Tilly (Niveau 2) mail warning

Tilly was born in Cork, the youngest daughter of a rowdy Irish family where fists flew as often as words. Pub brawls, schoolyard scraps, and sneaky hair-pulling fights behind the churchyard were her education long before anyone taught her proper wrestling holds.

By her late teens, she wasn’t just fighting for pride — she was fighting for attention. Tilly discovered early that nothing thrilled her more than pinning another girl to the ground and feeling their body thrash underneath her. The first time she held a rival down too long and felt wetness soaking her own panties, she realized fighting and fucking were the same thing for her.

Her first real catfight happened in a dingy nightclub bathroom. What started as slaps and shoves turned into Tilly grinding the other girl against the tiles, kissing her between insults, and fingering her until she came screaming. From then on, Tilly was hooked.

She became notorious in underground circuits across Dublin — bare-breasted brawls behind pubs, oil-slick matches where losers were stripped and used, private sexfights for cash where men paid to watch her smother and grind rivals into messy orgasms. She lost often — and loved it. Being humiliated, pinned, fucked in front of a crowd only deepened her addiction.

Now in her late twenties, Tilly isn’t chasing belts or trophies. She’s chasing that perfect moment when the line between fight and fuck dissolves. Whether she’s riding a weaker girl’s face until they’re trembling or sobbing under a stronger woman’s thighs, Tilly lives for the ring — because in the sexfight world, humiliation is victory too.