Introduction

I wasn’t born in a gym or trained in some fancy dojo. I was born in the heat of Sevilla, where women walk with fire in their hips and fight with pride in their hearts. I grew up surrounded by strong women, curves, sweat, and music. But I always knew there was something deeper inside me — something wild.

My first real fight wasn’t in a ring. It was behind a bar, against a woman who looked me up and down and thought she could embarrass me. Big mistake. I slammed her into the pavement with my hips and pinned her with my chest until she cried. That’s the day I knew what I was meant for.

Catfight? I live for it. I don’t do polite little grapples — I go skin to skin, sweat to sweat. I crush, I smother, I make sure every woman I face remembers me in her body and in her pride.

Titfight? Honey, that’s where I became a legend. I’ve gone chest to chest with the best — American queens, German dominatrixes, Brazilian wildcats — and I’ve put them all down. My breasts aren’t just soft; they’re weapons. And when I press them against you, it’s not just a fight — it’s domination. It’s art.

Some girls come for the fame. I come to feel the other woman break beneath me. I don’t fight to win — I fight to own. And trust me, when I’m done with you, you’ll never forget my name... or my curves.

“You want the crown of titfight? Come get it, cariño. But you better be ready to sweat, suffer, and surrender.”

Last login: 2025-10-26
Start of membership: 2025-07-23