UNDERGROUND CATFIGHT

The night starts - the fights begin - Welcome to the Fight Club

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12:27 Desi1: More and more fans from the small community are arriving at the Fight Club. All sorts of people – a colourful bunch. But we’re all here to see some action. There are several fights on the programme today. 12:31 Desi1: I enter the room slowly and feeling a bit nervous. The final preparations are currently underway. Some people are chatting, others are laying the last few cables and checking the lighting. I walk slowly into the room. Frank, a big, easy-going bloke, greets me. “Ah, glad you’re here. How are you? Everything OK? You’re all right? Then get yourself ready straight away. Then we’ll have a chat...” I look around. The mat is being swept one last time; a few people are standing around with drinks in their hands. Frank shows me the way to the changing rooms and showers. I give him a nervous nod. So as not to stand around aimlessly, I walk slowly into the changing room. 

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12:36 Desi1: “Wait, stop!” shouts Frank. We’ll introduce you to your opponent first. 

12:40 Svenja_Marsulis: So this is the venue we were talking about in the preliminary chat. Somehow I’d imagined everything here to be a bit bigger, a bit more appealing, somehow — — — more glamorous. Never mind! A fight club isn’t exactly a petting zoo. 

12:44 Svenja_Marsulis: I’m curious to see if my opponent’s here yet – this Desi. What a daft name – sounds like a brand of ketchup! Paola, the co-manager, actually wanted to show me photos of several girls to choose from, but as soon as I saw the first one, I knew: it’s her or no one! 

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12:47 Svenja_Marsulis: I recognise that bitch from somewhere, probably from football. Maybe she was one of the Cottbus supporters? Never mind! We must have crossed paths somewhere before. Anyway, I can’t stand her. The whole lot of her repulses me. Deep down. Stupid, conceited bitch! 

12:50 Svenja_Marsulis: The thought of settling this with her today turns me on and sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach. As I walk into the Fight Club, the boss waves me over straight away. And lo and behold, there’s my sweet angel! In all her glory! Grinning at me condescendingly. “Just you wait, you won’t be laughing for long!” I think to myself, and join Frank without giving that bitch so much as a glance. 

 12:53 Desi1: Frank is grinning and clearly relishing his role as organiser. “Right then, Svenja and Desi. So, Paola told me you’ll be competing against each other. Well, brilliant. Go and get changed – the changing rooms are at the back – have a shower, and then we’ll get started. Contractually, everything’s sorted, so get a move on – we can begin.” 

12:54 Desi1: I feel a bit uncomfortable with the way Frank makes the announcement in such flowery language. But I just smile it off. Then he introduces this Svenja to me. I try to appear relaxed, but I can’t stand that girl, the way she’s standing there messing about. 

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12:56 Desi1: Frank’s speech has finally come to an end. I look around, towards the changing room door. I walk slowly past the other people into the changing room.

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13:09 Svenja_Marsulis: I follow Desi into the spartanly furnished room. Without a word, we begin to undress. The tension between us is almost palpable. As far as I’m concerned, you could even call it pure hatred.

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13:13 Svenja_Marsulis: Calm and focused, I take off my clothes, one piece at a time. I mustn’t let the other one see just how turned on she’s making me! They say there’s strength in calmness, don’t they? Let her realise that I’m mentally stronger than her too! When that bitch takes off her jeans and knickers, though, I can’t control myself and burst out laughing.

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13:17 Desi1: I’ve got undressed and am about to get in the shower. That daft girl starts laughing out loud, but I ignore her. I step into the shower and turn the water on. Focus on myself, concentrate. The water’s cold at first, then too hot – the usual rubbish with these showers from the GDR era. I shower in complete peace and tranquillity.

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13:19 Desi1: Right then, off the water and back to the changing room. 

13:23 Svenja_Marsulis: I shoot my opponent a withering glance from the arsenal of primal, archaic female hatred. ‘Your arse is fat!’ it says. ‘Your tits are too small and your belly too big!’ 

13:23 Svenja_Marsulis: I’m absolutely certain she understood me. 

13:25 Svenja_Marsulis: The unspoken language between women can be a weapon. And I know how to use it to perfection. 

13:27 Svenja_Marsulis: I revel in the warm water, letting it run over my breasts and caress my aroused nipples. I love dragging out this silent skirmish between her and me.

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13:31 Desi1: The water’s been turned off. I step out of the shower. At the same moment, my rival comes towards me. I suppose it was meant to be. She’s blocking my way with her towel. We’re standing face to face. She’s giving me a provocative look. I look right back at her. What a rotten bitch, that woman, with her vulgar manner and her airs and graces. She’s actually just a bit daft, but that’s just how it is with conceited young sluts who think they know it all better.

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13:37 Svenja_Marsulis: “Well, fat arse? Why are you trembling like that? Is that just your usual wobble or are you scared?” I ask. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick! You’ll have it over and done with in no time, cunt!” I add, patting the other girl’s cheek condescendingly. 

 13:39 Desi1: “Shut up, bitch!” I say, getting angry and raising my hands. I glare at you furiously. My heart’s racing. What a rotten piece of work she is!

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13:40 Desi1: You’re raising your hands too. I take a deep breath. Better to keep my cool now. This is definitely the wrong place to have an argument, I tell myself. 

 13:45 Svenja_Marsulis: That’s enough. This club hooker is certainly not going to give *ME* any orders! “Just shut your bloody mouth, you little slut, or you’ll be in for it!” I scream, and slap her hard across the face. 13:47 

Desi1: Arrghhhh! What a rotten whore – I’m seething with rage. Other women in the shower turn round and look at us. “Hey, save that for the mat,” says one, grinning. I’m boiling with rage and clench my fists. The other women come over to us and try to pull us apart.

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13:54 Svenja_Marsulis: “You’re lucky your girlfriends are coming to your rescue, you little slut!” I hiss, spitting in her face. “Otherwise I’d finish you off right here and now!” 

 13:56 Desi1: I look at you with contempt and try to appear calm despite my agitation. The girls step in and pull us apart. Just you wait, I think. This could get interesting with this slut. I slowly dry myself off and… and just then Frank peeks into the changing room, looking for us: “Are you coming?” asks Frank. I stand up and walk out of the changing room… 

 14:01 Svenja_Marsulis: I’m hot on the trail of that filthy bitch, every inch a winner. The fact that she barely put up a fight strikes me as a good omen. I just know that the splashing cow is going to go down against me. No matter how hard or how long the fight gets, in the end she’ll be lying beneath me, wailing. And the thought tickles pleasantly between my thighs. 

14:05 Svenja_Marsulis: As we enter the fight area, we’re met with supportive applause. There are even a few women in the audience watching curiously. They’ve probably overheard the row in the shower. Even if they may not have understood every single word, they know one thing for sure: that piss-head and I hate each other with a passion! Girls have an unerring instinct for that sort of thing. And knowing about our mutual loathing brings a glint of anticipation to their eyes.

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14:08 Desi1: “Come onto the fighting area,” calls Frank, grinning with anticipation as things are about to get underway. The audience is still fairly quiet, murmuring amongst themselves. They’re sizing us up and chatting amongst themselves. We make our way through the spectators onto the ring. The spectators clap briefly. Then it’s time to get started. Frank stays standing outside. “You sort this out amongst yourselves, girls.” Frank announces: “On the left, 23 years old, Svenja!” – “On the right, 32 years old, Desi!”

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14:20 Desi1: “Come a bit closer for a stare-down,” says Frank. We follow him, somewhat slowly and hesitantly.

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14:21 Desi1: The audience are clapping and cheering us on. “OK, step back apart, you two!” says Frank. We take a step back. The audience falls silent. The tension in the room is palpable. It’s about to begin.

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15:28 Svenja_Marsulis: I raise my fists and look the other girl in the eye. “Come on then, what are you waiting for, you slut?” I ask. “Come here, if you dare!”

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15:30 Desi1: I’m taking it slowly. Fists up. I look you in the eyes. Then I step to the side; we circle each other. 

 15:32 Svenja_Marsulis: “Fancy a bit of a fight?”, I ask. “I know a good remedy for that!” With that, I land a punch towards her chin. The spectators gasp, especially the women.

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15:36 Desi1: You step forward and swing at me. I raise my fists and your punch misses me, but grazes my forearms. I quickly step aside to avoid your swing. I restore the previous distance between us and glare at you angrily. ‘This is going to be a proper brawl,’ I say to myself.

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15:40 Svenja_Marsulis: Before that scumbag can come up with some brilliant strategy in her birdbrain, I dance towards her, feint with my left and immediately slam my right into her chin.

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15:42 Desi1: I quickly raise my arms again and bring them up to head height. I block your punch. The crowd gets louder and cheers us on. I concentrate fully and dodge to the side again. 15:43 Desi1: Then I step forward quickly, throw a mid-level punch at you, and you try to duck out of the way.

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15:46 Desi1: “Slut!” I say. “You won’t get through with your hands!” I hiss after her. The audience claps, cheers and chats amongst themselves. 

 15:52 Svenja_Marsulis: “Wait and see!” I pretend I’m going to hit her face again, but aim for her tits instead.

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15:53 Desi1: Once again, I raise my arms and block. I step aside again. The crowd gets louder and calls for more action.

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15:55 Desi1: I step aside and we circle each other again.

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15:55 Desi1: We’re spinning faster; I’m trying to push you backwards. 

 15:56 Svenja_Marsulis: I’m starting to sweat. That little minx is more stubborn than I thought! 

15:56 Svenja_Marsulis: Let’s see how he likes that? 

15:57 Svenja_Marsulis: I’m kicking hard towards her pussy.

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16:00 Desi1: Arrghhhh, you’ve hit me in the side. I stumble backwards and let my guard down. Your kick really hurt.

16:05 Svenja_Marsulis: I’m already chasing after you, smashing my fist into your face and trying once more to hit her pussy, this time with my knee. A murmur ripples through the audience; some women moan with pleasure.

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16:06 Desi1: Arghhhh! You hit me, and I step back. 

16:08 Desi1: Before you can kick, I grab hold of you and throw myself into your arms. Your kick misses, and I try to grab you and push you backwards.

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16:15 Svenja_Marsulis: Panting, we wrestle whilst standing. That bitch is stronger than I thought. I want to slap her, but our hands cancel each other out. Furious, I spit at her and try to trip her up.

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16:24 Desi1: I resist and try to control you. We’re wrestling standing up. When I realise you’re strong, I try to break free to the side. 

16:25 Desi1: The crowd is roaring. They’re betting on who’ll give in first. The spectators are calling for a close-quarters fight. Some are shouting “Yes, onto the mat!”, whilst others want to see the fistfight continue and are shouting “Break free and strike!” 

 16:30 Svenja_Marsulis: By now, we both look as if we’d rubbed ourselves with oil before the fight. The fact that her scent turns me on just makes me even angrier! I’m trying desperately to get her to punch herself in the face with her own fists. As we do so, our breasts repeatedly slam painfully against each other, but I don’t care. I kick my knee towards her crotch once more.

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16:35 Desi1: Arrghhhh, you’re jostling me with your knee. I’m falling backwards.

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16:36 Desi1: I quickly slide backwards and try to get back on my feet.

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16:37 Desi1: The crowd is shouting and cheering.

16:46 Svenja_Marsulis: I’m definitely not going to give that bitch time to get up and pull herself together! I’ll pounce on her in a flash and beat the living daylights out of her, as if we were in an MMA cage and there were no tomorrow. I want to hit her tits, her liver, her ribs, her solar plexus. Ah, I don’t give a damn whether I hit her or what I hit: I just want to hit, hit, hit! Even if she tries her hardest to put up some sort of defence. Even if she boxes back. I don’t care. All this hatred has to come out!

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16:50 Desi1: You throw yourself on top of me. I try to roll away, push myself up and try to get to the side. We’re wrestling wildly on the floor. Some people in the audience stand up to get a better view. I try to push you away and break free. 

 16:53 Svenja_Marsulis: As we roll across the mat, wrestling fiercely, I dig my sharp fingernails hard and mercilessly into her sweat-soaked tits. I squeeze them together, pinch her nipples, and pull them longer and longer.

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16:55 Desi1: Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, I’m moaning loudly. My breasts are aching like hell. I grab your arms and try to pull them away. 

 17:03 Svenja_Marsulis: “Bitch!” I straddle the slut, lean down towards her and force the arm reaching for me, along with the other one, over her head. 

17:04 Svenja_Marsulis: I can see how wet her armpits are. A new wave of hatred washes over me, because of all the sluts in the world, this one, of all people, smells so alluring. 

17:06 Svenja_Marsulis: “You little piece of shit!” I gasp, trying to slip my hand between her thighs to mercilessly tug at her wet cunt lips.

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17:15 Desi1: You grab my arms and try to push them aside. I fight back desperately.

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17:16 Desi1: I’m kicking my legs wildly so you can’t get a hold of my pussy. 

 17:20 Svenja_Marsulis: “Come on, you little slut! You want it too!” I hiss, and give her a hard headbutt to keep her still. Once again, I try to get a grip on her filthy cunt. 

 17:23 Desi1: Arrghhhh You’re pinning me to the floor and your head’s getting closer to mine.

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17:24 Desi1: You’re right next to my head, and your head’s bumping into mine. It hurts, so I turn my head to one side...

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21:49 Svenja_Marsulis: I can feel that my headbutt is having an effect and her strength is waning. Surely I should be able to take advantage of this, shouldn’t I? Without further ado, I pin her arms to the mat with my lower legs and turn round briefly to land a fist in her stomach as a precaution. I don’t want her to get any ideas about wriggling her legs around any more! Unstoppable, I move my hips towards her face. “Well, Desi? Fancy some pussy?”, I sneer. People are laughing, the women most spitefully of all. “Come on, Svenja! Facesit!” one of them screeches, earning a round of applause. Judging by her appearance, she could easily be a social worker who gives lectures on female solidarity as part of her job. Exactly the sort of person I’ve always found particularly likeable! I wonder if she’d be up for a spot on the mat with me…? 

21:53 Svenja_Marsulis: But no time for romantic musings! The bitch beneath me’s raising the alarm again. I mercilessly slam her down once more. The social worker starts drooling straight away. I know that glazed look all too well! I’d bet she’s got wet knickers! I really should speak to her afterwards.

21:55 Svenja_Marsulis: But first, let’s get on with my main job here! I don’t want to let my audience down! I’m already sitting on the slut’s face with my soaking wet pussy and am rewarded with loud applause. “Come on! Lick me, bitch!” I command. “Go on, you slut! Make me happy!”

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08:20 Desi1: Arrghhhhh! You’re sliding forwards and sitting on my chest. I’m flailing my arms and kicking wildly. The crowd is cheering. I brace myself and try to twist beneath you to throw you off.

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11:15 Svenja_Marsulis: What a feisty little minx! All this constant wriggling and kicking is getting on my nerves. That little bitch keeps trying to wriggle out of my grip! I hold her arms tight so I can slide backwards unhindered, let my tits dangle briefly over her ugly mug, and then press her upper body down against mine so that we’re lying face to face and breast to breast. Feeling her rock-hard nipples up close somehow turns me on, as much as I hate this bitch! My feet get tangled up in her legs to pin her down. “Are you finally going to keep quiet?” I ask, pulling her cheeks apart roughly. Then I wrap my hands around her neck. “Give up already, you depraved slut!” I hiss.

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11:21 Desi1: Urrghhhhhh I can feel you trying to pin me down on the floor. I’m kicking wildly. When you grab my face, I try to pry your hands away. I’m lashing out wildly.

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12:11 Svenja_Marsulis: What a sewer rat! “Shall I knock the wind out of you, or are you finally going to give up?” I gasp, bloodthirsty, grabbing her hair roughly and slamming her head against the floor several times. She’s lucky it isn’t made of concrete – which is actually what I’d prefer. Because by now, the hatred is consuming me to such an extent that I can literally feel one fuse after another blowing.

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12:16 Svenja_Marsulis: Some people in the audience are screaming – is it horror or excitement? “Get them all!” one of them shrieks. If that wasn’t the social worker who stands for women’s solidarity! 

 12:20 Desi1: Svenja is sitting firmly on top of me. My strength is fading. My senses are growing dim. I’m trying with all my might to push your hands away. I only perceive the audience as a noisy crowd. The exhaustion is growing ever more intense.

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12:27 Svenja_Marsulis: “Well, you slut? Don’t you want to put up a fight anymore? What a shame, really!” I sneer as I realise her strength is fading with every passing second. All that’s left of her struggling and lashing out is a limp flopping. 

12:38 Svenja_Marsulis: “You need some air, don’t you?” I ask with feigned concern. “I’ve just the thing for you! Some good old Svenja air!” In no time at all, I’m straddling her face, so that my dripping wet cunt is right on top of her, whether she likes it or not. I can feel her weak breath on my centre; it turns me on beyond belief. “Come on, lick me!” I gasp. “Lick me, you whore, or you’ll suffocate in my cunt! I’ve not the slightest inhibition, I swear!”

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12:41 Desi1: I’ve completely run out of strength. I’m gasping for air. I’m breathing heavily. I try to turn my head as your lower body moves closer to me. I look around helplessly. I’ve got no strength left... 

 12:45 Svenja_Marsulis: “Come on, you slut! Show me your tongue! Lick my pussy, or you’ll regret it!” I hiss. 

 12:48 Desi1: Urrghhhhhhhh – I’m completely knackered and have no strength left. I’m lying flat on the floor, just breathing heavily. 

 12:53 Svenja_Marsulis: “As you wish! If you don’t want to lick, you’ll feel the consequences!”, I say calmly, positioning myself so that you can’t breathe. “Does anyone have a newspaper for me?”, I ask the audience. “I’m bored!”

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13:13 Desi1: You’re pressing your pussy right into my face. I can’t react anymore and am lying helplessly beneath you. Some people in the audience are cheering you on. I can only perceive all of this as a blur now... 

 22:10 Svenja_Marsulis: Her filthy fish-mouth opens wide. As she tries to gasp for air, she sucks on my pussy – at first involuntarily, then increasingly willingly. With every breath, she has to inhale the beguiling scent of my superiority, whether she wants to or not. It colours her long, industrious cat’s tongue and her whole ugly snout with the taste of defeat. That’s how it should be, you slut! Riding her and feeling her lick me, as reluctant as she is lustful, makes me so wet that my juices drip into her open mouth.

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22:11 Svenja_Marsulis: Suddenly, I spin round, plant my arse right on her face, lean forward and spread her legs. “Look at this depraved fuckhole, everyone!” I gasp towards the audience. “Svenja proudly presents: The kinkiest cunt in the world!” How on earth can this whorish bitch be so incredibly wet? That filthy little lesbian just loves being on the bottom, doesn’t she? If so, today’s her lucky day, because I’ve got a really lovely, firm arse. For her stupid face, it’s definitely an upgrade! Why on earth does it feel so wet? No idea. The fairground whore’s probably whingeing. It can’t very well be down to my horniness, can it?

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22:11 Svenja_Marsulis: My pelvis is involuntarily making lustful circular movements against that stupid face. Blimey, that feels so good! Every single touch of her lips sends a new cascade of shivers of pleasure through my body, igniting a colourful, tingling firework display on and beneath my skin. I have to control myself not to scream out in pleasure, because nothing could turn me on more than triumphing over a hated rival! 

22:12 Svenja_Marsulis: “Look at this, everyone!” I blurt out, digging my fingers into her soaking-wet pussy lips, squeezing them roughly and tearing them apart forcefully, so that her hole grins wide and slippery at the crowd. Her clit glistens; it’s swollen taut and stands to attention like a little soldier. “Come on, bite off her pleasure spike, Svenja!” screeches the feminist social worker. 

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22:12 Svenja_Marsulis: The other women in the audience are by no means averse to the suggestion. With flushed cheeks and feverish eyes, they chant: “Bite! Bite! Bite!” 

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22:12 Svenja_Marsulis: Not a bad idea at all! But before I can give it a fair go, I’m lifted up by two strong arms. “That’s it for today! She’s done for!” says Frank. Sure enough, the silly thing is lying on the mat like a dead blowfly and hasn’t made a sound since.

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22:12 Svenja_Marsulis: The audience’s frenzied applause makes up for my disappointment at not being allowed to give that slut a bit of a more thorough thrashing. But there’s always something. And in life, you usually cross paths twice. Are you looking forward to it too, Desi? 

22:13 Svenja_Marsulis: Without a second thought, I grab her clothes and head for the shower, without looking back even once at the whimpering heap of filth I’m leaving behind. Let the binmen sort it out!

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