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« Last post by Jamie Lynn on January 15, 2026, 04:08:49 PM »
The ladies room echoes with raw, filthy symphony: wet flesh slapping hard, choked moans, furious growls, the sharp click-clack of stilettos stalking across tiles, and every few seconds—venomous taunts and curses slicing through the steam.
“Yeah, that’s right—my cxnt’s soaked through,” I hiss, voice dripping with contempt and heat. “But don’t flatter yourself, bitch. This flood? It’s pure excitement from finally getting to wreck you. Has nothing to do with your pathetic body. My pussy’s starving, throbbing, dripping—unlike that useless, shriveled, permanently dry crack between your legs.” “SMACK!” I yank your ass back hard against me, slamming my hips forward so our soaked cxnts collide with brutal force. “Feel that, you worthless slut? Mine’s wetter. Hotter. Burning for this. Because I’m sexier than you’ll ever be—and I fucking hate you more.”
BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!!! BAM!!!
Our pelvises lock tight, grinding viciously, cxnts fused in savage rhythm while our perfect, firm tits smash together relentlessly—over and over, nipples stabbing, flesh stinging, sweat flying.
My right hand abandons your ass, shoots up, and fists your hair in a vicious grip. “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… You don’t deserve to wear the same fucking hairstyle as me, you cheap whore!”
I rip the pins out, yank hard—your head snaps back as I drag you closer by the roots, snarling into your face.