was taken from her by Riley’s unyielding pressure, stolen by force and friction.
Jen didn’t give her a second to revel. She shifted her hips, hooked her leg over Riley’s thigh, and dragged Riley into the perfect alignment. The change was precise, surgical, and devastating. Riley’s breath hitched, then broke; her first orgasm exploded up her spine, her stomach tightening, hips bucking, a harsh moan spilling from her lips. Jen smirked and whispered into her ear, “That’s right, bitch. Those juices are mine,” as Riley shook with her own first climax, pulled out by Jen’s relentless grind.
They didn’t slow. They pressed harder, sweat pouring, their bodies slick and shining. Riley slid her hand between them, fingertips finding Jen’s swollen lips, spreading her just enough to make the friction sharper, then rubbing her clit in tight, merciless circles while their hips kept moving. Jen’s second orgasm came fast and hot, her pussy throbbing around Riley’s fingers as she cried out, her thighs trembling with the force of it. Riley’s mouth found Jen’s neck, teeth grazing, as she rode the convulsions, extracting every pulse until Jen’s muscles went soft.
Jen retaliated immediately, slipping her hand down and rubbing Riley’s clit with fast, brutal strokes that matched the slam of their hips. Riley gasped, her body tensing hard, then her second orgasm tore through her, her back arching, her eyes squeezed shut as she came with a hoarse, broken moan. Jen kept her fingers moving, pressing her through the peak until Riley’s legs shook.
Riley shifted her weight and rolled them, pinning Jen on her back. She dragged her thigh between Jen’s legs, pushing it up hard so Jen’s clit rode the firm, wet line of Riley’s inner thigh. Riley’s hand slid down to Jen’s entrance, sinking two fingers inside with a slow, deliberate thrust, curling up to hit the spot that made Jen’s eyes go wide and her mouth fall open. Riley pumped her fingers in time with the grind, and Jen’s third orgasm surged up, her hips jerking, her pussy clenching around Riley’s fingers as she screamed, fingers clawing Riley’s back.
Jen tore her hand free of the floor and grabbed Riley’s ass, pulling her in so their clits struck and slid with brutal precision. Riley’s third orgasm followed, her entire body shuddering as the friction piled up into a sharp, searing release. She trembled over Jen, breath ragged, and Jen laughed a breathless, vicious laugh into her mouth.
They were not done. Jen pushed Riley aside, flipped her, and climbed over her, straddling her thighs so their wet heat met again. She leaned forward, teeth grazing Riley’s nipple while her hips made small, grinding circles. The sensation split Riley open, a line of fire from her breasts to her core. Her fourth orgasm hit her hard, a deep, pulsing wave that made her toes curl and her voice break. Jen rode it, keeping her on the edge, then slammed down to grind her own clit into Riley’s, and Riley’s hands slid up to pinch and roll Jen’s nipples, the pressure sharpening the pleasure until Jen’s fourth orgasm punched out of her, her body trembling as she gasped, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” against Riley’s throat.
They sat up, legs wrapped, chest to chest, foreheads pressed. Their eyes were wild, their faces flushed, sweat running down their temples and dripping from their chins. They moved in slower, heavier strokes now, grinding with a deliberate, methodical rhythm designed to torture. Riley’s hands slid down Jen’s back, cupping her ass, lifting her slightly to change the angle. That tiny shift hit Jen perfectly. Her fifth orgasm rolled in like a tide, slow and immense, her breath shuddering out as her whole body quaked. Riley kept her there, rocking her through it, drawing it out until Jen was shaking, until her thighs nearly gave out.
Jen returned the favor with the same cruel precision, shifting her hips, lifting Riley’s leg to create a tight, sliding line of friction straight across her clit. Riley’s fifth orgasm came in a long, grinding wave, her mouth open, a hoarse cry leaking out as she came hard enough to see stars. Jen kept her in the squeeze, unrelenting, until Riley’s body sagged against her.
They rose, slick and trembling, backs to the wall again, breath ragged, hands skidding over sweat-soaked skin. Riley pressed her thigh up between Jen’s legs, leaning in to kiss her, her lips devouring while her hips drove that hard, steady friction. Jen’s sixth orgasm slammed into her, her head thudding against the wall, her body shivering with each aftershock. Riley didn’t relent, grinding through every pulse, her hands splayed against the wall beside Jen’s head.
Jen seized Riley’s wrists and pinned them above her head, then dragged her hips down, using her own body as a lever to force the contact just right. Riley’s sixth orgasm ripped through her, her legs shaking, her abdomen tightening into a hard, aching knot. She moaned into Jen’s mouth, every sound a surrender she refused to make, even as Jen pulled the pleasure out of her.
They sank to their knees, still locked together, faces inches apart, breath hot and frantic. Riley gripped Jen’s hips and pulled her in, grinding in short, brutal strokes. Jen’s seventh orgasm burst through her, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth falling open in a ragged cry. Riley kept her moving, kept the pressure steady and unforgiving until Jen was shaking, until her hands clawed at Riley’s shoulders for balance.
Jen answered by gripping Riley’s ass and driving upward, aligning their clits in a sharp, unyielding line. Riley’s seventh orgasm came hard and fast, her breath stuttering, her body convulsing as her thighs trembled. Jen’s teeth grazed her jaw, her voice low and ruthless. “Not done, bitch.”
They rose again, trembling, sweat pouring, bodies slick and sensitive. Their mouths met in a fierce, messy kiss as they eased into a slower, grinding rhythm. Every movement was deliberate now, every shift meant to prolong the agony and the pleasure. Their nails raked, drawing more red lines, their skin flushed and alive. Riley adjusted her angle, pushing her thigh in and up, locking Jen against the wall and driving a tight, steady grind that made Jen’s legs shake. Jen’s eighth orgasm arrived in a drawn-out, brutal wave. She gasped, her breath hitching, her body trembling from head to toe as she moaned and shuddered, her pussy pulsing hard against Riley’s thigh while Riley held her there and milked the climax out of her until it left Jen limp and shaking.
Riley’s face twisted with determination, and Jen gathered what was left of her strength. She pulled Riley into a crushing embrace, their foreheads pressed, their mouths open, breath mingling. She tilted her hips just a fraction, angled the friction to a razor edge, and drove upward in slow, powerful strokes that kept Riley teetering at the brink. Riley’s eighth orgasm hit her like a punch, her body locking and then breaking, a ragged, guttural moan tearing from her as her thighs quivered and her hands clenched hard enough to leave marks.
They stayed pressed together, panting, sweat dripping from their chins, their bodies trembling with the last aftershocks. The floor beneath them was slick, the air heavy with heat and the sharp, sweet scent of their effort. Their faces were flushed, their hair tangled, their eyes wild and fierce. The frantic rhythm had subsided into a slow, grinding sway, each breath a declaration that neither would yield. They had both been dragged to the edge eight times, forced to give what they fought to keep, and still they stared at each other, desperate and unrelenting, each determined to be the last woman standing.
Then Riley took the end. She pushed Jen down to the floor, turned her, and sat over her face in a reverse face-sit, Riley’s back to Jen’s eyes. She planted her hands on the floor for balance, set her thighs wide, and lowered herself until her slick pussy covered Jen’s mouth and nose. The heat was immediate and smothering; Riley’s wet folds pressed over Jen’s lips, her clit dragging across the bridge of Jen’s nose as she began to grind. Slow at first, deliberate, she rolled her hips in heavy circles, smearing herself across Jen’s mouth, forcing Jen to breathe and lick through her. Jen’s tongue pushed up, desperate and obedient, and Riley used it, sliding her clit back and forth over the soft pressure while her juices soaked Jen’s face. Her wetness spread across Jen’s cheeks, her breath hot and muffled beneath Riley, and Riley kept the grind steady, punishing, the rhythm unbroken. Each pass dragged her clit across Jen’s mouth, each circle tightened the coil in her belly, and she took her time, dragging the pleasure to a sharp, aching peak.
Riley’s final orgasm came hard and victorious. Her hips slammed down, then rolled in slow, brutal circles as the wave hit her, her body shuddering with a long, relentless pulse. She ground through it, claiming the pressure, her clit pressed hard to Jen’s mouth and nose while her juices spilled and soaked Jen’s face. Riley held her there through every tremor, her thighs shaking, her breath ragged, her hands braced as she rode out the last surges. Jen went still beneath her, overwhelmed and broken, her resistance gone. Riley lifted just enough to look down, her face flushed, her eyes sharp, and her voice low. The victory was absolute. The will to win had been answered, and Jen had nothing left to deny her.
The pungent scent of defeat consumed Jen. as Riley slid off of her face. Even fresh in the face of defeat, Jen turned and looked Riley in the eyes and defiantly said "This is not over bitch." as she rolled onto her side
To stand up.
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General Discussion about Titfights & Sexfights / Re: Tit comparisons and tit fights in mainstream porn
« Last post by Ricatfightfan on January 17, 2026, 04:49:03 AM »Found one
Brazzers - Darcie Dolce - Brandy Aniston - Sneaky Little Slut / 05.02.2016
Brazzers - Darcie Dolce - Brandy Aniston - Sneaky Little Slut / 05.02.2016
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Catfight Art / A Nightmare for a Biker Chick Dancer
« Last post by bikemanrick on January 17, 2026, 04:27:58 AM »Lauren Montgomery stormed out of the Nashville Coyote Ugly bar into the warm spring night. Her heart was pounding as she clinched her fists and shouted, “Fuck” along 2nd Avenue North. She was fuming. After all the dance lessons, gymnastics and shaking her ass on top of the bar, not to mention making a fool of herself in front of hundreds of people, she hadn’t made it as a Coyote Ugly girl.
It was her own fault. She had drunk several beers before her last number and stumbled around. Despite winning beauty pageants as a teen and possessing a body to die for, she was now just one of the rejects.
She walked down the street in her tight indigo Wranglers, sleeveless shirt, white cowboy hat and boots. She rounded the corner on the way to her car and kicked a garbage can. The metal bin tipped over and struck a dirty white pickup that was parked on the street, denting the front side panel.
Lauren thought she saw someone stir in the truck, but didn’t bother to take a second look. She hustled back to her Chevy Malibu a block away and headed home.
She pulled down a street of which she didn’t know the name and searched for the expressway. The longer she drove, the more she realized she’d probably missed the exit. She was not familiar with this section of town, as she lived in the suburbs, and had only resided in the area for six months. Ten minutes later, she made a right and entered a seedy section of town. All the businesses were closed on the street and only a few lights illuminated the immediate surroundings.
“I’m lost,” she said. “What else could go wrong tonight?”
Lauren made a left down a narrow road and passed a couple industrial buildings. The streets were now deserted as several paper bags skittered across the intersecting road, then one lifted up into the air toward some busted-out windows. More paper debris skittered along the pavement. Lauren made a right then another left; she slowed down as the wind howled through the slit in the window. At the end of the street in the distance, she spotted another vehicle. It was heading straight toward her.
At first, she thought she had turned down a one-way street. But there were two lanes in the road, though both were extremely narrow. Lauren switched lanes. She tried to get around the vehicle, but the driver turned the steering wheel right. Lauren made a sharp left to avoid hitting the truck and slammed into a telephone pole. Her airbag deployed and smacked her in the face, buffering her from the collision.
With her chest now squished by the airbag, she turned her head as she heard the door of the pickup slam shut. It looked like the same one she had dented with the garbage can.
Suddenly someone kicked her passenger-side door. The force of the blow shook her car. Lauren shoved the airbag aside, grabbed her door handle and tried to get out of her car. But he driver’s side door was wedged against the curb.
“Damn.”
The maniac kicked her door again, then struck the rear door. Both blows lifted the body of the car on its chassis, rocking it like a bucking Bronco.
The kicking stopped for a half minute or so. Lauren scanned the road through the windshield and side windows, but couldn’t see anyone. Then a dark hooded figure appeared near the front passenger door. Seconds later, the glass shattered as dozens of window fragments rained down on the seats. Lauren grabbed the back of her head and ducked down over her console.
The door opened. The hooded figure leaned into the car and grabbed Lauren’s arm. She slapped at the deranged individual, but then felt a strong hand grab her choker. She got picked up and pulled through the door. Her cowboy hat fell into the street.
Once outside the car, Lauren kicked and slapped at the nutcase but got shoved against her car. That’s when the black hood came down, revealing the fat smirking face.
Lauren had to do a double take as she gazed into the dark hooded eyes. She soon realized it was a teen girl, about 18 or 19--one who was a foot taller than her and as wide as a barnyard door.
“You dented my truck, bitch.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Lauren moved her head away from the girl and eyed her in amazement.
“Well, I got you pretty good, too,” the girl said. She chuckled. Lauren pushed herself off the car and just stared at the girl—mouth agape, eyes widened. She felt relieved—at least for ten seconds. But then the girl smirked and raised her fist.
Lauren had no time to react as the girl’s fist slammed into her jaw. When she awakened, she was lying on the street with blood streaking down both sides of her lips.
For more of this story, check out my "Biker Chick Fighting Stories" gallery on Deviantart. https://www.deviantart.com/bikemanrick/gallery/96566007/biker-chick-fighting-stories-gallery
In fact, I have many more stories and more than 9,500 images on the site. I spent years writing on Free Catfights (2008 to 2023) -- and still do, at times -- but lately I've been spending more time creating images and storylines on Deviantart.com the past couple years. I have 6 subscription tiers and 18 galleries, covering anything from biker chick, cowgirl and tough girl fighting (all 18 and over) to women's prison fights, humiliation and domination -- and women's wrestling, giantess, lift and carry and "2 Against 1" fights. I tend to go for more photographic and cinematic creations with my depictions. In fact, I have to laugh at some of the images I used to post on here because they were awful. A few people even recommended that I use Photo Shop. Well, let me show you how things have changed in just two years, that is, if you want to take a gander. I've also posted some short videos on my site as I work on putting together some longer ones.
You can check out everything on my main site. https://www.deviantart.com/bikemanrick
See some of my jpeg samples below. My images on DA are .png files.
Bikeman Rick
P.S. FCF, you'll find my link page in my "About" section on DA.
It was her own fault. She had drunk several beers before her last number and stumbled around. Despite winning beauty pageants as a teen and possessing a body to die for, she was now just one of the rejects.
She walked down the street in her tight indigo Wranglers, sleeveless shirt, white cowboy hat and boots. She rounded the corner on the way to her car and kicked a garbage can. The metal bin tipped over and struck a dirty white pickup that was parked on the street, denting the front side panel.
Lauren thought she saw someone stir in the truck, but didn’t bother to take a second look. She hustled back to her Chevy Malibu a block away and headed home.
She pulled down a street of which she didn’t know the name and searched for the expressway. The longer she drove, the more she realized she’d probably missed the exit. She was not familiar with this section of town, as she lived in the suburbs, and had only resided in the area for six months. Ten minutes later, she made a right and entered a seedy section of town. All the businesses were closed on the street and only a few lights illuminated the immediate surroundings.
“I’m lost,” she said. “What else could go wrong tonight?”
Lauren made a left down a narrow road and passed a couple industrial buildings. The streets were now deserted as several paper bags skittered across the intersecting road, then one lifted up into the air toward some busted-out windows. More paper debris skittered along the pavement. Lauren made a right then another left; she slowed down as the wind howled through the slit in the window. At the end of the street in the distance, she spotted another vehicle. It was heading straight toward her.
At first, she thought she had turned down a one-way street. But there were two lanes in the road, though both were extremely narrow. Lauren switched lanes. She tried to get around the vehicle, but the driver turned the steering wheel right. Lauren made a sharp left to avoid hitting the truck and slammed into a telephone pole. Her airbag deployed and smacked her in the face, buffering her from the collision.
With her chest now squished by the airbag, she turned her head as she heard the door of the pickup slam shut. It looked like the same one she had dented with the garbage can.
Suddenly someone kicked her passenger-side door. The force of the blow shook her car. Lauren shoved the airbag aside, grabbed her door handle and tried to get out of her car. But he driver’s side door was wedged against the curb.
“Damn.”
The maniac kicked her door again, then struck the rear door. Both blows lifted the body of the car on its chassis, rocking it like a bucking Bronco.
The kicking stopped for a half minute or so. Lauren scanned the road through the windshield and side windows, but couldn’t see anyone. Then a dark hooded figure appeared near the front passenger door. Seconds later, the glass shattered as dozens of window fragments rained down on the seats. Lauren grabbed the back of her head and ducked down over her console.
The door opened. The hooded figure leaned into the car and grabbed Lauren’s arm. She slapped at the deranged individual, but then felt a strong hand grab her choker. She got picked up and pulled through the door. Her cowboy hat fell into the street.
Once outside the car, Lauren kicked and slapped at the nutcase but got shoved against her car. That’s when the black hood came down, revealing the fat smirking face.
Lauren had to do a double take as she gazed into the dark hooded eyes. She soon realized it was a teen girl, about 18 or 19--one who was a foot taller than her and as wide as a barnyard door.
“You dented my truck, bitch.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Lauren moved her head away from the girl and eyed her in amazement.
“Well, I got you pretty good, too,” the girl said. She chuckled. Lauren pushed herself off the car and just stared at the girl—mouth agape, eyes widened. She felt relieved—at least for ten seconds. But then the girl smirked and raised her fist.
Lauren had no time to react as the girl’s fist slammed into her jaw. When she awakened, she was lying on the street with blood streaking down both sides of her lips.
For more of this story, check out my "Biker Chick Fighting Stories" gallery on Deviantart. https://www.deviantart.com/bikemanrick/gallery/96566007/biker-chick-fighting-stories-gallery
In fact, I have many more stories and more than 9,500 images on the site. I spent years writing on Free Catfights (2008 to 2023) -- and still do, at times -- but lately I've been spending more time creating images and storylines on Deviantart.com the past couple years. I have 6 subscription tiers and 18 galleries, covering anything from biker chick, cowgirl and tough girl fighting (all 18 and over) to women's prison fights, humiliation and domination -- and women's wrestling, giantess, lift and carry and "2 Against 1" fights. I tend to go for more photographic and cinematic creations with my depictions. In fact, I have to laugh at some of the images I used to post on here because they were awful. A few people even recommended that I use Photo Shop. Well, let me show you how things have changed in just two years, that is, if you want to take a gander. I've also posted some short videos on my site as I work on putting together some longer ones.
You can check out everything on my main site. https://www.deviantart.com/bikemanrick
See some of my jpeg samples below. My images on DA are .png files.
Bikeman Rick
P.S. FCF, you'll find my link page in my "About" section on DA.
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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Celebrity Crush you would like to Crush
« Last post by speed on January 17, 2026, 04:22:43 AM »If you could meet them in secret, is there a specific celebrity, or public figure you’d like to pull hair with the most and why? :-)
I’d love to know who you would like to go at it with. Speed
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Blonde vs Brunette Submission Only
« Last post by dhalgren on January 17, 2026, 04:22:29 AM »Brunette's third pic is before daddy paid the implants? 
I have to go with blonde also, there is something in the face that cries blood.
I have to go with blonde also, there is something in the face that cries blood.
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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: En Español...
« Last post by ChandieSavage on January 17, 2026, 03:34:05 AM »Busco con quien hablar en Español acerca de celos, rivalidades y peleas...
No hablo mucho español, pero soy un experto en Google-Translate
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Rivals Collide, Enemies Clash — Jamie Lynn vs. Anna Hunt
« Last post by Anna HunttXO on January 17, 2026, 03:28:44 AM »"Hssssssssssssss Owwwwwwww no you dumb blonde bitch, its you who doesnt deserve to wear my say hair style, and you dont even deserve to be blonde, you fucking Bitch!!
Sending my left hand up to the back of your head as I rake my claws down the back of your scalp, ripping out pins, clips and the bun that you had, yeah HAD up on your head, as I grip a large clump of your blonde hair and twist it once, twice, three times around my hand yanking your head backwards as your forced to stare up into the small crystal chandelier lights that are in the ladies room as I return your breast slamming into mine, I thrust my shoulders back and slam my shoulders and breasts hard into your already battered breasts "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!" as my right arm and hand slips back to your lower back as I tighten my arm muscles and thrust my pelvic hard into your dripping wet pussy lips "my bodys a completely turn on isnt it bitch!!" as I "SLAM, SLAM, SLAM!!" my tight pussy smacking into yours!!
"Hssssssssssssssss your going to regret you showed up here, as my hips begin to thrust harder, and harder my pelvic and pussy into yours as I keep your head staring, my tight pussy slams not once, not twice but three times hard into!!! Yt
Sending my left hand up to the back of your head as I rake my claws down the back of your scalp, ripping out pins, clips and the bun that you had, yeah HAD up on your head, as I grip a large clump of your blonde hair and twist it once, twice, three times around my hand yanking your head backwards as your forced to stare up into the small crystal chandelier lights that are in the ladies room as I return your breast slamming into mine, I thrust my shoulders back and slam my shoulders and breasts hard into your already battered breasts "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!" as my right arm and hand slips back to your lower back as I tighten my arm muscles and thrust my pelvic hard into your dripping wet pussy lips "my bodys a completely turn on isnt it bitch!!" as I "SLAM, SLAM, SLAM!!" my tight pussy smacking into yours!!
"Hssssssssssssssss your going to regret you showed up here, as my hips begin to thrust harder, and harder my pelvic and pussy into yours as I keep your head staring, my tight pussy slams not once, not twice but three times hard into!!! Yt
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Rivals Collide, Enemies Clash — Jamie Lynn vs. Anna Hunt
« Last post by Anna HunttXO on January 17, 2026, 03:15:39 AM »Fuck!!! This is the Hottest thing going in the polls. They are both so damn good. I have to wait to vote. I need to see more to be sure.Thanks for the love, Dana. That little Bitch Anna and I aren’t done — we’ll clash again and again, unless she chickens out.
Jamie, Jamie, Jamie isnt that cute of you to think that Sexy Beautiful Dana was actually talking about you, no you dumb bitch, Dana's words were for me bitch, not you, and when my better firmer tits and rock hard nipples finish destroying yours, that will only be the first of many whippings that Im going to give you bitch!!
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Melinda battles Emma
« Last post by Melinda (Mia) Isabella on January 17, 2026, 02:56:12 AM »Relaxing poolside at my mums home in my black string bikini, enjoying the warmth as the sun glistens off of my smooth skin, my body tone, yet very curvy and sexy as fuck when my mum bursts through the double doors and tells me "go get dressed, jeans and a T-shirt, get your fight mind ready and fight body ready!" as smirk and I dont even ask against who, I just go into my room and slip into my skin tight jeans and even tighter top, my hair hanging loosely as I strut out towards the front door and both my beautiful busty mum and I head out to the large SUV my mum speeds off and after a short brief drive she turns down a long winding dirt road and as we disappear into the woods on the road we finally come to a clearing where it looka like an old airplane hangar sits "consider this a late Christmas present!" as she throws the SUV into park and I slip out and strut confidently up to the hangar, when I hear a familiar voice yelling inside, and as I step through the doors, I smirk and say "are you looking for me bitch, its you who shouldnt have shown!!" Yt