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"And so.. what, we just hit each other?" Lucy eyed the glove with apprehension.
"What? Do you wanna hug in them instead?" Alice snorted as her hands descended into the leather.
"What if I end up knocking you out?" Lucy said, a worrying tone overtaking her voice as she spun the glove around in her fingers. She was staring at it as if it was going to bite her.
"Well technically that means that you won." A devilish smile overtook Alice's lips as she bounced up and down with glee. She stopped bouncing when she noticed Lucy's unease. Her gloved hands reached out, loving arms offering their warmth as they slowly surrounded Lucy's body. Lucy's head ended up on Alice's breast with Alice's warm breath coming down like a comforting blanket. The two sat locked in that embrace for a moment, Alice waiting for Lucy's breath to slow before she spoke.
"Look. We'll go soft at first. We're not trying to hurt each other. i just though this could be a little break away from the norm." The soft leather of Alice's gloves tickled Lucy's scalp, rolling over strands of milky white hair. "I know how nervous you are to try new things but trust me, this will be fun. If it isn't then we'll stop in an instant."
Suddenly Lucy was smiling, it was a wary smile but a smile nonetheless. Lucy slowly pushed away begrudgingly, delving her own hands deep into the leathery depths before striking a quick pose with her fists hovering in front of her face. "And when I knock you out, just know I'll be rubbing your face all over my ass."
Suddenly there was devilish laughter shared from both sides, laughter that echoed off the walls and spread throughout the room.
"Want me to go over the rules again?" Asked Alice, her voice splitting the air and stopping the giggles. Lucy shuffled back and forth on her knees. The bed felt as squishy as quicksand, her legs sunk into the soft mattress like battleships sinking deep into the ocean. Lucy could remember the rules plain as day but still she nodded twice, anything to give her more time to prepare.
"So.. we're boxing. Throw punches at your opponent til they go down and then you can sit on their face. Try not to punch my fucking lights out, soft jabs to start and maybe we can turn up the intensity towards the end. Sound fair enough?" Lucy again nodded twice, her head resembling that of a bobble head.
"What do I do with you when I knock you out. Should I just chuck you in the dumpster or..." Alice rolled her eyes, loving when her girlfriend talked tough.
"It's cute you think you'll be knocking me out. Who's always hiding behind me when it's her turn to order at a restaurant?" Lucy blushed and thick crimson like tendrils wrapped themselves around her cheeks. It was true, she did have an over reliance on Alice whenever public speaking was involved.
"Shush. Let's get started. I'm tired of hearing your voice. I want to shut it up with some leather." Lucy tried to talk in her burliest voice but ended up sounding more akin to a clown which caused Alice to bust out into laughter. The two slowly scooted towards the center and their heads came forward, a kiss shared under the dim bedroom light. Lucy savored Alice's taste for a moment before both of them scooted back and took positions at opposite sides of the bed.
There they sat; Alice's serious features glaring from behind heavy, black leather gloves at Lucy who couldn't stop smirking from her matching pair of pink gloves. The two were scantily clad in nothing but bras and panties. Time seemed to move slower, the tension in the air thick enough to be cut with a knife as both waited for the other to start the match.
"Well.. You gonna hide over there behind your gloves all night or are you gonna come box me." Alice's voice broke the air like a rock through a stained glass window, her voice was merely a whisper but it thundered in Lucy's ears.
Lucy slowly started forward moments later. "I'm coming, I'm coming. I was just giving you a chance to give up if you wanted." Lucy punctuated her words with a wiry, nervous smirk that looked as solid as cracked glass.
Alice gave a confident smirk in retaliation and started forward, marching across the mattress as quick as one could on their knees. The mattress was like quicksand, gripping to their knees and trying it's damnedest to drag them into the deep. The two met in the center and stared at each other for a long moment, their breath breaking on the cool air and evaporating into a diamond like mist. Looks were exchanged as the two tried to figure out the best way to start.
Their blocks were sloppy and their stances sloppier. Their gloves hovered around their chin, the leather becoming heavy on their fists and feeling like weights that would be attached to a prisoner. Their knees were spread and kept slipping on the soft, satin sheets; it was akin to boxing in an ice rink. Lucy could feel her heart in her throat, every beat making her feel like she wanted to throw up as nerves began to overtake her entire body and make it feel as though her skin was covered in pins and needles.
Alice threw the first punch, impatient as ever. Her fist skidded through the air slightly faster than a snail before smashing into Lucy's pink gloves with a pathetic piff. Lucy's gloves jolted back, smacking her lightly in the chest and causing the thick fleshy orbs to jiggle and wobble as if they were jello. Lucy's eyes widened in surprise and suddenly the tension was shattered like a wrecking ball through a brick wall.
Lucy retaliated seconds later, raising a glove up and swinging it wide in a left hook that fluttered through the air with the same urgency as a butterfly looking for a flower to land on. Seconds later her glove smacked into Alice's arm with a light leathery smack that made Alice jump more than do any actual damage.
By now both no longer had any qualms about throwing punches, their confidence growing by the minute while the feeling of sensual blood lust began to fill the air.
Lucy tried desperately to pull her glove back to fix her guard but Alice was quicker and her glove lightly slipped out and rushed forward, pounding Lucy straight in the nose with a soft jab that sent a fleshy paff into the air. Lucy's head recoiled almost instantly, her eyes flicking up towards the ceiling while a bit of spit spilled from her cherry red lips. Her whole body rolled backwards and almost tipped completely over.
"Mmph!" Lucy whimpered, her head feeling as though a haze had suddenly began it's descent over her brain. Her thoughts became clouded and her eyes blurred for a moment before refocusing.
Lucy sloppily brought up her gloves just in time as the dull sound of leather on leather erupted throughout the room. Alice continued to press her advantage, scooting forward across the bedspread and throwing out jab after jab, each one growing in power as she found her confidence. Lucy's guard nearly fell apart from the barrage of jabs, her gloves bouncing back and forth from the continuous slams of leather on leather. She hid behind her gloves like a coward, guarding her face as she hid her features and scooted backwards. The drywall behind her sat with open arms, icy white waiting for her presence. Alice advanced with every punch and Lucy suddenly knew she was in trouble, her teeth gritting as the punches never seemed to stop.
"L-Let me.. P-Play!" She whined through gritted teeth, annoyed that Alice wasn't even giving her a chance. She found her moment seconds later though.
The tips of Lucy's toes touched the wall behind her which sent a dreadfully cold shiver down her spine. Alice had thrown so many punches at this point that sweat was beginning to barrel down her forehead and splatted between her ample breasts. Her punches were slowly beginning to slow which left opportunistic gaps in her light jabs. Lucy picked up on this and carelessly threw a hook in a gap between jabs. Lucy's fist sailed through the air much cleaner this time with a target in mind. Alice's cheek sat fully open and on display, smashed down moments later by soft, warm leather that sent her head spiraling to the side.
Alice went down almost instantly, her body bouncing against the bedspread like a basketball being dribbled. Her gloves instantly went to her features as she cradled her injured cheek while rolling back and forth like a fish that had been tossed from the water. She raised her head for a moment, staring at Lucy through jumbled eyes that couldn't focus before finally her head fell back to the sheets and she laid there for a moment trying to catch her missing breath.
"M-Mgh.." She moaned softly, head lolling back and forth as she tried to clear the cobwebs from her brain.
"What's wrong Alice? Did that hurt? Did that hurt huh? Did that not feel all that good? Let's count you out huh?" Lucy's every word was filled with glee. The words spilled from her lips in quick succession. Silently she was celebrating the fact that for once it was Alice on her back.
Lucy slowly scooted forward, her knees sinking deep into the soft and squishy mattress with every single step. She softly shoved Alice back down, making sure that she was flush with the mattress before sliding over top of Alice's slick body and pinning her down under her lithe form. Lucy's thick cheeks formed up on Alice's stomach, burrowing down into the soft flesh and expelling the air out of Alice's lungs. The two were enveloped in a sea of warmth that was shared between their bodies. Alice's black gloves came up and softly shoved on Lucy's tummy, trying desperately to get the weight off of her stomach.
"G-Get off me you witch." Alice's lips began to transform into a soft snarl of rage, not used to being the one on the bottom.
"There we go, this is how it should normally be. Right? Let's start counting. Do you wanna help me or is your brain still too foggy? OOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEE." Lucy dragged the number out, nearly shouting it so that it echoed off the walls and became embedded in Alice's ears.
Alice's eyes began to narrow and again she shoved at Lucy's stomach, harder this time but not hard enough. Lucy looked down her nose with a devilish smirk, giggling softly as her soft tummy shook jiggled from the faint hits. "TWWWWWOOOO."
Alice was starting to wonder if Lucy would've taken it all the way to ten if given the chance. She wasn't going to give Lucy that chance, pounding her glove into Lucy's stomach with as much force as her wobbly arms could muster. It was just enough to cause Lucy to expel some spit from her lips and get the point that Alice was ready to continue. She slowly scooted back, slipping off Alice's legs and returning to the center of the bed with her gloves raised high and floating around her features. Alice slowly rose like a zombie rising from the grave, rolling over onto her stomach before pushing up onto her knees and raising her fists.
Once again the air was thick with tension, fire blazing in both sets of gazes with neither girl wanting to back down now.
Lucy and Alice slowly slid forward as quick as snails with their guards haphazardly raised and their fists itching to throw a punch.
Alice started off the foray by throwing two slow moving jabs that ricocheted off Lucy's solid guard. Lucy, excited to return Alice to the mattress, threw her signature hook once again. This time though it was thrown in a sloppier manner, her weight was behind the hook and her body stumbled forward with her face nearly smacking into Alice's raised gloves. Her hook went entirely off course, instead going behind Alice's head and getting caught on her neck. Lucy's mouth shot open in surprise and she sat there for a moment tugging on her arm to try and get her appendage back.
"Awwh, are you trying to hug me? Well how about I give you a kiss with your hug." Alice's voice was a low sensual whisper that slipped off her tongue like a slithering snake. She leaned in and pressed her lips onto Lucy's in a careless manner, her lips slipping and sliding against Lucy's with reckless abandon while her tongue fiddled with the entrance to Lucy's lips. Her fist rocketed down a moment later, swinging around like a mace and embedding itself into Lucy's side. The heavy leather sank deep into Lucy's pale flesh and gave her a quick jolt of pain that caused a glob of spit to erupt from behind her lips. "Mmgh!"
"Did that hurt? Come on Lucy. Free your arm." Whispered Alice throughout the kiss, swinging her arm once again and going two for two on Lucy's side. Lucy whole body jolted, rising like a quivering wave and threatening to topple over with each leather studded hit. She was breathing heavy, spit falling from her lips as suddenly she clung to Alice in the hopes that Alice wouldn't let her fall. Her free arm grabbed onto Alice's side, sliding over the sweat soaked skin in a pathetic clinch that could've been broken easily by a more seasoned boxer.
Alice erupted into a fit of giggles, feeling Lucy's gloves rub along her body and soak up her sweat. The cool leather was causing goosebumps to erupt along her skin and causing her nipples to poke against the tight material of her bra. Their bodies were suddenly smooshed closely together with Lucy trying desperately to break the kiss so that she could retreat and tend to her wounds. Her arm finally freed itself, falling to the wayside and hanging uselessly at Lucy's side like a concrete block that was connected to her arm. Sweat billowed from Lucy's brow and cascaded onto Alice's chuckling lips.
"Come on bitch.. Get off me. Get off me and box." Alice whispered, her voice a low seductive growl. Her hot breath cascaded onto Lucy's lips before suddenly she pressed forward and locked Lucy in another dominant kiss.
Alice's gloves began to fiddle with Lucy's body, pushing and softly pounding against open skin in something that resembled a goofy wrestling match. She pushed and shoved while Lucy tried desperately to hang on. her gloves grabbed to sweaty skin, slipping and sliding as if they were stuck on ice. Lucy's futile grabbing only lasted so long though and finally she ended by being shoved backward, stumbling back a step or two while trying desperately to raise her gloves.
Alice stepped out instantly and began to retaliate, paying Lucy back for the last round in spades as two quick jabs thundered forward through the air and slapped against Lucy's open face with two quick thwaps. Lucy's head slammed back like a bobble head, bouncing back and forth as her eyes slammed closed and two quick grunts left her lips. More spit erupted from her slightly open lips and her eyes sat completely closed while her gloves desperately came up and floated in front of her injured face. Alice wasn't done yet though and she slowly started to continue her approach, peppering Lucy's frail guard with a barrage of jabs that kept Lucy on the defensive. Lucy was breathing heavy, her guard slowly beginning to fall just below her eyes. She watched Alice with open lips and exhausted eyes, her shoulders rising and falling with every heavy breath.
Alice quickly swung her gloves around, throwing sloppy left and right hooks that were aimed for Lucy's side. They shuddered through the air one after the other, smacking into the open flesh with loud fleshy thwacks. Lucy was a mixture of grunts and whining as her body began to rebel against her and pull her guard away from her face down to her sides. Her sides were beginning to form up with light purplish bruises that stung to the touch but somehow the pain felt good, it felt right, it felt like something she wanted to feel.
Alice noticed the break in Lucy's guard and followed up with something that resembled a right straight though it had hardly more power behind it than a typical jab Her fist slammed into Lucy’s open nose, crunching down the sensitive flesh and causing a small yelp to be heard through the room as Lucy fell backwards like a tumbling tower and slammed into the open mattress with a resounding THUD. Lucy's gloves came up and she instantly began to cradle her face, rolling back and forth while gently kicking her legs up and down as if she were throwing a fit. She didn't say anything but her actions spoke volumes as painful little tears erupted from her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Alice smiled a wide grin, slowly marching forward like a soldier that had just eliminated a whole camp of enemies. Confidence was plain on her face and her movements mirrored that as she advanced.
"What's wrong? Huh? You give up?" Lucy didn't respond to Alice's taunts, instead kicking a foot out to try and strike Alice in the tummy. The kick missed, hitting nothing but the open air. "Awwh. Is someone throwing a fit?" Alice said as she advanced, kneeling next to Lucy's body and rubbing a glove through the sensitive white strands of hair that sat strewn around the mattress.
Alice slowly threw a leg over Lucy's downed form, taking roughly the same pose that Lucy had taken earlier. She sat on Lucy's tummy, feeling the soft flesh bubble and roll beneath her thick cheeks. Lucy stopped rolling and slowly pulled her gloves away from her nose, annoyance plain as day on her face. She felt like she was trapped in a fog, Alice having a blurry outline around her whole body. Every movement of her head felt slow, as if she was trapped in molasses.
Alice couldn't stop staring her vibrant green eyes looking like two emerald gems as they looked down on Lucy who laid there with stars in her eyes. Alice's gloves came down and slowly drifted around Lucy's cheek, rubbing it softly.
"How's your head huh? Does it feel good?" Alice said with a little smirk fluttering on her face. "You know what's going to feel even better?"
Alice slowly put her glove down on Lucy's chest, lifting herself up and spinning around in a short circle. She sat her thick cheeks back on Lucy's chest, crushing the two jiggling orbs under her pale ass and turning them as flat as pancakes. Alice slowly looked over her shoulder, her teeth coming down on her bottom lip and biting sensually into the soft, sensitive flesh. She slowly scooted back inch by inch, hovering her ass over Lucy's face and slowly twerking her hips back and forth like some sort of sadistic strip show. Lucy's gloves came up, softly smacking away on Alice's ass and making the flesh jiggle in Alice's tight black panties.
Alice began to giggle as she watched Lucy's pathetic performance. "Whats going to feel even better is a little boxing match between your face and my cheeks." Alice scooted back seconds later and Lucy was suddenly coated in a sweaty, smelly darkness that caused the fog in her head to increase ten fold.
Jiggling flesh smacked Lucy's face back and forth, filling her mouth and pinning her nose as small lines of sweat streaked down her features and caused her to choke and gag like a woman be exercised of a demon. Alice's scent filled her nostrils as she sniffed to try and bring some sort of oxygen to her burning lungs, breathing and snorting like a cute little piggy as she tried desperately to breathe some fresh air.
"F..fmmgh! Get.. getmph.. offmh!" Lucy's gloves began to smash Alice's butt, cradling the soft flesh and smacking it around like ping pong paddles smacking around a ping ping ball.
Alice didn't stop for a second rubbing her ass back and forth to smear her cheeks around Lucy's face, she made sure that humilistionnwas the only feeling on Lucy's mind, rubbing her ass in small circles that caused Lucy's nose to go ever deeper moment by moment. Lucy was kicking her feet faster and faster, windmills them in the air while her gloves smacked uselessly against the pale cheeks currently covering her face.
Finally Alice lifted herself, giving Lucy a small break. Lucy laid, breathing heavy through her nose as she coughed and sputtered with more spit coming out of her lips. "How do you like your boxing match? Huh? Is this a fun match for you? You ready to give up? Should I count you out?" Lucy's eyes began to tear up as Alice spoke, the humiliation was beginning to break apart her already wavering pride.
"ONEEEE."
"TWOOO."
"THEEE."
"FOUR."
By the count of four Lucy finally began to move, she began to shine harder on Alice's ass, sending small left and right hooks rocketing into Alice's sides which caused Alice to finally scoot forward and remove herself from Lucy's face. She turned around slowly, continuing her count and listening to her own voice as it echoed about the room.
"FIVE."
Lucy pushed onto her hands and knees, breathing heavily as she slowly shook her head and got back onto her knees.
"SIX. You good loser? You wanna continue?" Alice asked in an annoying tone which received just a single solemn nod from Lucy.
Lucy's gloves felt like they were encased in cement, every movement causing a heavy breath of air to slip from her lips. She slowly raised her gloves, hardly able to hold them in front of her face, they slowly began to slip down to the base of her chin as sweat streamed down her features and dripped onto her open breasts. Every breath from her lips sounded strained as if she had just finished a marathon, misting on the air like a fleeting ghost.
Alice only gave Lucy an uninterrupted moment to catch her breath before she started forward like an advancing soldier with a big smirk plastered on her thin lips. Her gloves rose and fell like the tide. Her body was slick with sweat that was streaming down her skin and sticking to her already sticky thighs. She was smirking but it was clear she was slowly getting exhausted.
Lucy begrudgingly pushed away from her edge of the bed, shimmying forward and meeting Alice in the center of the bed. The air was silent for a moment as they both stared at each other from behind the safety of their gloves. Both were clearly afraid of getting hit again as they knew the next down would most likely be the final one.
Alice being the stronger of the two started off the dance by throwing a quick soft jab. Her glove rushed forward and smooshed down Lucy's lips in one smooth movement. Lucy's head jolted back and a bit of spit sprayed into the air. Her already shaky knees turned to jelly and nearly completely fell apart. her gloves one again shot up seconds later, blocking her face like a wooden wall made entirely out of toothpicks. Alice quickly tried following up with a heavy hook but Lucy's block was already raised and the glove uselessly bounced off to the side with a solemn thud.
Lucy returned fire a second later, her glove swinging out in a barely comprehensible straight. Her eyes were rotating in her skull and suddenly there were two Alice's staring at her through the brain fog that was taking over her head. Her glove just barely landed, smacking into Alice's chin and grazing the bottom of her lips with a hefty paff that erupted throughout the room. Alice's head snapped down and her eyes slightly bulged as spit spilled from her lips onto the top of Lucy's glove.
Seconds later Alice fell forwrd like a tree toppling over, her arms going wide as they wrapped around Lucy's lithe form, gloves squeezing at her back and slipping down the sweat soaked flesh. Alice's head hit Lucy's shoulder, spit spilling forth like a waterfall falling down a cliff. Lucy could feel the chill of Alice's spit as it sent a shiver up her spine and caused a small moan to break free of her lips. Alice was breathing heavy, her every breath stained with a lust as she struggled to hold herself up. Lucy turned her head, her lips brushing past Alice's ear.
"Yeah? You like that bitch? Huh? Come on, get off me and box." Lucy kissed Alice's cheek, her tongue sweeping out like a heavy leather whip as it smacked against Alice's ear and sent a small moan traveling from Alice’s lips into the chilly air.
"F-Fuck you.. b-bitch.." Alice said through tightened lips, barely able to speak as she struggled to keep her head up.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Fleshy thwacks began to fill the air as Lucy hit Alice with a crescendo of whacks right to her open side. Every hit caused Alice's whole body to bump and jump as if it was stuck in an earthquake while small amounts of spit spilled from her lips and coated Lucy's back like a mural in the making.
Seconds later Lucy gave Alice a single push, grabbing onto her shoulders and sending her backwards right into the bedspread. Another loud thud, this one having an edge of finality to it.
Alice laid on her back looking up at the single light that hovered above their bed, her head slowly drifted back and forth with her lips opening and closing like a fish that was stuck out of water. Her gloves twitched and raised without doing much else while her eyes had the look of glassy gems that were penetrating the dim light that surrounded them.
"What's wrong? Can't get up?" Said Lucy through heavy breaths, struggling to keep herself upright as her sides roared in pain. She slowly straightened, walking on her knees to where Alice laid. "Come on.. Get up. I'm not done with you. Get up." Secretly Lucy hoped that Alice stayed down, her entire being on fire with bruises beginning to bubble to the surface.
Alice slowly lolled her head to the side, opened her mouth as if to say something before finally she closed her lips and looked towards the ceiling in defeat. She could hardly move, could hardly speak, could hardly do so much as little whimpers that were meaningless on the open air.
Lucy causally tossed a leg over Alice's body, sitting deep on the already deflated stomach. Her glove came down and brushed over Alice's cheek, shoving away a single strand of black hair. Then her fist tightly clenched and she pressed the leather up against Alice's cheek, sticking out hr tongue as she did so. She tilted her head to the side, rubbing the glove into Alice's already injured cheek.
"Do you like eating leather Alice?" Lucy asked her voice singsongy as Alice groaned in response. "Seems like you do with how much leather you were eating this match. Should I count you out? Is that what you want? Are you ready to lose?"
Lucy slowly turned around, sitting her cheeks on Alice's chest and crushing the already punished pieces of flesh under her rather large rear. Her fingers came back a second later and snaked up one of her exposed cheeks, rumbling over the soft flesh and tracing a little line as she caused the flesh to jiggle. "One.." She whispered. Her voice small and sensual and she scooted back. She started by wiggling her hips left to right, smacking Alice's face back and forth.
"Since you can't handle boxing with me.. Maybe you can handle a boxing match with my ass." Every word was accentuated with a thud or thwack or smack.
Alice's head bobbed to the left and right, little stars appearing in her eyes as she struggled to handle the little smacks of flesh damaging her cheeks. She was thankful when Lucy finally stopped rolling her hips but a second later she cursed as her nose sank deep into soft panties that stuck to her sweat soaked nose.
"M..Mmgh.." Alice complained, kicking her feet as her gloves came up and gently tapped on the big cheeks covering her features.
"Two.. Three.. Four.. Come on Ms. Boxer, get up. Get up. Come on get up." Lucy's every word was tainted with lust, looking down Alice's body like a hungry coyote that was staring at it's next meal. The aftermath of this match was going to be sweet, and she couldn't wait to indulge in dessert.
Lucy slowly bounced her hips, shoving Alice's face deeper and deeper between her sweat soaked cheeks. Little hints of pleasure hit her system and traversed her body like a virus. She leaned her head back and explored Alice's nose like it was toy, shimmying her hips and rolling her stomach like a belly dancer. She watched the humiliation spread, Alice's movements becoming more fervent and annoyed as she smacked her gloves against the bedspread and lightly pressed against Lucy's sides. Her feet kicked like mad, lifting up high into the air before coming back down and smashing into the bedspread like spears. It was an interesting ritual but one that had made it into nearly every single one of their matches.
"Five.. Six.. Seven.. Come on Alice. Get up sweetheart. Get up or sniff my ass like the fucking loser you are." She could hear Alice's soft moans of appreciation, begging for more dirty talk before the end of the match. "You such a cute little loser. I love how you hung onto me before I knocked you fucking lights out. Now you just get to box with my ass. Come on. Sniff it. Sniff it loser."
Seconds later she felt a small tap, something small and pathetic that held so much significance. Alice was done, she was surrendering. Lucy giggled gingerly finishing the count in her taunting voice. "Eight.. Nine.. Ten.. Ding. Ding. Ding." Lucy giggled softly as she spoke, sitting up and turning around as she looked down her nose at the defeated Alice.
Alice laid there breathing heavily, her face soaked in a layer of stinking sweat that stuck to her nose. Her cheeks were as red as flame and her chest rose and fell like the tide as she stared directly at Lucy; overflowing with lust.
"Get. Down. Here." She said, her voice issuing commands like a general of the army.
Seconds later Lucy's lips were on hers and the two were rolling around on the bed like wildcats fighting for dominance. Gloves were tossed off the side of the bed and sheets were strewn onto the floor in a way that seemed quite typical of their bedroom. Finally hands found thighs and lips found lips. The boxing match had ended but a new lustful match had emerged from the ashes.
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