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Catfight Art / Re: Wild West Catfight 2

« Last post by loozzeer58 on Yesterday at 12:28:44 AM »

Hi man!
After a long battle with AI censorship I finally found an uncensored one for real; so I could animate Zora vs Vida. It's a first job with many mistakes too many arms and too many legs that change places even two heads but it seems to me a promising system. I published two videos from DA to the links:
https://www.deviantart.com/kappotto/art/zora-vs-Reel-1-1266162006
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https://www.deviantart.com/kappotto/art/Zora-vs-Vida-Reel-2-1266164272
Let me know what you think.

P.S. Have you saved your workflow?

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Family Fights / Re: Sharon vs Jenny: Mother Daughter Catfight

« Last post by bobf on Yesterday at 12:06:15 AM »

Sharon fell backwards, stunned, and flipped right over the couch by the patio door. She landed on the thick rug that covered the hardwood floor. She rolled over and got on her hands and knees as she prepared to get back up. Jenny ran around the couch and delivered a bruising kick to her mother's mid-section. Sharon fell flat on her back again clutching her side.

Jenny took her mom's legs and spread them wide. The thought crossed her mind to stop, but she knew she wanted this. To hurt the woman who gave birth to her. Her mom failed to keep their family together. She failed to protect her from this catfight world she entered. She failed to stop the girl who stole her father from hurting her in their catfights. Her mom failed her at everything and she wanted her to feel her pain.

"Sorry, mom. You deserve this and so much more."

Jenny lifted her foot and stomped down viciously on her mom's bikini covered pussy. The resulting screams brought a smile to her face.

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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Who do you find sexier....The Winner or Loser

« Last post by fighttime67 on Yesterday at 12:02:35 AM »

The loser 100% 

I love the sexy, petite little "girly girls" and for some reason I love watching them being dominated in a good catfight...

What about them dominated turns you on

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Catfight Web Sites & Sources / Re: Sounds like Suitefights had ANOTHER match fall through.

« Last post by NwukCatfights on November 19, 2025, 11:57:25 PM »

I’ve said this a few times on previous posts but it’s time for suitefights to film in tapings like GND does.

They’re currently filming one fight at a time meaning every time they get let down they’re losing money on a venue, cameramen, lighting, amongst a number of other things.

With GND filming in the tapings format with multiple fights. If they get let down and one fight is cancelled, the other still goes ahead and all those fees still go ahead and aren’t lost.

I’ll be honest I still don’t understand why this isn’t already happening, when Steve has previously mentioned it he’s said it would be more expensive but I just don’t understand how.

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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: A Therapist’s Thoughts

« Last post by Hammer48 on November 19, 2025, 11:57:02 PM »

Thanks for sharing and for multiple insights into your experience. Certainly gives me food for thought. In some ways my experiences align with yours. My adolescence was characterized by guilt regarding my growing obsession. This disappeared over time as I developed a greater degree of self acceptance. Initial drivers seemed to be tv and movie catfights, primarily Westerns, and a handful of SRW apartment wrestling matches. AHW likely made a greater imprint, as the fantasy of women fighting in bikinis has persisted over the years. Details and preferences evolved and changed, but my obsession with beautiful women, equally matched, battling in private remains strong.

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Celebrity Fights- Stories / Re: Mud Bath Match: Billie Eilish vs Brie Larson

« Last post by oddities on November 19, 2025, 11:51:19 PM »

Suddenly, Billie twisted.  jerking backward as she dug Brie's bikini top around her throat, pressing mud deeper into her windpipe. Billie’s knee drove into Brie’s spine, pinning her face down while the strap tightened. Brie gagged, her vision spotting – wet cotton strangling her. She couldn’t breathe.

Billie leaned close. Her lips crushed against Brie’s,  It was thick, tasting of swamp and sweat, invading Brie’s mouth like a filthy worm, grinding mud against her palate. Brie choked harder, desperate to bite down, but Billie’s grip kept her jaw locked. Air became impossible.Fingers clawed  at Billie’s slippery ribs; mud filled her nostrils. Billie’s tongue probed deeper, a wet, suffocating power play muffling Brie’s muffled screams.

Then Billie released her mouth, pulling back just enough to breathe, “Not so tough now?” Her voice rasped against Brie’s ear.

Still pinning Brie face-down, Billie shifted her knee off Brie’s spine. Instead, her free hand slid down Brie’s hips, slick with sludge. Mud peeled away beneath Billie’s fingertips as she hooked her thumbs under Brie’s bikini bottoms. The fabric, soaked and stretched thin, offered little resistance. With a sharp downward yank and a sickening rip, Billie tore them away. then Billie’s fingers plunged, thick with mud, straight into Brie’s clit. The invasion was brutal, shocking; mud packed her folds, scraping sensitive flesh. Brie screamed, muffled still by Billie’s other hand pressing her face deeper into the filth. Two fingers worked inside her, twisting, spreading. Billie leaned close, grinding her hips against Brie’s thigh. “Now it’s inside. Feel that?

And Brie started to feel it. Not just the gritty sludge filling her, scraping raw—but a deep, clawing panic. Billie’s fingers shoved deeper, knuckle-deep into her tight hole, twisting sideways to stretch her wider.  Each thrust pulsed through Brie’s belly, dragging a shuddering gasp. Her hips jerked involuntarily, grinding against Billie’s thigh as the friction sparked something. Sweat mixed with filth on her forehead as her muscles clenched around Billie’s invading hand. She couldn’t bite back a choked sob—part pain, part horrifying pleasure—as Billie’s thumb circled her clit, rough and demanding.

Then the shudders intensified. Violent tremors seized Brie’s entire frame. Her legs kicked wildly. Her shoulders hunched forward as if curling away. It wasn’t just the invasion—it was the heat blooming low in her belly, spreading through her veins. She fought it, teeth gritting against the sensation. The taunt twisted with every thrust. Brie screamed into the sludge, her spine arching. Pleasure ripped through her—sharp, unwanted—as she bucked against Billie’s grip. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Billie felt it. The clenching muscles around her fingers, the desperate jerk of Brie’s hips. A cruel laugh escaped Billie’s lips. "There it is," she snarled, grinding harder against Brie’s thigh. Mud coated her knuckles as she twisted deeper. "Filthy bitch." She hauled Brie’s head back by the hair. Mud sluiced off Brie’s face—her eyes wide, cheeks streaked brown. Billie shoved two filthy fingers deeper into Brie’s mouth. "Taste yourself." Grit scraped Brie’s tongue, mixing with her own bitter salt.

Brie’s eyes fluttered shut. Her body sagged, limp against Billie’s chest. The brutal thrusts hadn’t stopped—each one still pulsed through her—but her struggles ceased. Her arms hung slack, fingers trailing in the muddy water. Billie’s lips curled into a vicious smile. She released Brie’s hair, letting her slump face-first into the sludge. Brie didn’t resist. Mud filled her nostrils again, thick and suffocating, but she lay still. A low whimper escaped her—soft, broken. Her thighs trembled, not from fighting now, but from surrender. The crowd’s roar faded to a dull buzz in her ears.

Billie shoved her fingers deeper, twisting hard. Brie’s hips jerked once more—a final, involuntary spasm—before she went utterly slack. Only then did Billie pull her hand free with a wet, sucking sound. Mud and slickness coated her knuckles. She rolled Brie onto her back. Brie’s eyelids fluttered open halfway, unfocused. Mud streaked her gaping mouth, her slack jaw. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths. Billie pressed her palm flat against Brie’s sternum, feeling the frantic heartbeat beneath the filth. "Pathetic," Billie spat, wiping her hand on Brie’s mud-smeared stomach. She leaned close."Remember this. Every time you look in the mirror."

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Celebrity Fights- Stories / Re: Mud Bath Match: Billie Eilish vs Brie Larson

« Last post by oddities on November 19, 2025, 11:50:50 PM »

her jawline. Her cheek pressed against Billie’s mud-caked ribs. Neither moved. Their stillness painted a strange picture: limbs tangled, wet hair matted flat, bodies gleaming dully under the harsh sun. Mud clung to their curves like a second skin—filling bikini cups, caking hips, outlining every dip and swell.

Brie didn't hold back as she mumbled to Billie, "You big tit cxnt." Mud sloshed around them as Billie’s fingers dug into Brie’s slippery thigh. The cold sludge seeped deeper into their bikini bottoms, gritty and invasive. Brie shifted her weight, knees pressing harder into Billie’s hips, ignoring the muffled groans beneath her. Billie’s legs kicked weakly, churning brown water that slapped against Brie’s stomach. The earthy stench filled Brie’s nostrils.

Suddenly, Brie’s hands shot forward. Not toward Billie’s shoulders or hair—but lower. Her fingers plunged into the thick mud coating Billie’s breasts, sinking into the cold, yielding flesh beneath. Billie gasped, eyes widening as fingers curling around the soft swell.

Brie hauled upward, heaving Billie’s torso clear of the muck. Billie’s back arched violently, mud streaming off her stomach as her melons jiggled wildly in Brie’s grip. The crowd’s cheers turned wild. She used the leverage to pull Billie to her feet by her tits. Billie screamed, her voice raw and frantic, fingers clawing at Brie’s wrists as she stumbled upright.  Sludge spilled between their bodies, gritty bits scraping skin. Brie’s thumbs dug into the underside of Billie’s breasts, lifting her  to her feet.

Billie twisted free and shoved Brie backward. Brie’s foot slipped on the slick ramp, arms windmilling. Billie didn’t let her fall. Instead, grabbing Brie’s shoulders again. "You think this ends with you on top?" Mud slapped against Brie’s ribs as Billie leaned in, her eyes blazing. "Look at yourself.  I’m still standing." Her lips brushed Brie’s ear, voice a low. "You won’t win, Larson. Not today. Not ever."

Brie’s laugh was cold, hollow. She spat a glob of brown sludge in Billie's face.

"Standing?" Her gaze dropped deliberately to Billie’s mud-streaked breasts. "Only because I let you use those." She sneered, lifting her chin. "Like you always do. Whore."

Billie’s fist flew—a blur of brown sludge. Brie ducked sideways, the punch grazing her temple. Mud sprayed. They staggered apart, chests heaving. The crowd roared. Billie lunged again, fingers hooked like claws, aiming for Brie’s scalp. Brie caught her wrist, twisting hard. Billie   stumbled. Their bodies slammed together, slick skin sliding, breasts mashing against each other in a gritty embrace. Brie’s free hand shot down, fingers digging into the waistband of Billie’s bikini bottoms. She yanked.  Mud rushed between Billie's thighs. Up her ass crack, into her folds, gritty and shocking. Her bare hips gleamed under the sun, mud streaking her pale skin. She instinctively hunched, trying to shield herself. The crowd surged against the fence, chanting louder. Billie scrambled backward, slipping. Her hands flew to cover her luscious ass, but brown water swirled around her waist. Her tits bounced, heavy and mud-slicked.

"You bitch!"

Brie stuck her tongue down Billie's throat. It wasn't passion—it was invasion. A gritty, muddy shove past Billie's lips, filling her mouth. Billie gagged. Brie jerked back,

"How's that for talent?" she rasped, wiping her mouth with a muddy forearm. Billie clawed at her own throat, coughing.

Brie scrambled up the slippery incline. Her muscles screamed, every limb trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline. Mud slid off her thighs in thick sheets, exposing streaks of pale skin beneath. Below her, Billie remained trapped waist-deep, doubled over, retching violently. The gritty kiss seemed to have unleashed something.

"Get back here BITCH!" Billie screamed

Brie stopped. A  win didn't mean anything if Billie was still standing.

"You keep talking," Brie sneered, turning back slowly. Her eyes traced Billie's mud-streaked hips. A chill crept into Brie's voice, sharp as broken glass. "But I know what'll make you shut up forever." She waded closer, each step deliberate, her gaze locked below Billie's waist. "Gonna crawl inside you." The words slithered out, low and venomous. "Fill every hole with mud—and worse. Betcha scream prettier then. Betcha those tits bounce real nice."

Billie froze mid-cough, eyes widening. Her hands instinctively clutched her bikini bottoms, knuckles white. Mud clumped in her pubic hair, slick and gritty. She remembered Brie's invasive fingers digging into her breasts—cold, demanding.

The crowd roared louder, sensing a shift. Someone yelled, "Show us!"

Billie braced, sinking deeper into the sludge.

"You think mud's bad?" Billie hissed, her voice raspy but venomous. Her eyes locked onto Brie's, ignoring the crowd’s feverish chants. "I'll pin you right here." She slapped her own mud-caked thigh with a wet smack. "Spread those legs wide." Billie’s grin twisted, predatory. "Make you cum so hard you drown in it. Bet you’d like that—filthy slut."

Brie’s nostrils flared. Without warning, she lunged.  Mud flung in heavy arcs, splattering Billie’s chest. Billie met her halfway. They collided chest-first, breasts mashing together in a slick, gritty embrace. The impact drove them sideways, stumbling into the deeper pit center.

Their tangled forms rolled through thick brown sludge. Billie’s knee slammed into Brie’s ribs. Brie retaliated, biting Billie’s shoulder. Billie screamed, clawing at Brie’s scalp.

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Celebrity Fights- Stories / Re: Mud Bath Match: Billie Eilish vs Brie Larson

« Last post by oddities on November 19, 2025, 11:50:14 PM »

bewildered, mud dripping from her chin. "Who threw that?" she rasped, scanning the shouting crowd pressed against the fence. Brie seized the distraction. Lunging low, she grabbed Billie’s ankle and yanked upward. Billie shrieked, arms flailing as her leg lifted high, spraying mud droplets everywhere. She crashed backward with a deep, wet *splosh*, swallowing a mouthful of gritty sludge. Brie scrambled atop her, knees sinking into Billie’s thighs.

"Still funny?" Brie snarled, her voice raw. Before Billie could twist away, Brie’s hands clamped hard onto her shoulders, pinning her deeper into the yielding muck. Billie gasped, mud seeping into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, cold and thick. Brie shoved Billie’s head down. Billie’s scream became a choked gurgle as her face plunged beneath the brown surface. Mud closed over her eyes, nostrils, and mouth—a suffocating embrace tasting of earth and decay. Brie held her there, knuckles white, muscles trembling. Three seconds. Five. Bubbles erupted violently around Billie’s hair. Brie hauled her back up, gasping. Billie exploded from the sludge, coughing violently. Brown water streamed from her hair and nose, plastering strands to her flushed cheeks. Her chest heaved as she spat out gritty sludge, "You—

But Brie didn’t let her finish.  She shoved Billie down again. This time, Billie’s legs kicked wildly, churning the mud into frothy whirlpools. Her fingers scratched blindly against Brie’s slippery thighs, Brie counted silently—*one Mississippi, two Mississippi*—feeling the frantic thrashing beneath her palms. When she finally yanked Billie up again, Billie retched, spitting muddy water onto her own chest.

"Say it," Brie yelled.

Billie refused.

Brie slapped her in the back of the head.

"SAY IT!"

Billie coughed, spraying mud flecks. Her lungs burned, "..never!"  her voice thick with sludge.

"Wrong answer!" Brie roared. She shoved Billie’s head down again.

Billie fought harder this time. Her hands clawed desperately through the muddy water, finding  Brie’s waist just as her face submerged. She heaved Brie over her shoulders and stood up, gulping air and grabbing Brie’s arms with Brie draped across her shoulders. Mud streamed off both bodies. Brie hung limp, gasping, her face dangling, hair dragging through the sludge. Billie wobbled, her own legs trembling from exhaustion and the sucking mud, but her grip was fierce. She turned slowly toward the cheering crowd, Brie’s weight straining her shoulders.

"SEE?" Billie screamed hoarsely, her voice cracking. She bounced slightly, jostling Brie and jiggling her ass cheeks.

Brie groaned, her arms flailing weakly, mud dripping from her fingertips onto Billie’s muddy back.

Billie executed a fireman carry slam, sending Brie back-first into the muck of the escape ramp. Mud surged over Brie's ribs and throat as Billie pinned her wrists beside her head. The crowd roared louder, clattering against the chain-link fence. Billie scooped a palmful of thick slurry— gritty with pebbles—and pressed it over Brie's mouth. "Swallow," she hissed, grinding the sludge between Brie's struggling lips. "Swallow everything!" Brie choked, eyes squeezing shut as earthy grit coated her tongue. Her legs kicked uselessly, churning brown froth. Billie released her and crawled up the slick escape ramp, her half-naked body dragging through mud. Mud caked her breasts, streaking her stomach brown. Each movement was agony—her thighs burned. Brie lunged, grabbing Billie's ankle. Billie kicked back wildly—her heel connecting with Brie's jaw—but she wouldn't let go.

Brie was snarling, lips peeled back, teeth crusted with mud like a rabid animal. She pulled Billie backward down the ramp, ignoring the kick that snapped her head sideways. Her eyes flashed—pure rage burning through the filth plastered on her face. She straddled her lower back, pinning her chest deep in cold sludge as she wrapped both hands in Billie's tangled, muddy hair.
"You," Brie spat, voice raw and ragged, "are going to eat dirt!"

She shoved Billie's head down. Billie's scream cut off abruptly as her face plunged beneath the murky surface. Bubbles erupted violently around her hairline. Feeling Billie's body buck beneath her, the muddy water churned where Billie's nose and mouth were buried.

Brie leaned forward, increasing the pressure. Her knees dug into Billie's hips as she snarled, "Eat it!" Mud flowed into Billie's ears. Her arms thrashed, fingers raking through thick sludge,

Billie's elbow jerked back wildly—aimless at first—then slammed hard into Brie's ribs. The blow knocked the air from Brie's lungs. She gasped, loosening her grip. Billie heaved upward, exploding back into the air, coughing, spraying brown water.

They scrambled backwards simultaneously. The slick escape ramp offered little footing—their feet slid sideways. Mud slurped greedily at their calves, pulling them closer together as they struggled to stand. Billie slipped first, crashing onto her hip with a wet thud. Brie stumbled over her, landing hard on Billie's stomach. Her head lolled back, hitting the muddy slope. They lay tangled, chests heaving, slick brown skin pressed against slick brown skin. Mud oozed into every crevice—seeping under bikini straps, pooling in the hollow of Billie's throat. Brie’s ragged breath on Billie's shoulder as she tried to push herself up, but her trembling arms buckled. They sagged together again, utterly spent. Around them, the roiled mud settled slowly into thick, lazy ripples.

A cheer erupted as the spectators leaned closer against the chain-link fence. Billie’s eyelids fluttered.  Numbness was spreading across her bruised breasts. Beside her, Brie coughed weakly, spewing gritty sludge onto Billie's thigh. A thick brown streak ran from Brie’s temple to

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Celebrity Fights- Stories / Mud Bath Match: Billie Eilish vs Brie Larson

« Last post by oddities on November 19, 2025, 11:49:33 PM »

Billie shifted her weight, mud sucking at her ankles. Opposite her, Brie stood shin-deep in the murky water, breathing hard. Billie’s soaked bikini top strained against curves Brie hadn’t truly registered before. They filled her vision, round and heavy under thin fabric, droplets clinging to smooth skin. Brie blinked, tearing her gaze upward. Billie’s smirk widened. "What’re you staring at?"

"Just thinking about how those got you where you are, and that it's hilarious if you think it's because of any talent," Brie said. Mud sloshed around her as she took a step forward.

Billie’s smile vanished, replaced by anger. Without warning, Billie lunged, grabbing fistfuls of Brie’s damp hair. They crashed sideways into the thick sludge with a wet, heavy slap. Mud surged upward, coating Brie’s shoulder as she gasped, the cold muck shocking her skin. Brie twisted violently, breaking Billie’s hold. She scrambled backwards, slick filth sliding down her stomach, but Billie followed fast. They grappled again, fingers slipping on wet skin as Billie shoved Brie hard. Brie stumbled, losing her footing. As she fell, a thick wave of brown ooze surged over her chest. It poured into the shallow valley between her tits, filling her bikini top with gritty, heavy coldness. She shuddered, gagging slightly at the earthy smell as mud seeped everywhere.

'You think I'm a joke?" Billie snarled, pinning Brie’s shoulders.

Brie thrashed, arching her back, muscles straining against Billie’s surprising strength. Her thighs churned violently through the mud, sending dark splatters soaring. Billie growled and leaned down sharply. Using her weight, she drove Brie’s face forward, right into her humongous breasts, slamming wetly against Brie’s nose and mouth. The softness enveloped Brie’s face completely, muffling her shout instantly. Brie inhaled sharply—a strange mix of wet cotton bikini, Billie’s faint perfume, and the thick swamp smell.

“Lick!” Billie barked, pressing harder. Mud oozed between her own breasts onto Brie’s forehead. “Lick my boob crack clean! Every bit!” Billie’s voice was sharp, commanding, full of hot fury. “You wanna mock how I got here? Prove you’re better. Lick. It. Clean.” Her fingers dug painfully into Brie’s shoulders, pinning her deeper into the filthy pool. Muddy water lapped at Brie’s chin and filled her ears. Billie bounced slightly, grinding her chest harder against Brie.

But Brie refused to. She clamped her mouth shut, lips pressing into the slick mud coating Billie's skin. The earthy grit filled her nostrils as Billie's tits smothered her airway. Panic flared—cold mud water sloshed against her throat, threatening to creep higher. Brie wrenched her head sideways, gasping foul-tasting air. "Fuck OFF!" she choked, spitting out sludge. Her hands scrabbled beneath the murk, fingers sinking into Billie's bare hip. She dug her nails hard into soft flesh.

Billie yelped, staggering back. "Bitch!" Mud flew as Brie surged up, grabbing Billie's shoulders. She shoved backward violently, leveraging her weight. Billie's arms windmilled—her eyes wide—before crashing onto her back with a heavy *thwump*. Brown water erupted upward, soaking both of them fresh. Before Billie could move, Brie straddled her waist, pinning her down. Brie's dripping hair hung like a curtain as she leaned close, breathing hard. "Want them shoved somewhere?" Her voice was low, dangerous. She gripped Billie's bikini top—thin fabric stretched taut—and yanked it sideways, exposing  wet, mud-streaked tits as Billie gasped, her skin pebbling with cold and shock.

Brie swung her fist. Not a slap—a hard, knuckled punch aimed squarely at Billie's right tit. Flesh jiggling violently. Billie arched her back. Brie punched the left one—same force, same sickening impact. Mud splattered across Billie's tits and nipples.

"Still hilarious?" Brie hissed, drawing her arm back again. Billie whimpered, trembling beneath her, the cold sludge seeping into her scalp. Each punch radiated deep.

Her knuckles slammed into the soft swell again. Billie’s nipple puckered tight against the chill, mud-streaked skin.  Billie gasped, eyes watering. Brie hammered down relentlessly—ape-like, —her own shoulders hunched forward, breath ragged. Mud caked her knuckles, grinding into Billie’s flesh with each brutal impact. Brie's grunts drowned out Billie’s sobs.

A tinny clang echoed across the pit. An empty pie pan—glinting dully under the harsh sun—bounced off Brie's shoulder blade before plopping into the muck near Billie's head.. Brie froze mid-swing, head snapping sideways. Across the pit's edge, a guy gripped the chain-link fence, screaming fight fight fight with all the other spectators.

Brie's muddy fingers wrapped around the pie pan's cold metal handle. She plunged it deep into the slurry beside Billie's hip. Mud gurgled as she hauled it up, brimming with thick, dripping sludge. Billie whimpered, trying to shield her aching breasts with trembling arms. "Don't—" she choked, mud flecking her lips. Brie ignored her.

But before Brie could use it, Billie kicked her shin. The pain buckled Brie, and she collapsed face-first into the mud pie. Brown slop splashed everywhere, filling her mouth and eyes. Billie scrambled sideways, gulping air as she clutched her throbbing chest. The cold sludge felt like icy rocks against her bruised skin. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each inhale thick with the smell of wet earth and her own salty tears. Across from her, Brie spat out chunks of mud, her eyes burning red as she wiped brown streaks off her face.

Their movements churned the pool into thick, sucking swirls. Mud climbed their thighs like greedy hands as they struggled upright. Billie scooped a handful of glutinous filth—cold, gritty lumps squeezing through her fingers. She hurled it wildly. It slapped Brie’s collarbone, splattering dark flecks up her neck. Brie retaliated instantly, flinging a heavier clod. Billie ducked too slowly; it struck her shoulder with a wet thud, stinging her skin. They were sinking deeper now, mud slurping at their hips. Every step dragged like wading through cold cement.

A sudden *splash-thwack* made both flinch. A red plastic bucket—small, dented, like a child's beach toy—bounced off Billie's butt and spun away on the murky surface. Billie stared at it,

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Celebrity Fights- Polls / Re: Elle Fanning vs Bryce Dallas Howard: assfight

« Last post by de Trixah on November 19, 2025, 11:42:07 PM »

Bryce DallASS flattenes Elle's ass