[Black Kitten Paris]

He can step up all he wants, I'm still gonna smack him down.   

[KTJ 2K25: New year, same whatever.]

As we learned in 2016, the people aren't always right. Tyler better up his PR game in a hurry.

I knew I should've campaigned in Wisconsin more!

[Becca Blast!]

No electoral college here to bail you out, Tyler!

[Black Kitten Paris]

The blonde vote has spoken...and you've still lost, silly boy.   

[Dean The Destroyher]

Damn Dude you got your ass spanked again in a poll bad times I even voted for you to try and even things out

[KTJ 2K25: New year, same whatever.]

I regret walking into Paris' apartment the moment the door shuts behind me.

From there, and with the goddess eying me like prey, I get thrashed around. I'm hit off the wall, the bed, the floor, and even off her own body as she continues her barrage. I'm stretched out in various submissions, with Paris pushing me to the point of tapping out before she breaks the hold for "more fun ideas." Finally, I'm flattendd onto my back with her standing over me... ready for her finishing pin.

[Black Kitten Paris]

I splash my body down upon yours, smiling at the delicious sound of your "OOOOOFFFFFFF!" as air is pressed from your lungs.  I wrap my sculpted legs around your right arm, scissoring it, and with my hands I press down on your left, crossbody pinning you.

You writhe under me, giving a whimper as you try in futility to escape.  "Gosh, what's the matter?" I purr.  "Can't a big, strong boy like you throw little ol' me off?"

I take it nice and slow as I count to twenty, keeping you helplessly pinned under me the entire time.  Finally reaching the last number, I giggle, then I release you and stand up like Venus Rising.  Straddling over you, I daintily place my right foot on your heaving chest, put my left hand on my cocked hip, and run the fingers of my right hand through my hair as I strike me pose of victory.  <3

[KTJ 2K25: New year, same whatever.]

I splash my body down upon yours, smiling at the delicious sound of your "OOOOOFFFFFFF!" as air is pressed from your lungs.  I wrap my sculpted legs around your right arm, scissoring it, and with my hands I press down on your left, crossbody pinning you.

You writhe under me, giving a whimper as you try in futility to escape.  "Gosh, what's the matter?" I purr.  "Can't a big, strong boy like you throw little ol' me off?"

I take it nice and slow as I count to twenty, keeping you helplessly pinned under me the entire time.  Finally reaching the last number, I giggle, then I release you and stand up like Venus Rising.  Straddling over you, I daintily place my right foot on your heaving chest, put my left hand on my cocked hip, and run the fingers of my right hand through my hair as I strike me pose of victory.  <3

My arms wrenched in this scissor by your toned legs, your hands pressing down on my other arm, keeping me in place.

You take a deliberately slow count, letting my your thighs pulsate and squeeze my bicep as I moan out in agony, finally exhaling as you get up after the 20-count, laying there, out of breathe.. feeling you plant your barefoot on my chest, your other hand on your cocked hip, almost creating a shadow of your incredible body as you stand over me, whining, "Get off me." My face red from the pressure of your scissor/crossbody and the embarrassment of losing to you in one of the more heated battles I've had on here.

[pythonlegs]

THIS is what happens when a white boy with jungle fever sees one of us HOT Nubian women in a sexy outfit!  You lose your minds, or SHOULD I say, your minds go south ! 

This is a main reason why I am undefeated against men!  You lost the fight the minute saw Paris in her fighting clothes!  And we REALLY know how to handle ourselves and show off our bodies to distract you! 

Way to represent Paris! 
Simone

[Brandi Lungelow]

THIS is what happens when a white boy with jungle fever sees one of us HOT Nubian women in a sexy outfit!  You lose your minds, or SHOULD I say, your minds go south ! 

This is a main reason why I am undefeated against men!  You lost the fight the minute saw Paris in her fighting clothes!  And we REALLY know how to handle ourselves and show off our bodies to distract you! 

Way to represent Paris! 
Simone

I know a few white guys that would agree with you Simone. I'd like to face you or Paris in a match(poll or cyber...doesn't matter).