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Mixed Wrestling Catfight
It was an ordinary evening… until I took his phone. In the messages — her voice, her photos, her “when are you coming over.” A mistress. For a long time, and confidently. I didn’t start yelling. I just walked up to him and showed him the screen. What started after that could no longer be stopped. First I started ripping his clothes. Then we fell to the floor. Then I was already sitting on top of him. Mixed wrestling. Catfight. No rules, no mercy. Face sitting — firm, heavy, until he stopped resisting. Headscissors — legs locked tight, the pressure increasing. He tried to break free. It didn’t work. This is not a performance. This is what happened when a wife found out the truth.
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