Maggie (5', 118#) was about to wrestle a 110 pound model when the beauty suggested cat fighting! "My girlfriends and I cat fight for fun..." Mag Pie actually thought the poor girl was going to hurt herself, but agreed all the same. Yet no matter how hard Mags pulled her hair, slapped her face, twisted her nipple or yanked her panties in an atomic wedgie, Marauder smiled with enjoyment.

Surprised, but focused, Mag unhooks her opponent's bra and pulls down her panties. Marauder returns the favor, albeit with greater struggle. The two divas roll around smacking the out of each other...

Maggie (5', 118#) was about to wrestle a 110 pound model when the beauty suggested cat fighting! "My girlfriends and I cat fight for fun..." Mag Pie actually thought the poor girl was going to hurt herself, but agreed all the same. Yet no matter how hard Mags pulled her hair, slapped her face, twisted her nipple or yanked her panties in an atomic wedgie, Marauder smiled with enjoyment.

Surprised, but focused, Mag unhooks her opponent's bra and pulls down her panties. Marauder returns the favor, albeit with greater struggle. The two divas roll around smacking the out of each other, titties bouncing like basketballs during March Madness. They grab one other by the hair to direct their face until Maggie has had enough and puts Marauder in an arm bar. But the crazy bitch doesn't tap, and opts to bite the back of Mag's knee! Needless to say Maggie is pissed and throws her hips into the arm bar, "I think you might break my arm!" Sensing her resolve no to tap, Mag Pie lets loose of her prey, to fight another day...