News:

COMMERCIAL SITES: Please note - if WANT A BANNER LINK? displayed on this site, please contact FEMMEFIGHT

Classroom dispute

  • 5 Replies
  • 3656 Views
*

Offline Susanoom

  • God Member
  • *****
  • 398
Classroom dispute
« on: September 06, 2022, 03:16:55 PM »
The issue of the modelling magazine came out as planned, in the foreground was Rose herself and her magnificent ass. For the model, the memory of how she had ended up there was still vivid in her mind, after all it had happened not a few weeks before.
Rose instinctively ran a hand over her bottom, as if she could still feel the sensation of her peach pressing into the ass of the model whose seat she had blown. Flashing her smile, she put the magazine back in the locker, taking the book for the next class instead.
Although she was for all intents and purposes a model now, she couldn't afford to throw away her school career. The university she had chosen was quite difficult, and studying had always been an integral part of her life. Rose was not the best of all, but she stood out with her grades remaining among the highest in her class.
Taking her seat, Rose began to follow the professors' lecture as they exchanged hour after hour, feeding information into her mind like coins into a piggy bank. A few times, she could notice glances from her male classmates, probably readers of the magazine that featured her on the cover. Smiling, she leaned back in her chair and continued taking notes.
Class ended, and most of her classmates left the classroom. Glancing at the distant blackboard, she noticed that it was time to choose who would represent the class from there until the end of the year. Rose loved to excel over others, and that title could give her a satisfaction.
Arriving in range, Rose marked her name under that of another pupil. For now, only two names were marked, although time was running out to write one's own name. The next day, there would be an election, so it was strange that no one had written their name down.
"I advise you to erase it."
A voice from behind Rose's back made her turn around as she put down the marker she had used to write her name. In front of the model's eyes stood a girl not much shorter than her. Her long brown hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, some of it resting on top of her generous breasts, hidden by a white top. Her curvy legs emerged from blue jeans shorts where the girl's hands rested on her hips.
"Excuse me?" asked Rose, crossing her arms.
Her black top was pulled low enough to show off her perfect cleavage while her firm ass was hidden by jeans of the same colour. Rose's eyes burned into those of Elsa, British green in French brown. The model saw the French girl approaching slowly, hands on hips and unafraid.
"I said you'd better cancel it. That place is mine..." said Elsa again "Now do you understand, cover girl?" she finished, bending her head to the side.
A spark of awareness passed through Rose's eyes, had that girl just used the fact that she was a model against her? Had she? Then maybe she hadn't realised that no one could tell her what to do. The British girl approached the French girl, mimicking the pose and pressing her breasts into the girl's pair as her eyes never stopped staring.
"Well, it's there now... Are you perhaps afraid of a little competition?" asked Rose, smiling arrogantly.
What the model felt was Elsa's breasts pressing more into hers as the French girl straightened her face and brought it closer to Rose's.
"No, but I don't want any more contestants... do as the others do, quit before it's too late," Elsa's voice did not hide her threat.
Somehow, Rose felt that this girl had made sure that she was the only one on that list, and that her presence was the last obstacle to getting what she wanted. If the French girl had had an ordinary person in front of her, she would probably have gotten what she wanted. Rose, however, was not like all the others, and the more Elsa tried to convince her to desist, the more the British model wanted to stay.
"Or what? Are you going to cry?" the voice of Rose gave off nothing but confidence as she pressed her breasts forward even more.
The British girl saw Elsa remain interjected for a second, not expecting such a reaction. Why wasn't she running away? Why wasn't she afraid? Elsa only wondered as she pressed her breasts harder, squinting before speaking.
"Clear your name. Last chance," threatened the Frenchwoman.
Her tone of voice was low but high enough to be heard by the few remaining people who stood by and watched the scene in silence. Rose squinted her eyes in turn, her face inches from Elsa's as she looked into her eyes.
"No," she simply replied.
The two girls heard one of their classmates gasp at that answer, grabbing her things and walking quickly out of the classroom. Elsa and Rose remained motionless, waiting for the others to leave the room as well before parting. The model saw the French girl smile and walk towards the classroom door, locking it from the inside before returning to her.
'If you don't want to remove your name... I'll make you do it, bitch,' hissed Elsa.
Now that no one was there, she could reveal herself for what she really was. Rose did not seem surprised by the change the French girl showed before her eyes.
"I'm dying to see you try, bitch," Rose hissed, letting go of her hips to protect herself from attack.
Elsa remained staring at her from a few steps away, looking down at the girl's body and dwelling on her covered breasts. Rose saw the French girl lower her gaze to her breasts, as if she wanted to make a comparison with her own before she looked up.
"I can't have you ruining my clothes, whore. So we'll fix it another way," Elsa challenged, starting to remove the white top, "My wonderful tits against your droopy bags. Loser, remove the name on the board"
Rose watched as Elsa's red bra came out into the open, her dense breasts were chained by the red cups as the French girl pushed out her breasts. Without wasting too much time, Rose removed the black top, revealing a bra identical in every way to that of the French girl.
Elsa widened her eyes when she saw the British couple, as big as her own. Looking up, she saw Rose smiling mischievously at her as she guessed her thoughts. Gritting her teeth, Elsa reached up to ram her breasts into Rose's pair.
"Are you so slutty that you have to copy my bra too? Once I destroy you, I'll take yours and add it to mine."
Rose pushed back, growling as she felt the firmness of her enemy breasts. She was not a girl to be underestimated, but her arrogance made her immensely angry.
"Bitch, after I'm done with you, you won't need bras for quite a while," Rose hissed, pushing Elsa away.
With a quick gesture, the British model unhooked her bra and let it drop. Her round flesh jiggled slightly before stopping high on her chest, her pink nipples already stiff and ready for a fight. Elsa removed her bra in turn, showing an equally impressive but slightly pointed pair.
Rose's eyes lingered on the French girl's red nipples, slightly longer and very hard looking.
Staring into each other's eyes, both girls stepped forward, bringing their breasts into contact.
When they came very close, Elsa leapt forward suddenly, slamming her breasts directly into the British girl's tits. Both pairs warped at the point of contact, compressing as they were forced together.
Rose seemed to be surprised by the sudden move, as small ripples ran through her flesh. The French girl took a step backwards and Rose immediately threw herself forward.
Elsa's eyes widened at the speed of the move, as the two pairs of breasts flattened at the tip, their flesh spread equally between them. Whispering slightly, the student pushed back hard, Rose took the blow and felt Elsa's right breast hit hers, pushing it outwards.
Grunting, the model pushed forward, sliding her tits over the rival pair and letting Elsa feel her firmness.
'Feel how my beauties force your soft bags,' smiled Rose.
She pushed once more, feeling how Elsa's tits seemed to yield slightly to hers. The French girl looked down to see their tits fighting each other, their breasts pushing to gain and lose ground with each movement.
The two girls began to thrust their breasts at a steady pace, both pairs being distorted at the point of contact, squeezing as the flesh was pushed outwards.
The French student pushed her breasts to the left, scraping her tits into the flesh of the model who grunted in annoyance. The smile on Elsa's face seemed to indicate that she was repaying her rival in kind, grunting as Rose pushed back.
The model continued to grind her right breast into Elsa's left tit, pushing inwards so that the French breast slowly squeezed, bullying her rival.
Elsa moaned as the other breast was pushed slightly inwards, leaving both tits momentarily pinned by the firm rival pair. Rose pulled away for a moment, feeling as the student sighed when she felt her tits bounce back into their original shape.
The relief was short-lived as the model came back at her, aligning her boobs with the rival ones and slamming them forward. Elsa's flesh rippled as she was pushed back, groaning as she was forced to step back. Pulling back for a second, the British model shot her tits forward once more, eliciting a small yelp from her rival who was still backing away.
"Is that all you got, you slobbering bitch?" hissed Rose amusedly.
The model acted quickly, lowering herself just enough to swing her breasts like a wrecking ball into the underside of the French girl's tits. Elsa's breasts were shaken violently as she stood up on tiptoe from the force of the blow while her flesh flattened slightly at the bottom.
Her tanned nipples cut the air as her breasts trembled from the attack. Rose shifted her weight and, before her rival could do anything else, the model's right breast slammed into her counterpart.
The student moaned in pain as she felt her flesh being crushed inwards, and once again, the British girl increased the pressure, forcing her breasts atop Elsa's.
"Fuck you, bitch," she growled.
Surprising her rival, the student thrust forward with all her weight, a dull thud as her tits crushed into the British pair, making the model hiss. Smiling, Elsa pulled back and slammed forward again. Their breasts met with a slap as Rose stepped forward with her rival, their flesh shaping together as the British pair seemed to flatten slightly at the front.
Grinding their tits into each other with slow, brutal movements, the soft sound of flesh rubbing increased the two girls' already laboured breathing.
"I'm going to crush you, bitch," hissed Elsa, pushing hard against her rival breasts.
Rose could not hold back a small moan as she felt the French girl's firm pair press into hers. Elsa quickly pushed again, forcing her rival to take a step back.
The student immediately began to push her sharp nipples into the model's tits, enjoying the girl's gasps as she felt her flesh being stabbed.
Rose pushed forward, thrusting her tits into the rival pair. Elsa grunted in discomfort as she felt the British breasts press against hers, forcing her to lose a step from the sudden thrust.
The French student tried to pull away, but Rose attacked again, using her nipples as daggers into her rival's firm flesh. Elsa pushed in turn, and the two couples pressed together.
The French girl grunted as her tits compressed under the rival pair, recovering her shape as Rose pulled away. The British model began to press her rival, causing her to pull back further and further until Elsa was close to the wall.
Both threw their breasts at each other, each pair being squeezed at the point of contact, forcing the flesh to spill to the side. Both girls held their breasts in place, rotating their hips and testing their firmness against each other before Rose broke away and slammed her breasts forward.
Elsa's back hit the wall behind her, and the student grunted in surprise as she watched her rival charge forward. Forcefully, the model thrust her tits into the rival pair, crushing the girl's body against the wall.
'Time to pay for your arrogance, bitch,' hissed Rose.
Placing her hands on either side of the girl's shoulders, the model slammed her breasts into the French pair several times. Elsa tried to respond to each attack as best she could, but the Briton knew how to strike. Rose started slamming from all directions, alternating left and right blows with frontal thrusts, then sliding her breasts under and over the enemy pair.
The meaty slaps were followed by the helpless moans of the student, who kept swinging in turn to hit her rival tits, damaging them less than she could do. In that position, Elsa was at a complete disadvantage, at the mercy of the British rival, who continued to slam her breasts relentlessly into the French pair.
As the model pulled away to slam her firm breasts forward again, the student threw herself forward hard, using her whole body as dead weight. Rose's tits flattened on impact as she let out a small scream as she staggered back.
Quickly, Elsa threw herself forward again and slammed her firm tits to the side, forcing the model to follow the direction of the blow. Rose gasped momentarily as Elsa took her revenge. With a leap, the French student crashed her breasts into the top of her rival tits, and Rose found herself having to rest one knee on the ground to keep from falling.
"What's the matter, bitch?" hissed Elsa.
Looking up, Rose growled angrily as she got back up. Getting down on her knees from the pain inflicted was humiliating for her.
The two girls approached each other quickly, slapping their breasts together. Their flesh was shaken violently as they both gasped but continued to thrust forward.
Pressing their pride together, the two women clutched at each other. Their tits bounced as they slid against the rival pair, falling onto their chests as the contact was broken, only to be pushed up, down or off each time the girls pushed with their tits.
Elsa thrust her breasts forward forcefully, catching her British rival off guard as she gritted her teeth as she felt the enemy pair make their way inside her. With another thrust, Rose stepped back groaning as the Frenchwoman continued to press her breasts against the rival pair.
"I can feel your saggy tits falling against my perfect breasts, bitch" smiled Elsa wickedly.
The student slammed forward again with both tits, causing Rose's breasts to rise as she forced her to stagger backwards. The second impact made her firm breasts wobble, causing her to lose her precarious balance and sending her back a few steps.
The momentum ended when her British ass hit the wall near the blackboard, stopping her run and nearly knocking her backwards.
 Elsa thrust forward again, landing a stinging blow as Rose's face turned into a mask of pain. The model's firm flesh seemed to crush inwards as French tits made contact with her own.
"It's game over, bitch."
Elsa's voice was full of arrogance and amusement, she was taking revenge for the pain she had previously experienced as she pounded her British breasts. Mimicking the pose Rose had used earlier, Elsa's hands closed every escape route to the model.
With momentum, the French student swung her breasts from the side, cutting and rubbing her twins into the British pair. Rose felt her rival's firmness fight against her own, moaning as Elsa's turgid nipples cut into her flesh.
Hearing the model's moan of pain, Elsa smiled even more, continuing to use her sharp nipples to inflict even more damage. Rose was just recovering from the wave of pain when she felt her nipples make contact with Elsa's tips, before the student pushed forward.
The British model gasped as her nipples pressed against her rival ones, sliding between them and burying themselves in the rival areolas. They both moaned softly, even as Rose felt a new wave of pain course through their bodies.
The French girl dragged her threatening spikes into her rival's tender flesh, flicking the British model's nipples with her own to try and bend them.
Turning back, Elsa again aligned her nipples with her rival's and pushed forward, feeling how Rose's breath stopped in pain as her tips stabbed into her flesh.
"Feel my nipples?" whispered the girl between grunts, "feel how much better they are than yours?"
Rose felt her tips burn, she had never been in a nipple fight where she was at a disadvantage. Immediately, the model shrugged and tried to fight back against her rival's dominance, grunting in discomfort as pain shot through her body.
Elsa grinned, grabbing the British student's shoulders before pushing hard. Rose's back slammed against the wall again as she felt her nipples being pushed back suddenly, before the French girl's spikes slipped and thrust into her breasts.
Rose tried to rotate her shoulders, sending her nipples into her rival's tender flesh but Elsa continued to intercept them with her own nipples, still struggling like blades. With each movement, however, it seemed as if the French tips were getting the better and better of the British nipples, bending them with each pass with increasing ease.
Aligning her nipples again, Rose moaned gutturally as she felt for the first time her nipples being pushed into her flesh by a stronger pair. She felt Elsa's breath excited as she saw her in pain, humiliating her again as she pressed her nipples deeper.
"You should have listened to me, you slut! Watch how your deflated sacks yield to my best tits," smiled Elsa.
Rose felt the schoolgirl's turgid tips lock her nipples into her flesh, then sliding them into her breasts to make her feel unimaginable pain, before resuming use of her whole breasts during the attacks.
Elsa swung her left breast into Rose's right tit, forcing the rounded shape to distort before swinging again, repeating the move on the other side. The room began to fill with quick meaty slaps as the French student took to striking her rival breast with increasing speed. Swinging her shoulders left and right, Elsa slammed her firm pair into the British pair, using her nipples as knives into rival flesh as Rose groaned in entrapment.
The British model felt her breasts being battered by the student's constant attacks, feeling how her firmness began to fail with each attack. Elsa rammed and slammed her breasts relentlessly and with quick movements, taking away her rival's ability to respond. The smile on the French girl's face increased with each rival moan, before she stopped to recover her breath. The student's compulsive attack had damaged the rival pair, at the expense of the energy expended to maintain the high rhythm of blows.
Using all the willpower within her to recover from the excruciating pain she was experiencing, Rose crushed her left breast into Elsa's right tit as Elsa pulled back. The student stepped back for another blow, and the model moved forward, slamming her breast into the rival pair.
The slap resounded in the room, and Elsa pushed back in turn, the two couples pressed together, now flushed from the continued contact. The British model grabbed her rival's shoulders and as Elsa seemed to be taken aback, Rose shot her tits upwards. The model's tits lifted the French pair violently, causing Elsa to stumble backwards.
Using the move to her advantage, the model grabbed her rival's shoulders and swung her breasts into the French pair hard. The first impact came from the right, pushing both of her rival's tits against the inside of her chest, folding them before they returned to their former pointed shape. Elsa grunted when she felt Rose's large tits penetrate hers, grabbing her waist so as not to allow her rival to take over. Forcefully, the student used her body to pop her breasts into the underside of Rose's tits.
The model's moan was low and guttural as Elsa smiled again, sliding her breasts over the rival pair, relishing her softness after all the damage done.
"I'm going to crush you completely, you cover slut" taunted the student.
Elsa repeated the attack, jerking forward and flattening Rose's breasts on impact, grunting in annoyance as they resumed their round shape. Gritting her teeth, the British model swung her tits wildly, bringing her left breast into collision with Elsa's pair, her nipples scraping the girl's tanned areolas. The French student moaned at the sensation, pulling back and jerking forward again. Rose shifted and swung again, forcing the two pairs of breasts to slide against each other.
The British model then pressed her right breast into her rival's left tit, pushing down. Elsa responded by pushing in turn, pressing her right tit down on her opponent's left breast, both holding their pairs in close contact as they pushed forward. The student smiled, rotating her shoulders to send her own right breast against Rose's, which moulded slightly around the French pair. Elsa's tits slid over the model's pair, grunting as she felt Rose arch her back to press her tits deeper into her rival.
Elsa pushed back harder against Rose, the model grunted in annoyance as she was forced to step back, maintaining contact between their tits. The British girl gritted her teeth, squinting and pushing forward, meeting the student's frontal thrusts.
"You'll never win, you weak cxnt," hissed Elsa, thrusting forward and making her rival moan.
Rose closed her eyes, feeling her body being forced back slowly. She could feel her rival's thrusts getting stronger and stronger, increasing the force of her front thrusts as she began to win their exchange again. The model arched her back to push back her rival's tits, then slid her breasts under the French couple. When Elsa tried to thrust forward again, Rose jerked up, sending her breasts into the underside of the French tits, stabbing them with her nipples as the slap echoed around the room.
Elsa's eyes went wide as the model pulled the student to her, beginning to grind her breasts into the rival pair from below. The French girl moaned, immediately trying to pull away, but Rose continued chasing her to grind her firm tits even harder into the rival pair. Rose loved the grimace of pain on Elsa's face, watching as she ached to feel her tits forcing themselves against her.
Pushing forward, the student stopped her rival's advance, pressing her breasts down as she felt the model thrust upwards. They left their breasts pressed together for a few seconds, feeling them slowly slide between them as their firmness struggled against her rival's.
Grunting, Rose slid her own breasts in front of Elsa's, pushing forward soon after as the student did the same. Their nipples met in the middle of the movements, rubbing and bending each other and burying themselves in the rival flesh. Elsa smiled as she heard Rose moan as she stabbed deep into her turgid nipples, gritting her teeth as she felt the model's tips do the same a second later.
Lowering their gaze to their breasts, the two girls continued to grind them together, pushing their breasts so that their flesh swelled outwards. Elsa moaned as she felt her own flesh being forced against her chest by the British tits, feeling when Rose pulled away to slam her tits forward hard. The schoolgirl's mouth gasped open, feeling her own flesh swell, before quickly lowering.
With the same speed, the French girl quickly stood up and pushed her breasts into the underside of Rose's tits. The model moaned in discomfort, feeling her breasts flatten at the bottom as her flesh was pushed upwards. Elsa's sharp nipples penetrated the soft flesh of the Briton, who opened her eyes wide as she felt her rival's breasts.
Elsa subsequently brought her weight forward, forcing her tits into Rose's pair, who moaned as she felt her flesh being pushed inside. Gritting her teeth, Rose violently pushed her tits forward, forcing her rival to step back. Immediately, the model launched herself at the student, meeting with a slap just before their flesh spilled outwards. Keeping their pride pressed together, the two girls stared into each other's eyes to test their resolve for each other, hissing before pulling away.
They quickly approached again, their tits meeting with a resounding slap, feeling how their flesh warped under the pressure, wincing in pain before thrusting forward again. Rose felt a few seconds later Elsa's hands tighten around her body, imitating her immediately. Their tits trembled and slid over each other, before being pushed between them again. The French student pressed her breasts from the left, squeezing the rival pair before grunting when the model pushed the French pair back using her own tits.
The French girl rammed her tits forward, squeezing the two pairs of breasts as the girls tightened their grip on each other. They continued to grind and slide their breasts between them. Elsa braced herself for another thrust before Rose swung her breasts against the French pair. The model's tits slammed against those of the student, who yelped before responding in turn. After an exchange that lasted a few minutes, in which the girls moaned from the constant pain emanating from their breasts, Elsa growled and angrily thrust her tits forward, forcing Rose's breasts to press against her chest. The model moaned, looking hatefully at her rival before pushing back.
Both girls began to move their breasts, rippling their flesh with each movement. Elsa's tits seemed to sag with each step, but when she pushed them harder, it was clear that Rose's tits were also weakening. Rose's eyes widened as she felt her rival's dense breasts straining against her pair, watching as their flesh trembled under the pressure. Even the French girl's pair, which until a few exchanges ago had been the firmer of the two, was now yielding like her rival.
The two girls' breasts were deforming as they were rolled together, almost completely regaining their shape each time. Annoyed by the resistance offered by her rival's tits, Elsa pressed her breasts harder into Rose's pair. The model reacted in the same way, thrusting forward with sudden force. The French student gasped as she felt the British pair make their way into hers, feeling her tits swell more than before. Continuing to fight, grinding and thrusting, soon Elsa gasped as she felt her flesh spilling out more.
Rose pushed her breasts forward, beginning to smile as her rival's flesh slowly spilled outwards more than they had before. With a quick movement of her hips, the model slammed her full tits forward, forcing the French couple to compress considerably. Twisting her chest, the two pairs bounced and trembled together, but both could see Rose's pair slowly penetrate her rival's firm tits, sending ripples of flesh all over the French girl's chest.
The student's breasts were being thrust in a remarkable way, her flesh yielding to the model's flesh, as Rose let her breasts rest in the rival pair with an arrogant smile on her face, before starting to grind from all angles. Elsa moaned, trying unconditionally to pull away, but Rose continued to follow her and press her breasts into the rival tits.
Elsa gasped as the British model continued to grind hard, making her really moan when she felt her pointy tits rolling softly over her rival's firm pair. Rose's breasts were also being moved, swelling outwards a little, but the difference was clear.
It was obvious that the British tits had proved superior to the French pair, making Rose smile as she got another moan from her rival. Tightening her grip on the student's shoulders, the British model slammed her breasts into her rival's sagging tits. Each sweaty slap was accompanied by moans from the girl, who felt her breasts being slammed all over as Rose used her breasts as a punching bag.
"Take it, bitch. Take and suffer," hissed the British girl.
She swung her breasts harder, slamming them into Elsa's tits, who had leaned against her rival's body to keep from falling. Her trembling legs struggled to hold her up, jolting with each collision between their breasts. Rose twisted her torso and hips to increase the force in her attacks, forcing her French rival to moan louder and louder.
"No more... Please... I give!" Diksha whispered in a faint voice. Letting go of her, Elsa's body fell to her knees, collapsing to the floor as she sobbed in pain. Rose stood panting, still feeling her head throbbing as the blood rushed through her veins. The pain in her chest was out of the ordinary, and her legs trembled slightly from the pain and damage she had endured. The model's green eyes lingered on the girl's body, looking at those tanned nipples that until a few minutes ago were bringing her to the humiliation of defeat.
'It's not over yet, bitch,' whispered Rose, kneeling down.
She pushed Elsa so that her back was in full contact with the floor, climbing on top of her and pinning her stomach beneath her firm ass. Quickly and violently, Rose's hands tightened on the French student's breasts, who screamed in pain as the model tightened her grip, pulling and squeezing hard. Elsa's head moved back and forth, screaming in pain as Rose's nails dug into the french's soft flesh.
With a wicked grin, Rose pulled her defeated breasts, before letting go and slapping them. Each collision of her open hand against the student's flesh echoed through the class as Elsa screamed incessantly. Her tear-streaked cheeks were shaken by the girl's moans as she felt her breasts being completely destroyed.
Elsa's eyes widened completely, her mouth wide open as Rose's fingers closed around the student's tanned nipples. The model began to twist and pull them, remembering all the pain she had suffered from those tips. The torture continued for a few more minutes before Rose decided to stop. Although she was using her hands, when she stood up again she felt drained but happy. She could still feel the tingling in her fingers as she had just finished completely destroying the French student, who was now crying huddled on the floor, closed in on herself.
Rose grabbed her bra, but did not put it on. She knew she wouldn't be able to wear it, her breasts ached too much to resist the sensation of a hard body on her flesh. Grabbing Elsa's matching bra as well, she slipped both into her bag, before looking at the board and smiling. She crossed out Elsa's name, casting a haughty glance at the French girl.
The next day, everyone saw which name remained on the blackboard. The few who had heard the argument between the two girls had repeatedly imagined the clash, wondering who came out on top. Seeing Elsa's empty seat on election day, everyone realised who had won any argument between the two girls.
Susanoom on Tumbrl,Bdsmlr and
Join my Titfight Community server Discord

Commissions open! MP me!

*

Offline Susanoom

  • God Member
  • *****
  • 398
Re: Classroom dispute
« Reply #1 on: September 07, 2022, 12:12:08 PM »
It's going to be epic when Rose finally loses.


Ahahah why do you say this? Do you like to see Rose lose?  ;)
Susanoom on Tumbrl,Bdsmlr and
Join my Titfight Community server Discord

Commissions open! MP me!

*

Offline Voluptuous Eden

  • Junior Member
  • **
  • 12
Re: Classroom dispute
« Reply #2 on: September 08, 2022, 03:28:50 PM »
Impressive but why does all her stories always have a definite winner? you know at times ties are fun

*

Offline papillon

  • God Member
  • *****
  • 115
Re: Classroom dispute
« Reply #3 on: September 09, 2022, 09:13:47 AM »
Don't see the point of a draw, myself—a draw's like kissing your sister (as they say)—and can't understand why anyone's so keen to see Rose lose, but there's room here for all tastes. At least this time no one can say it was Rose who was the bully.

*

Offline Maria Curves

  • Junior Member
  • **
  • 20
Re: Classroom dispute
« Reply #4 on: September 10, 2022, 08:21:59 AM »
I have been reading Susanoom's story for a while now and all of them are so well described. They are entertaining and always have me on the edge of my seat However i do agree with the fact that seeing a tie or a two every once in a while. I mean i am one woman who prefers a winner but a variation in results when majorly there is a winner yet sometimes there is not adds a fun aspect.

*

Offline doggy81

  • God Member
  • *****
  • 138
Re: Classroom dispute
« Reply #5 on: September 10, 2022, 05:22:47 PM »
I have been reading Susanoom's story for a while now and all of them are so well described. They are entertaining and always have me on the edge of my seat However i do agree with the fact that seeing a tie or a two every once in a while. I mean i am one woman who prefers a winner but a variation in results when majorly there is a winner yet sometimes there is not adds a fun aspect.

Hew does not believe me but he is here one of the 4 best writers of titfight stories and since Dotti isnt active anymore, he is TOP 3