Catfight to Cum

Fighting_Charlotte: I received a call from the school principle. Apparently my daughter was caught fighting another girl and the principal has asked me to come to the school and discuss what happened there, the domestic situation and what sort of disciplinary actions need to be taken.

Fighting_Charlotte: I have to take a cab to the school because the car is at the garage. Upon arriving at the principal's office, I encounter what appears to be the other girl's mother, an asian woman who seems equally concerned and anxious about the situation. As I wait outside the imposing wooden doors of the principal's office, my mind races with worry and curiosity about what transpired between Amy and the other schoolgirl. I nod at the other mother. She looks to be around my age, with a well-maintained figure clad in a stylish white dress, thick rimmed glasses and a small tattooed scribble on top of her right shoulder. Her cold eyes meet mine briefly before darting away. The air between the two of us is thick with tension as we both await an explanation for our daughters' behavior.

Haiyan: A short while later, the principal's office door opened, the principal from the inside out, greeted us both in, to us were introduced to each other, I know the other girl called amy, her mom called Charlotte.The principal briefly said the cause of the matter, after and result, the two girls in the school toilet inside a sudden outbreak of conflict, the surrounding students also cheer them, almost triggered a group fight between the girls, but fortunately the teacher arrived in time, only to stop the further development of the situation.Finally, the principal coughed and announced the punishment for the two girls: lowering the grade of their academic evaluation, in addition to a one-week suspension from the beginning of next week, and now it's already Friday afternoon, and they'll need to do a public review at the centralized assembly of the whole school later.So, we parents will be asked to leave first.

Fighting_Charlotte: As the principal finishes explaining the disciplinary actions, I feel a mix of relief that the situation didn't escalate further, concern for the impact this will have on Amy's academic standing and social life at school and finally curiosity upon how well she fought. I glance over at Haiyan, noting the tightness in her jaw and the way she grips her purse strap - it's clear she's just as troubled by this turn of events as I am. The principal stands and gestures towards the door, indicating that our meeting has concluded. "We appreciate your prompt attention to this matter, parents. Please take some time to discuss this with your daughters at home. They will be expected to participate in the public review on Monday morning." I rise from my chair, smoothing down my shirt, and follow Haiyan out into the hallway. As we walk together towards the exit, an awkward silence hangs between us.

Haiyan: Although the final decision on the punishment was less severe than I thought it would be, I still felt indignant that Lynn's academic rating had been downgraded, and when the principal read out the decision, I had an urge to argue, but bit my lip to hold back; arguing at this point could make things worse.When the principal signaled for us to leave, Charlotte and I stood up at the same time and walked out of the office, inside the corridor we walked side by side in an awkward silence.At the exit, I stopped out of habit to let Charlotte go first, when in fact I was in the habit of letting the other push the door open for me.

Fighting_Charlotte: I pause at the door, glancing back at you with a mixture of annoyance and surprise at your gesture. For a brief moment, a flicker of something ... perhaps grudging respect or intrigue ... passes through your eyes before it's quickly replaced by your stern facade. "Well, aren't you a polite one", I remark dryly, pushing the heavy door open with more force than necessary. As we both step out into corridor, I turn to face you fully, my hands planted firmly on my hips. "I can't believe our daughters got into such a heated mess," I say, shaking my head. "Do you have any idea what might have sparked this fight between Amy and your daughter? I suppose we should compare notes on our little delinquents", I say, my tone dripping with sarcasm "After that we can pick them up and taking them home."

Haiyan: "Yes?Maybe we are supposed to talk about our daughter's education."My arms are clasped to my chest as I look at your expression and feel like a shrew."I'm having a hard time imagining why your Amy would say racist insulting words like that in public.It's perfectly understandable that my daughter would be outraged."I said and then shook my head, why was I trying to reason with her?Turning toward the car, I hit the unlock button.

Fighting_Charlotte: My eyes narrow at your accusation, a flash of anger sparking in their depths. I take a step closer to you, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement. "How dare you assume you know anything about my daughter or our family!" I hiss, jabbing a finger against your chest. "Amy may have her flaws, but she's not a racist. Your precious little angel must have provoked her somehow." I cross my arms, my posture rigid with barely contained fury. "I won't stand here and listen to you slander my child without evidence. If Lynn has a problem with Amy, maybe you should teach her some manners instead of enabling her violent outbursts!"

Haiyan: I ruffled your fingers with my hand, "Is that what you call being polite?"I sneered, "I'm guessing that's how Amy angered Lynn and a confrontation broke out."I turned around and pulled open the door of my Escalade, "I hope you'll go back and reflect on your manners as well before you teach Amy a lesson."

Fighting_Charlotte: I gasp in shock as you brush aside my accusing finger, my cheeks flushing with humiliation and rage. How dare this woman dismiss me so casually! I watch in disbelief as you turn your back on me and saunter towards your ostentatious SUV, clearly reveling in your perceived superiority. "You arrogant bitch", I mutter under my breath, my hands balling into fists at my sides. "Don't think for a second that you've won this argument." I march over to the passenger side of your vehicle, yanking open the door with unnecessary force. Glaring venemously through the car at you, my voice drips with disdain. "Reflect on my manners? Oh, I'll reflect alright - on what a sanctimonious cunt you are! Projecting your daughter's issues onto others, that's rich coming from you." I slide into the leather seat, slamming the door shut with a resounding thud, effectively inviting myself into your personal space.

Haiyan: I had just pulled open the driver's door when you slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut, "Oh, you're such a bitch!"I closed the driver's door, turned to pull open the backseat door, got in, and closed the door."What are you doing getting into my car?I can understand more and more now why Amy was so rude.Because that's the way her family is."

Fighting_Charlotte: I whirl around in the passenger seat to face you, my eyes blazing with fury. "Excuse me? You think you have the right to judge my family? I lean in close, my face mere inches from yours. ""I'm in this car because I refuse to let you paint Amy as the sole villain here. We're going to get to the bottom of this, whether you like it or not." My gaze rakes over your features, taking in the smug satisfaction in your expression. Something dark and primal stirs within me, a twisted desire to wipe that self-righteous smirk off your face.

Haiyan: Your body twists around, your eyes glaring at me angrily.I've never felt so violated before, you've invaded my car, you've entered my territory, and now you're accusing me so rudely, there's a fire rising inside of me, my dark side is starting to take control of my angelic side, and I feel like I'm going to explode as your face comes closer, and I hold back my anger one last time to demand, "Please get out of my car!"

Fighting_Charlotte: I ignore your demands, my lips curling into a wicked smirk as I sense the barely restrained rage simmering beneath your skin. Leaning in even closer, my breath ghosts across your cheek as I whisper huskily, Or what, Haiyan? You'll throw me out like the trash you seem to think I am? One hand comes up to rest on your thigh, squeezing possessively. Face it, darling. We're stuck together until we sort this mess out. And I intend to make the most of it. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, my eyes gleaming with a predatory light. Why don't we start by you telling me exactly what you think of me and my family, hmm? Don't hold back now...

Haiyan: Your wanton behavior made me completely lose my mind, and I removed my glasses, placing them inside the compartment by the door before violently reaching out and yanking on your blonde hair, pulling you hard towards the backseat."You're a bitch!Bitch!"My other hand squeezes your tits through your shirt, "You asked me what I think of you and your family.I think that you're all a bunch of sluts!"My lips quiver with excitement as my saliva sprays in your face.

Fighting_Charlotte: I cry out in pain and shock as you roughly yank my hair. The harsh squeeze of my breasts sends jolts of unwanted pleasure mixed with outrage coursing through my body and I find myself moving with you to towards the cramped confines of the backseat. I glare at you, wiping the spray of spit from my face with the back of my hand. "You fucking animal!" I snarl, my voice raw with fury, adrenaline and reluctant arousal. "How dare you lay your hands on me like that!" Despite my words, I find the sudden aggression ignite a fire deep within my core. "Is that all you've got? You'll have to do better than that if you want to put a woman like me in my place." And with that I grab you back at your hair and throw the first punch of our fight into you tit.

Haiyan: You actually crawled from the front row to my back row like that?Fuck, you're such a bitch.You howled and hit me in the chest with your fists, I felt pain and more anger, how dare you, a shrew, fight me in my car?I continue to pull your hair and swing my fists at your tits, now I'm done cursing you, I'm going to use all my strength to tear you apart.My fists pummel you one after the other, the adrenaline has made me ignore the pain and only think about how I can beat you up.

Fighting_Charlotte: I scream in agony as your fists pound into my sensitive breasts, the pain blurring my vision. Tears stream down my face but I refuse to give in, fueled by equal parts rage and perverse excitement. With a burst of desperate strength, I lunge forward, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of your neck. I bite down hard, marking you as I rake my nails down your chest, tearing at your shirt. The confined space of the backseat becomes a battleground as we grapple and thrash against each other, lost in a frenzy of violence and twisted desire. My skirt rides up allowing my damp panties to straddle your thigh.

Haiyan: The backseat was filled with the muffled grunts of a woman when she exerted herself and the low grunts of a woman when she was struck, it was obvious that you were a veteran of fights, your strikes were very decisive and efficient, and I was glad that I had taken my glasses off before I started to do anything, or that would have been a weak point for me.Your teeth bite into my neck, I desperately tug on your hair, pulling your mouth away from my pale neck before my teeth bite into yours.My nails rake across your shirt and begin to reach through the hem of your shirt to pinch your skin."Ohhhh, fuck, are you fucking wet?" My skirt rolls up to my waist and I feel a wetness as my thighs touch your panties.

Fighting_Charlotte: I moan loudly as your nails dig into the soft skin of my stomach, the sharp sting sending electric jolts straight to my aching core. Panting heavily, I grind my soaked panties against your thigh, too far gone to care about the depravity of our situation. "Fuck yes, I'm wet", I hiss, my voice thick with lust."Wet and ready to teach you a lesson, you arrogant cunt: . With a surge of strength, I grab your hair with both hands and try to thrust it down into the corner of the back seat....

Haiyan: I wrapped my body around you so that you were on top of me, pulled your hair with one hand, bit your cheek with my mouth, and started to probe down with my left hand and started to pick at your pussy through your wet panties, "I'm going to see if you're going to squirt inside my car.Bitch!"I put the belly of my finger against your clit and start circling it. Fuck, I feel like I'm getting wet down there, too.

Fighting_Charlotte: The fight is cruel as you rip at my hair and even mark my cheek with your teeth. I let out a guttural moan as your fingers find my aching clit, my hips bucking involuntarily against your touch. The rough fabric of my panties creates delicious friction as you circle the sensitive nub. "Ahhh fucking slut!" I cry out. I redouble my efforts, raking my nails down your chest and ripping open your shirt before I grab for your crotch, wanting to inflict as much pain as pleasure.

Haiyan: The fight has turned into a protracted battle, both she-cats have pinched each other's vitals, and now it's a race to see who has the longer endurance.My fingers grind back and forth on your clit, slowly plucking at the edges of your panties and beginning to invade inward.My teeth still bite your cheek or your earlobe, and my right hand sweeps inside your hair so that you can't concentrate on responding to my actions."Bitch, I'm going to fuck you."I felt unusually aroused when I said those words.

Fighting_Charlotte: I writhe and moan shamelessly as your fingers work my sensitive clit, my juices soaking through the thin fabric of my panties. The mix of pain and pleasure from your biting and hair-pulling has me dizzy with lust. "Nnngh, you cocky bitch!" I pant, struggling weakly against your grip. "We'll see who breaks first. I bet a prude like you can't handle a real woman." Despite my bravado, my body betrays me, arching into your touch as waves of heat radiate from my core. I manage to fumble past your skirt and then your panties and slip a hand in, cupping your mound possessively. "Mmmm, feels like someone's enjoying this as much as I am. Let's see how long you last before you're begging me to fuck you instead, slut."

Haiyan: Your movements send a jolt of electricity radiating from my core, making me dizzy and sending shivers through my body as your fingers stimulate my most sensitive parts.I open my mouth wide and breathe heavily, hoping to delay the onslaught of pleasure.At the same time, my fingers launched round after round of attacks on your private parts, my fingers exploring and thrusting inside, "I can bring you better enjoyment than your husband's trashy cock by a long shot!"I was so intent that I opened my mouth and kissed you on the lips, locking my mouth with yours.

Fighting_Charlotte: I moan into the kiss, my tongue tangling with yours as we devour each other's mouths. The filthy words spilling from your lips inflame my desire, my fingers plunging deeper into your slick folds. "Fuck, you're so wet for me already", I groan against your lips, pumping my digits in and out of your tight heat. "Such a dirty mom, getting off on fighting like this." I break the kiss to trail my mouth along your jaw and down your neck, sucking hard to leave my own marks on your skin. My thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles as I curl my fingers inside you, searching for that special spot. "That's it, cum for me you cum-hungry slut. Show me how badly you need this."

Haiyan: My breathing became ragged, fuck, you bitch came up here and started searching and attacking my g-spot, you really are a fucking efficiency bitch.Fuck you.I'm also getting a huge kick out of the crude dirty talk.My hands certainly aren't idle either, my index and middle fingers digging inside your tight pussy and my thumb pressing down on your clit, stimulating it back and forth, making it thick under my fingers."You're turned on, you're turned on, slut, I'm going to watch you squirt out on my leather seats now, I'm going to watch your fucking cunt cum inside my Escalade!"

Fighting_Charlotte: I throw my head back with a guttural moan as your fingers skillfully work my g-spot, my inner walls clenching tightly around the invading digits. "AAHHH FUCK! Yes, YES! I'm gonna make you cum, you dirty bitch" I wail, grinding my hips frantically against your hand. The dual stimulation of your fingers pumping in and out and your thumb assaulting my clit has me teetering on the brink of ecstasy. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna make you squirt all over your fancy seats! Paint them white like the pathetic slut you are!" My own fingers redouble their efforts, plunging knuckle-deep into your sopping cunt as I rub your clit with feverish intensity. Sweat beads on my brow from the exertion and overwhelming pleasure.

Haiyan: Your maniacal behavior has made me maniacal as well, I don't care anymore that my leather seats will be stained with your lustful juices, my eyes are red now and my fingers are moving in and out of your cunt so fast that I want to see you squirt your lustful juices, I can already feel some of them running down my fingers to my wrist and down my wrist to my elbow part, dripping down my shirt and then on to the leather seats..By the time they dried, it was a white stain for sure."Bitch, come on, fuck your mom, squirt for me, come for me!"My fingers picked up speed.

Fighting_Charlotte: FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!!! I scream as the intense stimulation pushes me forcefully towards the edge. My teeth grit as I'm fighting back a massive orgasm. I can hear how our pussy fluids slosh under the relentless knuckle deep finger fuck. rool escapes the corner of my slack mouth as I'm forced into a violently sexual hze. I dimly register your fingers pumping furiously as I finger blast your cunt towards climax. Juices run freely, splash even, wetting our innerthighs. Through the haze of pleasure, I keep fingering you relentlessly, determined to push you over the edge with me. "That's it, cum for me you filthy whore! Paint my hand with your slutty juices!" I rasp, my voice hoarse from screaming.

Haiyan: After feeling you already squirting your juices, my willpower begins to fade and my clenched teeth begin to relax as your attacks come in waves, one burst of electricity after another, and I feel my clit begin to throb as well, and the flood of water from inside my pussy begins to wash over your fingers, spewing outward down your fingers."Fuck you, bitch, did you fucking squirt? You squirted in my car, I'm going to squirt all over you!"

Fighting_Charlotte: I haven't quite cum yet...but the copious amount of juices escaping from my pussy makes you think otherwise. I feel your fluids splashing against my hand and arm and the depraved sight and sensation of you about to squirm and spasm is near enough to make me cum. "That's it, you dirty slut! Squirt all over me, SUBMIT!!!" continuing to pump my fingers in your tight Asian hole. I feel your own walls flutter and clench around my digits, signaling your impending peak. I growl, pistoning my fingers even faster, determined to make you explode from your spasming cunt. I'm taken by surprise however and find myself holding my breath. My eyes cross and my mouth goes fully agape. "AAAHHH! FUCK, I'm CUMMING!! I wail, my hips bucking erratically as wave after wave of intense pleasure wracks my body. I wail in ecstasy, my juices splattering obscenely across your leather seats and our joined hands

Haiyan: FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK! I feel your orgasm coming, your juices splashing out at the same time as mine, a massive flood pushing through your finger and jetting out, pooling with your juices and spraying all over the inside of the car.It was a full ten seconds before our screams slowly subsided and I slowly pulled my finger out of your pussy and put it inside my mouth and licked it, "Bitch, your juices stink just as bad as your character."

Fighting_Charlotte: Breathing heavily, I collapse against the opposite car door, my body still twitching with aftershocks of pleasure. We're both looking at each other, legs spread open wide, signs of our struggle too many to state. The musky scent of our combined arousal fills the enclosed space of the car. I watch in disbelief as you boldly suck my essence from your fingers, a fresh wave of arousal washing over me at the vulgar display. "You...you fucking degenerate", I pant, my voice hoarse from screaming. "Licking up my juices like a bitch in heat. I knew you were a closet freak the moment I saw you" I pant, a mixture of disgust and dark arousal playing across my features. "I bet your cunt tastes like cheap wine and desperation".

Haiyan: Equally panting, I lean against the door on the opposite side of you, my fingers rolling over my lips as I taste the flavor of your juices, smelling your lewd scent, "Your cunt tastes like a freshly mopped toilet!"Your movements are so lewd and wanton that it makes me want to pounce on you and tangle with you some more, but right now I'm all limp and can't move in the slightest.

Fighting_Charlotte: I shudder in revulsion and reluctant arousal at your crude comparison, my sensitive flesh still tingling from the aftermath of my intense orgasm. "A mopped toilet? That's rich coming from a woman who just creamed herself in her own car like a bitch in heat". Struggling to catch my breath, I glare at you through half-lidded eyes, my face flushed and hair disheveled. "You're utterly revolting", I hiss, my voice lacking its usual venom due to my exhausted state. "But I suppose even a dirty slut like you has her uses." I eye your limp form with a calculating gaze, a slow smirk spreading across my face despite myself. "You're just jealous that my cunt tastes better than yours ever could, you bitter old hag". I start to straighten my rumpled clothes, avoiding eye contact. "I can't believe I let myself get so carried away with a washed-up slut like you. You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a woman." Despite my venomous words, I can feel a traitorous heat building in my core once again. "I'm guessing your daughter is just like you, a "One ten dolla Asian whore!""

Haiyan: I was relieved to see you start to straighten your clothes, knowing that you had no intention of having a second round with me for a while.But again, your vicious words upset me immensely.My cheeks flushed and I felt the energy slowly return to my body.I similarly began to sit up, straightening my clothes and opening the windows of the car to let the lewd smell inside dissipate.The cold breeze blowing in from outside lifted my spirits noticeably, thankfully there was no one out there or they would have surely found out that we were doing something nasty in the car."Yeah?obviously, my cunt is much better than yours. You and your daughter are five dollar blonde bitches."I sneer back at you."Now, get the hell out of my car."

Fighting_Charlotte: I scoff at your insult, rolling my eyes dramatically. "Five dollar blonde bitch? Please, I'm worth at least million in the sack." I smooth down my skirt with exaggerated care, making sure to bend over slowly, giving you an ample view of my cleavage. "And trust me, sweetheart, my cunt is leagues better than your sad, stretched-out hole. I bet your husband can barely get it up anymore, which is why you're resorting to fighting like a common whore in the back of your car." I reach for the door handle, pausing to glance back at you "Don't think for a second that this is over. Our daughters' little spat is far from resolved. We'll be seeing each other again soon, I'm sure. Until next time, you cheap Asian whore!". I step out of the vehicle lean in one last time with a wicked grin. "Enjoy cleaning up the mess we made, you dirty slut. I'm sure it'll remind you of what a real woman feels like." and with that I slam the door shut. I smooth down my skirt and adjust my top, trying to regain some semblance of composure. As I reach for the door handle, I glance back at you with a smirk. Enjoy cleaning up the mess we made, you filthy slut. I'm sure it'll remind you of what a real woman feels like. I pause, my hand on the door, and add with a wicked grin, And don't think for a second that this is over. Our daughters' little spat is far from resolved. We'll be seeing each other again soon, I'm sure. Until next time, you cheap Asian whore!