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Celebrity Fights- Polls / Simpson Sisters vs Olsen Twins
« Last post by Oioioi on March 10, 2026, 03:38:24 PM »Who wins?
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Ashley and Mia in a Western Duel
« Last post by Melinda (Mia) Isabella on March 10, 2026, 03:34:19 PM »My timing couldnt have been better when I drove your bloody open mouth and ugly face down hard between my two massive peaks, and now having my arms wrapped around your head like a trap, and my sexy thick thighs wrapped like a boa, it will only be a matter of time before your oxygen is completely cut off and you pass out, allowing me to continue hammering away and making your face even uglier, and while Im enjoying my face smother I have on you as well as my thick thighed leg scissors, I can feel your arms wiggling and slipping throughout all of your leg kicking and splashing!! Yt
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Danielle VS Ellie Beauty Contest
« Last post by JT Edson on March 10, 2026, 03:29:08 PM »Close decision.
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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: Taylor Wayne vs Tanya Danielle
« Last post by JT Edson on March 10, 2026, 03:16:36 PM »Hot to fantasize about. Like you, I wonder if it actually happened.
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Catfight Art / Re: Caught in the Act
« Last post by bcw8 on March 10, 2026, 03:03:41 PM »It was a cliche, really. Melanie came home early and unannounced from her business trip. She knew she and her husband were drifting apart. Their sex life has dwindled to nearly nothing. This was the night she planned to change that - she stripped before entering their bedroom.
Where she found another woman wearing his seed.
Melanie felt fury rise up in her body - but the brunette still stroking her husband’s cock only smirked…and challenged her.
Fighting for her marriage - quite literally.
Where she found another woman wearing his seed.
Melanie felt fury rise up in her body - but the brunette still stroking her husband’s cock only smirked…and challenged her.
Fighting for her marriage - quite literally.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Ashley and Mia in a Western Duel
« Last post by Ashley Allie on March 10, 2026, 02:33:03 PM » As you keep thrusting and squeezing your fat thighs around my waist, alternating with your hooks slamming into each side of my mouth as I gasp for air and cough and choke, only this time when you squeeze your thighs, my mouth spits out blood from my lips as I gasp and scream for air when I feel the painful jolt of you grabbing each side of my hair and then slamming my mouth and face down hard into between both your fat cow tits, my mouth wide open as I gurgle and take in a mouthful of lake water as I feel your arms coil around my head trapping my face between both of your ugly fat tits smothering me and squeezing the air from my waist, as I slowly continue to try and slip my arms out from behind your back, I can feel the sand beginning to move, but my energy and strength is slowly depleting!! Yt
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Biker Bitch Bash: Sonja Vs Jasmine
« Last post by krispin on March 10, 2026, 02:30:50 PM »Jasmine looks larger an stronger
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General Discussion / Re: Just a Heads Up
« Last post by caryn1 on March 10, 2026, 12:42:28 PM »i hope the stories will not be gone
you have so many great ones will take time to copy them
you have so many great ones will take time to copy them
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Ashley and Mia in a Western Duel
« Last post by marlu Queen on March 10, 2026, 12:20:29 PM »I arrive just in time to see the fight between these two busty girls... I approach the lake and can see familiar faces and breasts cheering and pushing each other... I greet Rowdy as I pass between Vicky and Emma
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Message Board Fights / Re: Sinthia wrestles Erin Lee in Erins apartment
« Last post by Sinthia B on March 10, 2026, 11:54:39 AM »I never stop watching you either. The moment you step in, I see the decision in your shoulders before your hands even move. Good. Finally.
Your right hand reaches for the back of my neck, your left taking my elbow, and for a split second I let you think you’ve got exactly what you wanted.
I lean into you.
Not resisting—meeting you.
Your grip finds my neck, warm and firm, and I feel your hand at my elbow trying to control the joint. Strong. Calculated. You’re testing me, just like you said you would. My lips curl into a small, amused smile.
So this is your plan.
“Confident?” I murmur under my breath. “No… just prepared.”
Instead of pulling away, I step deeper into your space. My front foot slides between yours, my shoulder angling toward your chest so your hold can’t quite line up the way you want it to. My left hand comes up fast, catching your wrist at the back of my neck before you can settle it fully, my fingers tightening there—not to break the hold yet, just to interrupt your leverage.
At the same time my other hand shifts down, hooking lightly behind your tricep where you’re holding my elbow.
I can feel the tension between us now—muscle against muscle, weight balanced on the edge of motion.
You wanted to test my strength.
Fine.
I drive forward just a little, not enough to rush, just enough to force you to carry my weight and feel it.
“Careful,” I say quietly, eyes locked on yours. “You might find out why people talk about it.”
Then I start to turn my hips, beginning to redirect the pressure between us, testing whether your stance breaks… or whether you’re about to give me the fight I’ve been hoping for.
Your right hand reaches for the back of my neck, your left taking my elbow, and for a split second I let you think you’ve got exactly what you wanted.
I lean into you.
Not resisting—meeting you.
Your grip finds my neck, warm and firm, and I feel your hand at my elbow trying to control the joint. Strong. Calculated. You’re testing me, just like you said you would. My lips curl into a small, amused smile.
So this is your plan.
“Confident?” I murmur under my breath. “No… just prepared.”
Instead of pulling away, I step deeper into your space. My front foot slides between yours, my shoulder angling toward your chest so your hold can’t quite line up the way you want it to. My left hand comes up fast, catching your wrist at the back of my neck before you can settle it fully, my fingers tightening there—not to break the hold yet, just to interrupt your leverage.
At the same time my other hand shifts down, hooking lightly behind your tricep where you’re holding my elbow.
I can feel the tension between us now—muscle against muscle, weight balanced on the edge of motion.
You wanted to test my strength.
Fine.
I drive forward just a little, not enough to rush, just enough to force you to carry my weight and feel it.
“Careful,” I say quietly, eyes locked on yours. “You might find out why people talk about it.”
Then I start to turn my hips, beginning to redirect the pressure between us, testing whether your stance breaks… or whether you’re about to give me the fight I’ve been hoping for.
