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Mixed Battles
Escaping the Worst
Product Details
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Erotic fighting
Уникальный код:
B-861
Mixed and F/F boxing, 280 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.
“Todd?” Veronica called out to him.
“Yes?” he replied eagerly.
“Come here.”
“I haven’t finished the dishes.”
“I said come here,” she emphasised, with a steel to her tone that always sent him scurrying.
“Now, Todd,” Veronica began after he reached her, still wearing his rubber gloves. “I have a new fight for you. Won’t that be nice?”
“When?” he asked glumly.
“Tomorrow afternoon. Her name’s Jorja. She needs the money, so I suggested she fight you for the usual fee. She agreed to be filmed, too. Cheer up! Think of all that lovely money if you win!”
“Yes, but I never do,” he whined. I always end up with a quarter of the money, while some woman gets three-quarters of it after buggering me senseless with some disgusting strap on.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen,” Veronica reassured him.
“I bet it does,” he thought miserably to himself, “Somehow or other, it’s inevitable.” But he judged it best not to express his thoughts. You don’t push your luck with someone like Veronica.
*****
Todd cheered up at the sight of Jorja. She was a raven-haired beauty. He stole furtive glances at her while they did their warmup exercises in the ring. Her purple leotard was cut well above her curving hips. Her build was on the slight side, with relatively large breasts, that seemed to glow beneath her shimmering, skimpy garment. It was agreed that Todd would fight naked, as usual.
After slapping hands, they locked up. Jorja may have been slight, but she knew how to use her body to its fullest fighting potential. It was obvious to Todd that she worked very hard at her physique – her reserves of strength, coupled with skilled footwork, were beginning to wear him down. She could, indeed, have overpowered him but she opted for a headlock instead. She had him hunched forward while her right arm firmly gripped his head in its crook.
She smiled for the camera – a rather mean smile, it has to be said – then brought him down so he was on all-fours (a rather unpleasant position, with worse associations for him). She maintained the headlock, teasingly holding his face hard against her left breast.
Taking a more leisurely (for her) position, she sat against Todd, still gripping his head, while holding his right arm locked in her thighs. He could still feel the lovely “give” of her breast on the back of his head. It was tormenting him, as it was no doubt intended to.
Yes, having said Jorja knew how to use her body skilfully for fighting, she was equally accomplished in exploiting its charms to tease, distract and unman. There is nothing like a schoolgirl pin for doing all three, and Jorja now stared down into Todd’s eyes, while pinning his wrists above his head. She ground her body against his, smiling at his groans and moans. Then she raised both herself and his wrists, so that she sat on his face for some self-indulgence.
Suffocating him, she asked, “Do you submit?”
When he hesitated, as was his wont near the beginning, she threatened, “Submit now, or else.” That was enough to make him, and Jorja flexed and posed for Veronica’s phone, still sitting on his face, before joining her at the ropes for close-up posing.
After standing with a foot on his face she insisted, “Get up NOW”, while looking at an imaginary watch. She impatiently pulled him up when he made a half-hearted effort at it. They locked up and it immediately went downhill for Todd – literally. Down he went, past those beautiful breasts, onto one knee, struggling, panting, shaking.
Surprise! She heaved him back up, then tumbled him down onto his back. Why bother with a long drawn out wearing down, when you can do a spectacular throw? She was instantly on him, locking his left leg high with her right arm. He vainly tried to prize her arm off him, but he was no match for her strength.
She was no stranger to dirty fighting either, briefly gouging his eyes with her thumbs, before lying across him and gripping his middle in a draining body scissor. She knew when she “had him beat”, and insisted that he submit, adding “bitch” for good measure. This time there was no hesitation, and the inadequate man added that he was her “bitch”.
Jorja kept the scissor going just for the hell of it, before kicking him in the face from the side when he was about to get up. He could only get up when she said so! She, however, did get up, and went over to the ropes for some more close up posing. There was just time to place a foot on Todd’s face briefly before ordering him to get up and fight.
But when Todd did get up, he asked if they could stop the fight. Jorja looked over at Veronica, whose response was that of the Roman Emperor putting his thumb down at the gladiator’s appeal.
At this, Todd tried a sneaky punch; but Jorja’s lightning reflexes enabled her to ward it off. All it did was anger her, and she got in a nasty left punch to the pit of his stomach. It was so low, in fact, that her fist landed in his pubic hair. He stooped and coughed, setting himself up nicely for a whack on the jaw. Jorja happily accepted the gift, her right fist roaring in and stunning him with its impact.
Todd retreated, but soon met the ropes, whereupon Jorja hooked her right leg and kicked him savagely in the ribs. There was a hideous “clicking” sound as some of his ribs cracked, and he was hard up against the ropes on his other side. They felt friendly, those ropes, promising escape, freedom and safety. All he had to do was go through them and run. Ah, but Victoria had locked them in the gym. Curse her, she thought of everything.
Jorja was merciless. Putting Todd in another headlock, she drove her left knee up hard into his balls. She hadn’t had this much fun for a long time – and she was going to get a nice, fat amount of money in the process! It has to be a woman’s ultimate mastery over a man, a swift knee to the balls. She had used it often enough before, but never had it been as rewarding or satisfying as it was now! She even took a little time off to mock his suffering and laugh at his groaning and moaning.
Just a little time, though. Oddly enough, it was Todd who now took the initiative – sort of. Because escape through the ropes was an impossibility, he took the next safest action he could think of, and clinched, holding Jorja tightly to him, so she couldn’t do any more damage. How lovely, in normal circumstances, to hold a buxom, curvy woman so intimately close to you! But these were not normal circumstances (okay, they were for Todd), and he clung TO her to provide safety FROM her.
The only trouble was it didn’t work. Jorja freed herself easily and disdainfully, frowning with distaste at his body, which was sweaty through exertion. Then she let him have it. Her left fist hooked into his jaw, and he slipped a few paces along the ropes. Then her right fist joined in the fun, uppercutting his chin.
“The fans will love that,” thought Veronica, as from side-on she caught Jorja’s breasts swinging, nipples erect with the excitement of the combat, and her round bottom swaying, as she delivered the punch. They would love it still more, she knew, when Todd collapsed after it, and fell on his back, unconscious.
So it was posing time, first next to the sleeping male that the lady fighter had just downed, and then for Veronica’s phone. But she had to get her money’s worth, and then went back to place her foot on Todd’s throat while flexing over him.
It brought him round, so she went down to meet him, as it were, and schoolgirl pinned him, holding his wrists above his head as before. She rubbed her voluptuous body against his. He could feel those hard nipples digging into his chest through the wispy material of her leotard. Lower down, she ground her sex against his manhood. But, sexually stimulated as she was, she didn’t want to climax just yet. She had something else planned (let me guess, thought Todd grimly).
Sure enough, she had brought a strap on. But Veronica kept her word and marched into the ring, demanding she go no further. Jorja, though, was in no mood for compromise, and regarded strap on action as the victor’s right. They chose to settle their differences with a gloved boxing match, naturally with gloves to suit the colour of their leotards.
Todd, outside the ring, watched with alarm as a purple glove landed on Veronica’s right jaw. He was relieved when a grey glove answered it with a similar blow, equally hard, on Jorja’s cheek. She, though, was resilient, and responded almost rhythmically with a left, full-on to Veronica’s face.
Jorja seemed to have lost none of her energy fighting Todd, and she swiftly darted out of the way of a left from Veronica, then responded instantly with a brutal right to the temple. Veronica valiantly tried to equal the scores with a left hook, but her agile opponent backed away from it and struck her tellingly in the ribs. Realising she had hurt her, Jorja drove her onto the ropes with a left deep into the stomach. She followed up with her right, mercilessly into Veronica’s breasts, who sank down on one knee.
“Get up and fight,” demanded Jorja.
She did, rather painfully, and Jorja impatiently gestured to her to meet her in the middle. She complied, and they circled. In a spirited comeback, Veronica landed a good solid left to Jorja’s face. But Jorja came straight back and planted her left on Veronica’s chin. Then she hooked her right into Veronica’s ribs.
Jorja had been surprised by Veronica’s successful punch after getting up. She was annoyed with herself for letting her guard slip and losing the initiative. But she made up for it now, coming at her opponent like a machine. A left cross had Veronica in trouble; a right cross banged into her jaw; her left glove crashed into Veronica’s chin; her right one did the same, only harder.
On the verge of panic, Veronica clinched. But the punching machine forced herself free and continued her destruction. Veronica got the horrible, sickening taste of leather as Jorja’s left glove ploughed into her mouth. Then a right uppercut put her out of her misery. She fell down, and for a few moments lay peacefully while Jorja posed for Todd, now with the camera.
But it was time for Jorja to count her out. Standing over Veronica, she got to four and announced, “Todd belongs to me”. At eight it was, “Veronica, are you done?” Ten, and Jorja called herself “the better woman”.
There was some more posing before she ordered Veronica to get on all fours, just for some humiliation. Then Todd heard words that made him shiver: “Get my strap on.” He put it on her, feeling the pliant skin of her buttocks as he did. How he wished he could just enjoy feeling them without (a) having to fight first, and (b) fitting that evil contraption.
“Here we go again,” he thought, as Jorja ordered him to get on his knees and suck it. So much for Veronica saying she wouldn’t let this happen! Yuk. It was revolting. How on earth could anyone gain sexual pleasure from him sucking a piece of plastic? Yet Jorja did. She was ecstatic.
When she came down from her “high”, she pushed Todd onto his back with her foot on his chest. She posed some more over each former opponent in turn and directed Todd to get her “stuff”. Then, still wearing the strap on, she abruptly left.
Well, thought Todd lying there, sucking that thing may have been disgusting, but bearing in mind what usually happened, he had at least escaped the worst.
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