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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Rivals Collide, Enemies Clash — Jamie Lynn vs. Anna Hunt
« Last post by Jamie Lynn on Yesterday at 01:20:29 AM »“Grrrrrr… you pathetic fucking blonde cxnt, Anna…” I bare my teeth right in your face, inhaling deep—your wet, desperate scent flooding my lungs like cheap perfume mixed with pure defeat. “You think you can make me beg? Me? Crave your saggy tits? Your weak little nipples that folded the second mine stabbed through them like knives?”
My nails dig deeper into your fat ass, twisting, ripping fresh red lines while I yank another fistful of your precious blonde hair—strands snapping, fluttering down like broken feathers between my fingers.
“Eeeeeaaaahhh—fuck yes, scream louder, bitch!”
I slam forward harder than before—shoulders rolling, hips snapping, our soaked, swollen pussies smashing together with every brutal tit-crash. “SMAAAACK!!… SMAAAACK!!… SMAAAACKK!!… SMAAAACKKK!!” Wet flesh on wet flesh, red-raw tits ballooning and bouncing, nipples fencing like daggers in a blood duel. Each impact sends jolts straight to my throbbing clit, making me grind even nastier against you. I grab your throat with one hand, forcing your head back so you have to look up at me while I hiss through clenched teeth:
“Say it, Anna. Say my tits own yours. Say my cxnt’s tighter, hotter, hungrier. Say you’re nothing but a used-up blonde whore who came here to get ruined.” I ram my chest into yours again—harder, faster, merciless—until our bodies are shaking, sweat and arousal dripping down our thighs in thick rivulets. “Admit I’m better… or I swear I’ll keep slamming these perfect tits into yours until you’re crying, leaking, and begging me to fuck you senseless instead.”YT
My nails dig deeper into your fat ass, twisting, ripping fresh red lines while I yank another fistful of your precious blonde hair—strands snapping, fluttering down like broken feathers between my fingers.
“Eeeeeaaaahhh—fuck yes, scream louder, bitch!”
I slam forward harder than before—shoulders rolling, hips snapping, our soaked, swollen pussies smashing together with every brutal tit-crash. “SMAAAACK!!… SMAAAACK!!… SMAAAACKK!!… SMAAAACKKK!!” Wet flesh on wet flesh, red-raw tits ballooning and bouncing, nipples fencing like daggers in a blood duel. Each impact sends jolts straight to my throbbing clit, making me grind even nastier against you. I grab your throat with one hand, forcing your head back so you have to look up at me while I hiss through clenched teeth:
“Say it, Anna. Say my tits own yours. Say my cxnt’s tighter, hotter, hungrier. Say you’re nothing but a used-up blonde whore who came here to get ruined.” I ram my chest into yours again—harder, faster, merciless—until our bodies are shaking, sweat and arousal dripping down our thighs in thick rivulets. “Admit I’m better… or I swear I’ll keep slamming these perfect tits into yours until you’re crying, leaking, and begging me to fuck you senseless instead.”YT
