This fight has been nothing less than spectacular for me, each move finding its mark and when you are able to make some progress my counters work to perfection. Your upper cut is brutal and for a moment I think I’m going down but an almost desperate cross ends up connecting on your chin and you stumble back.
My body aching and hurting, my defense practically gone, I send a hard push kick for your navel and while I’m tired it’s clear you’re done. You don’t block and take the kick in your sore lower abdomen.
Your big chest spreads as you hit the vinyl wall before crumpling down on your face. I stand across from your breathing heavy, looking down on you expecting you to pop up right away but you don’t. I limp towards you, my feet nearing your face and I turn on my numb left leg and send a hard kick to your side.
“Flip over!” I yell while sending the kick into your ribs. I try to gauge what fight you have left and it seems like none. Looking down into your eyes now I almost pity you. My chest rises and falls with each heavy breathe, my body red, scratched but still partially clothed. My blonde hair back, frayed and parts ripped, I’m a mess but I’m not you. You’re naked, battered, and on your back. I move to straddle your body but facing the wall. My knees pushing into your shoulders to pin them down, I kneel straddling you but keeping my eyes on your tits and kitty. My thonged ass hovering above your face, my fingers reaching for your swollen labia I give it a light smack..
“Any fight left in this girl?!” I ask rhetorically..
