Introduction

I have lived my life mostly as a quiet, unassuming wife and office worker. If you didn’t know the secret side of me, you would never guess that underneath the loving façade of a hard working mother lies something dark, wet, and hungry for painful evenly matched collisions…

I am light skinned, with dark black hair. I’m chubby, 220lbs, with large hanging 42H cup breasts that have only grown larger after my third pregnancy. My nipples are thick, bumpy, sensitive and as stiff as spears. I have a big, fat ass, wide hips, with large meaty thighs, giving me a shapely breeder’s body.

I usually keep my pussy unshaven and hairy, and I love the natural musk of my body when any activity gets me soaked from head to toe in steamy sweat…

My passion for feeling hard, impactful or sharp pain is only rivaled by my desire to inflict it just as viciously. I am a masochist, a sadist, and you mix that with my natural jealousy and dislike towards other mothers and you have a recipe for a woman who wants nothing more than to claw, slap, bite, smash and squeeze against another thick, meaty mother…

I am, at my core, a primal sexfighter. Please do not message me looking for a sparring partner as a boxer, or a jobber you want to wrestle into the ground. Neither of these roles are what I’m looking for.

I’m here for wet, steaming, smelly full-body sexfights with no pinning, no holds, no punches, where our bodies clash in brutal titfights, bellyfights, assfights, nosefights, kissfights, bitefights, choking fights, slapping, hairpulling, wedgies, tribbing fights, cockfights between our husbands, ballfights between our husbands, clit fencing, nails clawing deep into our soft flesh, pissing fights, hatefilled 69ing with steamy sweaty pussy eating and cunt biting, and I’m sure there is more…

I want us to walk away bruised, bleeding, sobbing and crying from the pain. I want to sexfight hard and vicious like that until the room stinks of sex, and the bed or floor is stained with every fluid we have leaking from our ruined bodies. Gashes opened on our backs, necks bruised and bitten, lips burst by even more bitings, claw marks everywhere you look, tits sagging and ruined from hours and hours of titfighting… that’s if we even walk away at all… who knows how far things will go behind closed doors. Maybe neither of us survives as we consume each other in an orgy of hot, painful, sexual violence…

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