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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Ramming tits to kick out of the beach
« Last post by Jen_assfighter on December 18, 2025, 03:58:16 PM »
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: rookie /newcomer of the year 2025
« Last post by Melinda (Mia) Isabella on December 18, 2025, 02:37:14 PM »"You fucking BITCH!!" As I feel the burning sensation in my scalp and neck as you yank my hair, then just like me, my left cheek takes not one, but two hard punches to the side of my face "Ugh! Ugh!" as we jerk and spin around bumping into othed contestants that are there for the tournament!!
I give my right hand a twist as your long dark hair flips over my wrist and hand and I yank again downward on your head as I start throwing hard left uppercuts to your face as your forced to look downward while I jerking your head "BAM! BAM!" and my left finds its target as your head jerks upward from each nasty uppercut!
"Bleed for me bitch! Let me see you bleed for me!!"
I give my right hand a twist as your long dark hair flips over my wrist and hand and I yank again downward on your head as I start throwing hard left uppercuts to your face as your forced to look downward while I jerking your head "BAM! BAM!" and my left finds its target as your head jerks upward from each nasty uppercut!
"Bleed for me bitch! Let me see you bleed for me!!"
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Producer Announcements / Big tit futa cock to cock battle: Jennet vs Camila - NicoleWrestles
« Last post by NicoleRaul on December 18, 2025, 02:16:39 PM »Big tit futa cock to cock battle: Jennet vs Camila
Watch these two massive-titted futas lock horns in a filthy cock-to-cock showdown! Jennet's thick brunette shaft grinds viciously against Camila's veiny pink-haired monster, sword-bumping and frotting like savage sluts. "Your pathetic dick's gonna burst before mine, bitch!" Jennet snarls, while Camila retorts, "I'm gonna milk that weak cum out of you!" Tits heaving, cocks throbbing—they hump, slap, and tease until one explodes in defeat. Who cums first and loses? Unlock the vid to witness the messy finish!
GET IT HERE: https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/217359/32536413/big-tit-futa-cock-to-cock-battle-jennet-vs-camila-hd
VISIT STORE: https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/217359/nicolewrestles
Watch these two massive-titted futas lock horns in a filthy cock-to-cock showdown! Jennet's thick brunette shaft grinds viciously against Camila's veiny pink-haired monster, sword-bumping and frotting like savage sluts. "Your pathetic dick's gonna burst before mine, bitch!" Jennet snarls, while Camila retorts, "I'm gonna milk that weak cum out of you!" Tits heaving, cocks throbbing—they hump, slap, and tease until one explodes in defeat. Who cums first and loses? Unlock the vid to witness the messy finish!
GET IT HERE: https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/217359/32536413/big-tit-futa-cock-to-cock-battle-jennet-vs-camila-hd
VISIT STORE: https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/217359/nicolewrestles
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Annette Walters vs FieryHouseWife (Mistress vs Wife Rematch)
« Last post by TheFieryHousewife on December 18, 2025, 12:19:08 PM »Slowly rising from the floor, I steady myself on shaky legs. The frenetic nature of my struggle with Annette leaving me breathless. A quick glimpse at Annette's dishevelled appearance tells me she's feeling it too. She accepts a flute of champagne from Jack with a warm smile; dropping her hand and idly stroking his cock while she sips her drink.
All three of us reeling from what just happened. Rallying before renewing hostilities. The room silent save for the soft scuffle of Annette's hand lazily running up and down the length of my husband's hardness. Eyeing me defiantly as she stokes his passion. She raises an eyebrow and smirks just as she squeezes his shaft below the glans, causing the head of his cock to bulge obscenely. Jack screws his eyes shut; concentrating hard to stave of another orgasm.
"Mmmmmmmmmm very yummmy, almost as yummy as you baby!!"
I feel my temper rise again as Annette goads me with more of her whorish moaning. Running her wet fingers along her plumps lips and using our collected juices like lip gloss. She looks ravenous and triumphant. An insatiable slut who'll stop at nothing to take Jack from me. The need to challenge her sexually swells as I quash the contents of my own flute in three hasty gulps. The sudden influx of alcohol sending my already lowered inhibitions crashing through the floor. A surge of bitchiness takes hold as the pleasant fizz of bubbles lights up my senses.
So, this bitch wants to play games?!
Let's play...
I casually toss the emptied flute over my shoulder towards the sink; giggling as the expensive crystal shatters in the washbasin. Annette's smirk vanishes as she considers the cost; stepping towards me with purpose. I raise my hand and splay my fingers; my challenge implicit. Annette understands and does likewise. We tentatively interlace our fingers; my right hand joining hers. She slowly raises her left hand and I slip my fingers between hers and squeeze.
Digging my feet into the carpet and bracing as I push against her. Testing my strength against hers. Our shoulders bunching and back muscles rippling as we push against one another. Slowly shuffling in a clockwise circle with interlocked hands raised high above our shoulders in a brutish test of strength; our breasts swaying and asses flexing with each step. Each of us strategically giving ground and then surging forward in sporadic bursts. Attempting to muscle each other into submission.
Each of us glaring at the other in a primal test of strength and willpower. Our muscles tiring with the effort required to sustain such an effort. Our shoulders aching as lactic acid builds and our arms begin to tire and tremor.
"Slap!"
"Slap!"
"Ladies... Not yet... Not until I say so..."
The sharp sting of Jack's hand slapping my ass shocks me. Annette yelps in surprise as his palm lashes her ass too. But our rivalry burns too bright for either of us to stop. Too intense for even Jack to assert his authority over us. We stay locked in battle; refusing to part. Disobedient even to the pleas of the man we both love. But Jack knows us both intimately.
He knows how to bring his warring women to heel...
Grabbing the long neck of the champagne bottle, Jack plugs the top with his thumb before shaking it vigorously. The bubbles fizz violently in the bottle as the rest of the champagne froths upwards into a creamy foam. He lowers the neck of the bottle towards us and unplugs the top, as fizzy champagne surges violently from the spout. The cold, golden liquid lashing our naked bodies; running in rivulets down our faces and over our tits. Our long, damp hair sticking stubbornly to our skin as we spring apart in shock; the cold beverage startling both of us.
"That's better... Don't forget ladies... Remember who's in charge..."
We stare at each other and take a second to ready ourselves for more. Finally relenting and giving Jack our begrudging obedience. Soft skin wet with golden champagne. The demure housewife and refined mistress long gone. Replaced by two wild and feral women prepared to compete sexually and physically until one of us gives...
Jack clears his throat and gives us leave to fight for him.
"Now Ladies... Fight for me... Show me how much you want it... Make her your bitch!"
YT
All three of us reeling from what just happened. Rallying before renewing hostilities. The room silent save for the soft scuffle of Annette's hand lazily running up and down the length of my husband's hardness. Eyeing me defiantly as she stokes his passion. She raises an eyebrow and smirks just as she squeezes his shaft below the glans, causing the head of his cock to bulge obscenely. Jack screws his eyes shut; concentrating hard to stave of another orgasm.
"Mmmmmmmmmm very yummmy, almost as yummy as you baby!!"
I feel my temper rise again as Annette goads me with more of her whorish moaning. Running her wet fingers along her plumps lips and using our collected juices like lip gloss. She looks ravenous and triumphant. An insatiable slut who'll stop at nothing to take Jack from me. The need to challenge her sexually swells as I quash the contents of my own flute in three hasty gulps. The sudden influx of alcohol sending my already lowered inhibitions crashing through the floor. A surge of bitchiness takes hold as the pleasant fizz of bubbles lights up my senses.
So, this bitch wants to play games?!
Let's play...
I casually toss the emptied flute over my shoulder towards the sink; giggling as the expensive crystal shatters in the washbasin. Annette's smirk vanishes as she considers the cost; stepping towards me with purpose. I raise my hand and splay my fingers; my challenge implicit. Annette understands and does likewise. We tentatively interlace our fingers; my right hand joining hers. She slowly raises her left hand and I slip my fingers between hers and squeeze.
Digging my feet into the carpet and bracing as I push against her. Testing my strength against hers. Our shoulders bunching and back muscles rippling as we push against one another. Slowly shuffling in a clockwise circle with interlocked hands raised high above our shoulders in a brutish test of strength; our breasts swaying and asses flexing with each step. Each of us strategically giving ground and then surging forward in sporadic bursts. Attempting to muscle each other into submission.
Each of us glaring at the other in a primal test of strength and willpower. Our muscles tiring with the effort required to sustain such an effort. Our shoulders aching as lactic acid builds and our arms begin to tire and tremor.
"Slap!"
"Slap!"
"Ladies... Not yet... Not until I say so..."
The sharp sting of Jack's hand slapping my ass shocks me. Annette yelps in surprise as his palm lashes her ass too. But our rivalry burns too bright for either of us to stop. Too intense for even Jack to assert his authority over us. We stay locked in battle; refusing to part. Disobedient even to the pleas of the man we both love. But Jack knows us both intimately.
He knows how to bring his warring women to heel...
Grabbing the long neck of the champagne bottle, Jack plugs the top with his thumb before shaking it vigorously. The bubbles fizz violently in the bottle as the rest of the champagne froths upwards into a creamy foam. He lowers the neck of the bottle towards us and unplugs the top, as fizzy champagne surges violently from the spout. The cold, golden liquid lashing our naked bodies; running in rivulets down our faces and over our tits. Our long, damp hair sticking stubbornly to our skin as we spring apart in shock; the cold beverage startling both of us.
"That's better... Don't forget ladies... Remember who's in charge..."
We stare at each other and take a second to ready ourselves for more. Finally relenting and giving Jack our begrudging obedience. Soft skin wet with golden champagne. The demure housewife and refined mistress long gone. Replaced by two wild and feral women prepared to compete sexually and physically until one of us gives...
Jack clears his throat and gives us leave to fight for him.
"Now Ladies... Fight for me... Show me how much you want it... Make her your bitch!"
YT
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Producer Announcements / RNW0149 Domi vs Bagheera Titfight
« Last post by MrRain on December 18, 2025, 09:34:54 AM »https://rainnudewrestling.com/videos/159-rnw0149-domi-vs-bagheera-titfight or https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/234935/32323273/rnw0149-domi-vs-bagheera-titfight
Two busty European brawlers battle in a titfight as Domi takes on Bagheera.
Both ladies have fantastic breasts which are going to take a mauling as they mash them together, bite them and attempt to destroy the breasts of their opponent.
One girl's breasts prove inferior and she is led around by her hair before her opponent puts her in the humiliating milking position.
Two busty European brawlers battle in a titfight as Domi takes on Bagheera.
Both ladies have fantastic breasts which are going to take a mauling as they mash them together, bite them and attempt to destroy the breasts of their opponent.
One girl's breasts prove inferior and she is led around by her hair before her opponent puts her in the humiliating milking position.
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Producer Announcements / Holiday Request: Denied
« Last post by FEMMEFIGHT on December 18, 2025, 09:01:07 AM »Holiday Request: Denied
The meeting in the executive office was short, sharp, and brutal. Charley Atwell, the brunette boss, sat behind her desk with a sneer of absolute authority, delivering the bad news to her blonde filing clerk, Louise Jones. There would be no holidays this year. But Charley didn't stop at crushing Louise's plans; she decided to crush her spirit, too. She leaned forward, dripping with disdain, and told Louise she was far too lazy to deserve a break, capping the insult by sneering that Louise "dressed cheaply" and lowered the tone of the office.
That was the spark that burned the office down. Louise didn't file a complaint; she filed a fist. The insult to her wardrobe was the final straw. She lunged across the desk, grabbing the boss by her "expensive" blouse, and the brawl was on. The office transformed instantly into an arena of shredding fabric and flying limbs.
If Charley thought Louise's clothes were cheap, she certainly helped remove them quickly enough. In the heat of the struggle, professional attire was ripped apart. Blouses were torn open, buttons pinging off the walls like bullets. Skirts were yanked and discarded as the two women wrestled furiously on the floor. Louise fought with the rage of the oppressed, tearing at Charley’s clothes to prove that the boss looked just the same as the clerk when stripped down to her lingerie. They rolled across the carpet, a tangle of stockings and torn silk, turning a performance review into a raw, half-naked battle for dignity where the only thing being filed was a very physical grievance.
https://femmefight.com/
The meeting in the executive office was short, sharp, and brutal. Charley Atwell, the brunette boss, sat behind her desk with a sneer of absolute authority, delivering the bad news to her blonde filing clerk, Louise Jones. There would be no holidays this year. But Charley didn't stop at crushing Louise's plans; she decided to crush her spirit, too. She leaned forward, dripping with disdain, and told Louise she was far too lazy to deserve a break, capping the insult by sneering that Louise "dressed cheaply" and lowered the tone of the office.
That was the spark that burned the office down. Louise didn't file a complaint; she filed a fist. The insult to her wardrobe was the final straw. She lunged across the desk, grabbing the boss by her "expensive" blouse, and the brawl was on. The office transformed instantly into an arena of shredding fabric and flying limbs.
If Charley thought Louise's clothes were cheap, she certainly helped remove them quickly enough. In the heat of the struggle, professional attire was ripped apart. Blouses were torn open, buttons pinging off the walls like bullets. Skirts were yanked and discarded as the two women wrestled furiously on the floor. Louise fought with the rage of the oppressed, tearing at Charley’s clothes to prove that the boss looked just the same as the clerk when stripped down to her lingerie. They rolled across the carpet, a tangle of stockings and torn silk, turning a performance review into a raw, half-naked battle for dignity where the only thing being filed was a very physical grievance.
https://femmefight.com/
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: rookie /newcomer of the year 2025
« Last post by Emma Elizabeth on December 18, 2025, 08:46:07 AM »"Oh thats exactly how I planned on fucking you up bitch!!" as I scream out in pain when you yank your left hand out of my hair and then slam your fist into the side of my face not once but twice!!
I tighten my grip with my right hand in your hair and then yank it out of your hair and head as well and I squeeze my right hand into a tight fist and send my own two hard right fisted punches smashing into the left side of your face!! Yt
I tighten my grip with my right hand in your hair and then yank it out of your hair and head as well and I squeeze my right hand into a tight fist and send my own two hard right fisted punches smashing into the left side of your face!! Yt
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Live Action Clips / Re: Lost Videos
« Last post by Jen_assfighter on December 18, 2025, 07:09:27 AM »VK are the Nazis of the catfight sites!! I was a member for a very long time. Then some bozo filed a complaint against me, and I was out!! Banned for life!!! No appeal!! No second chance!! No Defense!! All it takes is some asshole filing a complaint, and you're banned!!!!! Fuck VK< and everyone who runs it!!So putin?
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Annette Walters vs FieryHouseWife (Mistress vs Wife Rematch)
« Last post by Annette Walters on December 18, 2025, 07:05:06 AM »"Oooooooooooohhhhhhh Jaaaaaaackkkk!!" I moan out purposefully and sensually as Jacks thick throbbing cock took care of my tight pink swollen and aching pussy first, and I made sure that you absolutely knew he took care of me before you bitch!! as my moans were as much pleasurable as on purpose!!
My body still twitching and quivering from my multiple orgasms that Jack had given me while I was ontop of his whore of a wife, but as much as I loved getting pounded by Jacks throbbing cock, I hate and despise the fact that bitch also got to enjoy the pleasure of his thick veiny shaft, and as ww both now lay on our backs next to each other, sweaty, glazed over with Jacks cum on us both as well as his musty masculine scent, we have broken as Jack requested for a sip of champagne, and as he hands us both the bubble filled glasses, my mind is racing at getting my claws back in that bitch Riley!!
My slender fingers of my right hand wrap around the stem of the glass as I tap Jacks glass toasting him while breathing heavily as I smile and blow him a kiss, as my left hand grabs Jacks throbbing juice covered cock and I stroke it slowly as I glare at Riley with udder contempt, as I bring the champagne glass up to my full pouty lips, the same lips that had been pressed against that bitches, and I continue stroking Jacks cock as I take a drink of the bubbly filled glass!
"Mmmmmmmmmm very yummmy, almost as yummy as you baby!!"
as my left hand strokes Jack one more time before bringing my hand and fingers up to my lips as I run cum covered fingers along my upper and lower lip before slipping each one into my mouth sucking them off!! Yt
My body still twitching and quivering from my multiple orgasms that Jack had given me while I was ontop of his whore of a wife, but as much as I loved getting pounded by Jacks throbbing cock, I hate and despise the fact that bitch also got to enjoy the pleasure of his thick veiny shaft, and as ww both now lay on our backs next to each other, sweaty, glazed over with Jacks cum on us both as well as his musty masculine scent, we have broken as Jack requested for a sip of champagne, and as he hands us both the bubble filled glasses, my mind is racing at getting my claws back in that bitch Riley!!
My slender fingers of my right hand wrap around the stem of the glass as I tap Jacks glass toasting him while breathing heavily as I smile and blow him a kiss, as my left hand grabs Jacks throbbing juice covered cock and I stroke it slowly as I glare at Riley with udder contempt, as I bring the champagne glass up to my full pouty lips, the same lips that had been pressed against that bitches, and I continue stroking Jacks cock as I take a drink of the bubbly filled glass!
"Mmmmmmmmmm very yummmy, almost as yummy as you baby!!"
as my left hand strokes Jack one more time before bringing my hand and fingers up to my lips as I run cum covered fingers along my upper and lower lip before slipping each one into my mouth sucking them off!! Yt
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / New Girl vs Manager
« Last post by jozzan22 on December 18, 2025, 06:46:28 AM »Nothing better than a work feud being resolved by a good old catfight. The New Girl (left) is a petite 19yo who thinks she can do as she wishes because she fk the owner. Little that she knows the owner has more than one mistress in the company. Her manager (right) is one of those. She's on her mid 20's and wouldn't be the first time she beat a new girl to show who's boss.
At the owner's beach house they were both summoned, to solve this dispute in a competitive catfight. They both want a piece of each other so they show up eager to make a impression.
Who wins?
The Manager (right) is a bit taller
At the owner's beach house they were both summoned, to solve this dispute in a competitive catfight. They both want a piece of each other so they show up eager to make a impression.
Who wins?
The Manager (right) is a bit taller
