Its been a known fact that there are alot of sexy juicy peaches on this site, all rivals, all claiming to have the juiciest and sexiest peach of them all, and only until one of us emerges over all of the rest will we truly know who has the best peach on here, well when this mouthy bitch Jamie Lynn showed up and started mouthing off to mw about her peach and mound, of course I had to put this blonde bitch in her place, so after several trash talking comments, and nasty remarks on each others pictures, we have decided that this needs to be a war, a winner literally take all of the losers body war!!
The time is now, both myself and this bitch Jamie have shown up at an event that is glamorous and stinning and eveyone is dressed amazing, Im in my long black body hugging dress, oh wait, let me go back to before I even had my dress on!! Slipping into my shower to get all cleaned up, smooth body all over as well as lotioned and allowing myself to simply air dry in my bathroom in front of the heat lamps before slipping into my full length black body hugging dress, the kind of dress that cant hide a juicy peach shaped ass even if it tried, I take a couple quick pictures and send them off to that whore Jamie "youll be owned by me soon enough BITCH!!" YT
From the very first day I joined this site, that stuck-up BITCH Anna and I noticed each other instantly—and just like that, we became rivals. We both believed our bodies—especially our asses—were superior. After days of mocking each other and trashing each other under photos, we finally snapped. No more holding back. We’d settle it in front of everyone—a fully public, full-body war where the winner literally takes the loser’s entire body.
Yesterday, I found out that bitch Anna would be attending the same grand banquet as me tonight.—and that’s where we agreed to face off.
How did I know she’d be there? A little twist of fate.
I went to the salon to treat my blonde hair for tonight, and guess who I ran into at the door? That slut Anna. We didn’t hesitate for a second. We closed the distance fast, our chests slamming together and pressing hard as we spat insults and challenges at each other. We were a breath away from clawing into each other’s blonde hair when the stylists rushed out and pulled us apart. Clearly, that wasn’t the right battlefield.
But we sure as hell didn’t sit separately. Whoever backed down first would look scared, and neither of us would give the other that satisfaction. We sat side-by-side and swore we wouldn’t fight inside the shop.
For the next few hours, we got our blondes pampered while our mouths never stopped—trash talk, taunts, curses… and the realization that we’d both be at the banquet. That sealed it. Tonight, our fight would go public.
When our hair was finally done, we slammed our asses into each other—hard—pressed forehead to forehead and hissed:
“Tomorrow night is the start of your nightmare, BITCH.”
I rolled out of bed, took my phone to the bathroom, showered while snapping a few photos, and sent them to that whore Anna. The moment they sent, I got hers—provocative, taunting.
Looking at her pictures felt like watching my prey flaunt itself in front of me.
“Tonight, I’m taking you apart, owning you, draining you dry, BITCH.”
I tossed my phone aside, let the water dry off naturally, and started my makeup.
Then I took out my battle dress: a gold, backless, skin-tight gown. My full strong tits and ass filled it out in a perfect S-curve. High heels on. One last mirror check—flawless. Then I headed out and climbed into my waiting limo.
When we arrived at the venue, another limo pulled up behind mine. My driver opened the door and I stepped out with grace, thanked him, and was about to walk in—when I spotted someone stepping out of the second limo.
That bitch Anna.
Same hairstyle.
A black version of my dress—tight, backless, curves on display.
We stared each other down from meters away, slowly scanning every inch of the other’s body. Then we marched toward each other with cold, murderous faces.
BAM.
Chest to chest again.
But this time, I didn’t speak.
I just smiled—confident, hungry—looking her up and down like examining fresh prey.
After a long minute, I wrapped my arm around her waist and purred:
“Let’s go~ Let’s walk straight into your nightmare, my dear slut Anna.”
Then I spun, slammed my ass into hers, and we wrapped our arms around each other’s waists, walking into the banquet together — hips colliding, peach-plump asses crashing hard with every single step. YT
