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Cheryl Clashes vs Hal PT2
🕑 Added 2024-07-19 00:45:19 +0000 UTC
HalFaith
I circled you slowly for a few moments, watching you sway, taking your movements with a grain of salt. Knowing how WTO fights went, I knew you'd be stronger than you looked... more powerful... more durable. It was quiet enough in the gym to hear a pin drop for that moment - our shuffling feet on the canvas the only sound, muted by our own heavy breathes. Suddenly, and without warning, a brutal bicep flexed low and bulged, powering up into a brutal uppercut slamming straight into your fat tit, feeling the impact like a heavy bag beneath my leather. A smile crept across my face as I backed up just for a moment to see how you'd react - I knew I had to take advantage of any opening I got - I had height and age on my side, I had to work those melons to milk you dry, and the moniker 'The Bull' had been earned for absolutely ruthless aggression. Time to show it off like a real stud. "That's just the first of many. Just let me know when you're ready to give up, so we can get to the part where you suck the victor's cock." I murmur with a completely cocky smirk.
Cheryl Clashes
Our dance had begun, circling, eyeing one another. I had to give you credit, your rippling physique was easy on the eyes. With my gaze trailing over you for a moment too long, you took advantage. Your uppercut bounced my heavy melon up into my forearms, huffing in pained pleasure... But it was going to take much more than a simple booby blow to break my focus. You stepped back, but I quickly followed, low growling escaping my lips as I fired off a pair of left jabs toward your face. I wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off your face. This was my ring. I wasn't about to let some newbie knock me around. My right would take aim next, swinging a short uppercut aiming for your toned core. We both packed some power in our muscular frames, clear this was going to be a battle of attrition from the opening moments.
HalFaith
The smirk on my face seemed to have betrayed me for the moment, as before I even had the chance to lift my gloves back up I felt your veteran power pound into my face, eating that first left jab clean on the nose, my head tilting for a moment before the second lands, our sweat and oil in the warm light spraying around the ring. As my arms make their way up to my guard, I buckle for a moment as my rippling abs feel the power of your punches - grunting with a heavy, gruff tone. It was clear what we both wanted now, as we danced together - a complete and utter slugfest, of which I was all too happy to oblige - I scowl, my heavy gloves shoving your fist down as it retracts from my core, returning the favour with a short, pumping uppercut right under your tits, feeling it slam into your toned yet thick gut. My footwork takes one step back and my eyes stay locked with yours, timed perfectly with a swinging right hook aimed right at your pretty face.
Cheryl Clashes
My quick jabs landed, bobbing your head back with the snappy impacts. My uppercut slammed into your chiseled abs, making you fold forward slightly but not slowing you down much. You knocked my gloves away, my arms trying to lock back in only for a pained groan to escape me. Your uppercut slammed into my body, arm being grazed by my hefty melons. I shuffled back a few steps, body hunched slightly, right arm holding my solar plexus. My left arm was up to protect my face, reading your body as you locked that big hook in. My gloves absorbed some of the impact but the recoil still caught my cheek with my pink leather, knocking a spritz of sweat off my head. I stumbled one of two more steps to the side, shaking out the cobwebs a bit. I bit down on my mouth guard, growling at you, eyes narrowing at you. I'd charge back in, looking to continue the slugfest, not wanting to look like a pushover to the easily beatable bull. A right hook would take aim for your ribs, my left dropping lower, aiming a straight for your strained thong. I wasn't going to play fair... Not that there were many rules to hinder either of us anyway.
HalFaith
A smirk'd cross my face as I felt that big hook smash into your gloved up guard - I knew it rocked you, enjoying the moment of recoil you take. "I hope you're no-" I'm cut off suddenly as you charge, feeling your first big impact crush my ribs, bending me just for a moment, over your shoulder, before my straining, bulging thong feels the agonizing pain of your glove pounding up and into my already-throbbing shaft. I nearly have a flashback to the night with Masha as I buckle over and into your clinch, groaning gruff and low as a stain of pre-cum starts to drip from the tightly wrapped tip of my cock, blood rushing down to my loins as my sadomasochistic mind betrayed me. "W-what the fuck... was that... you bitch?!" I clinch tight with you, grunting and trying to keep us close, not wanting my body to admit yours was the only thing holding me up - but in my mind, I was pissed. A dirty whore going straight for my weak spot? The bad things I wanted to do to you flooded my mind as I chewed my wet mouthguard, moaning into your neck and shoulder as I fight to keep you grappled, and keep your dangerous gloves away just for a minute.
Cheryl Clashes
I felt you lean over me upon the first impact, allowing my low blow to connect uninterrupted. You wrapped your arms over my shoulders and behind my neck, pulling my face against your sturdy pecs. My arms gripped at your waist, feeling your weight shifting against mine as I had your caught off guard. My lips would gently kiss over your chest, even teasing your nipples like I would a regular titboxer. "What's the matter?... Tired already" I mocked, sultry gaze looking up at you. My gloves would slowly start to piston into your unprotected and. Short and steady shots landing, in hopes to sap away some more of your stamina. I was trying to push my advantage as best as I could, not letting the fog of war get to me too quickly as this battle was starting to rage on.
Comments
Roger Cockburn
I love the expression on his handsome face when she smashes her right glove into his big balls! Damn, the guy will be weak in the knees after that stone-breaker!
