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Street Fight Girls
Q: We'd like to thank Jesse for taking the time to do this street fight girls interview for the website. Hiya, Jesse!
A: Hi. I heard you guys were getting this together, way cool, thanks for asking me!

Q: Come on, girl, you know you're family!
A: Thanks. Kiss Kiss. LOL! That sounds so Hollywood!

Q: So you're going to tell us about a catfight you got into with your old room mate, right?
A: Yeah, it was pretty funny. I caught her wearing my panties and decided to give her a lesson in NOT touching my shit.

Q: You guys were living in Hollywood at the time, right?
A: Yeah. I was bartending at girl bar down in West LA and she was trying to be an actress. Just doing small extra roles and shit, but she thought she was a fucking star.

Q: So what happened?
A: Well, I had noticed some of my underwear was missing from time to time and then I'd find them in her dirty clothes pile by the washer (we had a complete washer/dryer set in the apartment that my mom had bought me when I first left home). Anyway, so like I said, my panties kept popping up in her side of the washroom and I was like bugging out, I mean, come on, wear my sweatshirt maybe, but my fucking panties?

Q: Not too cool.
A: No, so like one night she came home from a date with some movie producer, who was probably some garage mechanic schlub who had conned her into a sloppy backseat blow job with some bullshit about a "starring role" in his new movie, hehe. She came home, and was undressing in the bathroom. She took off her little slut black mini-skirt and I saw she had on my brand-new black silk panties I had just bought the day before. man, was I pissed!

Q: So you confronted her about it?
A: Damn, straight, I got right in her face and was like "You fucking bitch, who said you could wear my underwear? And my fucking NEW ones at that!" I was steamed...and then she said the WRONG thing!

Q: Which was?
A: She looks at me with her fucking pouty lips and goes "why not? It's not like my pussy smells". Okay, fucking Paris Hilton, you want to smell some pussy, bitch? I grabbed her by the hair and flung her straight across the room and proceeded to hammer her with some good open hand slaps. She tried to put her hands up and block them, but I punched her in the belly and when she dropped her hands to cover her stomach I started back in bitch-slapping her face. She was crying and screaming "Stop!" but I was pissed and it had been brewing a long time with this stuck-up slut so I gave her a good one and sent her into the bedroom closet door (which broke and I had to end up paying the landlord for, the fucking hairy bastard).

Q: I remember that! Wasn't like some crazy amount, like five hundred dollars?
A: Five hundred? Shit, try seven hundred! At least that's what he tried to collect, we ended up settling for half that when my mom's lawyer got done with him in small claims court.

Q: Bummer! So then what happened with your room mate?
A: I pulled off the panties she was wearing and stuffed them in her mouth! I was like "How's that taste, bitch!". She was crying and gagging because I really stuffed them down her gullet, hehe. She then spit them out and tried to fight back, but I grabbed her arms and threw her down on the carpet. I then pulled up my skirt and sat right on her face! I was humping her chin with my crotch going "Smell THAT pussy, bitch! How's THAT smell? HUH?!" She tried to throw me off but no luck, she was getting a good facesitting session that she was going to remember next time she even LOOKED at my underwear drawer! Eventually she stopped struggling and just laid there sobbing, so I got off her and went to my room, saying "Stay out of my shit or next time you'll be TASTING me!".

Q: LOL! Good one. Did she ever do it again?
A: No, the little crybaby called her daddy and moved out the next day. Fuck her, like I give a shit. Last I heard she was still blowing losers trying to get a role.

Q: So the moral of the story is "Don't fuck with a street fight girl"?
A: Damn straight!

Q: And especially stay out of her underwear drawer?
A: YEAH! LOL! Unless you LIKE catfighting, facesitting and being forced to smell my pussy!!
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