[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I don’t wanna brag but … being a surfer and beach-slash-ocean girl I’m really good at holding my breath underwater. I’ve had lots and lots of practice. So acting like a submarine doing a deep dive should really be a breeze for me. Right? Usually, you betcha. Not this time. Not with a crazed psycho Britch using every bit of strength in her admittedly most def sexy bod trying to keep my head submerged no matter how much I flail and thrash until … until … gulp … the bubbles escaping from my mouth grow less and less and it’s … double gulp … bye bye Lauren.

My thrashing is getting weaker and you must sense that because you release my head allowing me to pop my head up out of the water with a long coughing gasp as I suck in a deep breath of glorious air. Maybe your conscience kicked in and like the Grinch’s heart yours grew just enough to show compassion … or you realized that you would most likely end up with a new orange wardrobe and three hots and a cot.

You grab my ankles and pull me out of the lagoon onto the sand. I’m too weak and hurting and still gasping for air to even resist. I doubt I woulda been able to make it to dry land without your “help”. I don’t or can’t even try to stop you when you grab my drenched blonde locks and roughly drag me behind you to the walkway. As I crawl behind you I can’t help thinking, I hope nobody sees me being dogwalked like this!

We get to the walkway and you waste no time flinging me down and rolling me on my back. Then you drop yourself down with a wet splat on my heaving boobs straddling me … “Ughhh” I look up at you with hate and fear in my eyes as you taunt me. Oh yeah, I remember what happened last time. But it won’t happen this time! I have to fight the panic and stay calm. It ain’t easy. I start to thrash and buck as much as I can in my weak state, trying not to gas myself out … as you press your firm peach of an ass down pancaking my poor boobs making it even harder to breathe …

[User1]

The whole islands population seems to have gathered watching these cats go at each other from a far distance.

Everyone in shock seeing young Erin getting more and more dominant while humilating her tatooed badass rival, walking her around like a dog and flattening her tits with her ass. It's also impressive seeing Erins tits shake on her chest while she takes the seat, seems Erins firm boobs were also softened during the fight.

[Erin Lee]

I have the tattooed bitch now, seems one beating wasn't enough for her. I'll admit, she's a good fighter, my body bears testimony to that, she's worked me over good style but at the end of the day i'm sat on her tits and she's getting owned.

I settle and look down at your pretty red face, i shuffle forwards so your face is framed by my thighs, you show lil spirit to fight back now and i lift my tushie a lil so i can run my naked kitty across your face. "How'd you like this Lauren? getting humiliated and used, not only that, you didn't get MY bungalow or the pleasure of beating me"

I get tired of looking down at your face peering out from between my thighs so i take hold of your hair and pull your head up off the sand, then i slide off you and push my left leg under your head, my right goes over your head, my ankles cross and i start to squeeze your head between my thighs while i reach back and tweak your left nipple. Then i tighten my glutes, pouring what strength i have left into my legs.

"Not only are you my plaything" i taunt..."What you don't know is the previous owner of the bungalow was my boyfriend and i bought it out from under you for $50,000 less than you offered" sneering into your face as i taunt you.

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

You slide forward very very slowly … oh I know you’re loving every second of this … I can tell by looking up at the bitchy smirk on your pretty face. Your thighs press tight against my head and you also use my hair to make sure my face is straight up when your kitty slides and glides all over it. Ohhhh I hate you so freakin much! I slap at your thighs and start to try bucking up.

But your position is solid and I can’t buck you off me. All I get is more grinding and rubbing all over my red face. I’m having awful flashbacks of how our first fight ended …  This can’t be happening again! It can’t. Your strong thighs are pushing into my ears like noise canceling headphones but I can still make out the taunting crap coming out of your mouth … bragging about using me and keeping the bungalow, yada yada …

And even now you ... you nasty evil Britch ... aren't finished. No, you pull my head up, stretch out those lethal legs … Posh Spice WISHES she has legs like yours, damn you … lock your ankles and start to squeeze. Your fingers in my hair pull my face into your kitty … My head starts pounding from the pressure and I know my face must now be a deep dark crimson red. You’re having a total blast torturing me with your humiliating facescissors. My legs start kicking and my fingers are clutching at your thighs. My muffled moans almost drown out what you’re saying but some words come through loud and clear …

Wait, what? Boyfriend? Your f-cking boyfriend owned the bungalow?! $50,000 less?! LESS?!

Yes, my body is beaten and hurting. Yes, I was almost drowned. Yes, I’m fading fast from your python like facescissors … But hearing this infuriating news straight from the mouth of the Britch who has made my life a nightmare for over a year … We’re in the Pacific. We have volcanoes here. Sometimes they erupt. With no warning. Well, a volcano just erupted. In me.

You’re pulsing and relaxing your glutes and thigh muscles … toying with me like a cat playing with a mouse. When you relax for the next pulse I take my shot. I have very little strength left but what I do doesn’t require strength. As you relax I’m able to open my mouth and, with my face pressed against your kitty, I clamp onto your labia with my pearly whites and … I don’t give you a playful nibble, oh no sirree … I want you to suffer! So with a guttural primal snarl I bite down hard and hope for the best

[Erin Lee]

Riding your face as i did brought back pleasant memories of our previous fight, it was a hard fight but when all was said and done....wait, i'm starting to sound like i want to audition for WWE. I put you in your place last time and i'm well on my way to doing it again now.

Your body and desire to fight are both weakening, i can feel my head scissors draining the fight out of you, so much so i start to trash talk you, it's not something i usually do in a fight but i want to make you suffer both physically and mentally. My glutes tighten and relax, again and again, listening to your moans and groans, your tears drip onto my thighs, i lean back, confident i have you beaten again.

It's then that a sudden pain sears through my body, "What the...." i gasp out, my legs rapidly uncoiling from around your head, you have your teeth sunk into my kitty and not only that you are drawing blood. I clench my fists, about to land some punches on your face but you relax your bite then bite down even harder. I can't throw a punch, i fall onto my back screaming in pain. "Get the...arrggghhhhhhh...fuck off....arrgghhhh...me bitch" pleading with you to let go of my kitty.

You are one evil bitch and this fight has taken a surprising twist. My trash talk has fired you up it seems