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natalie: Carla’s not been successful in three attempts against Suki, my longtime rival, with whom I’ve traded victories and defeats for years. Now she’s eager to try her luck 🍀 with me … perhaps thinking it may prepare her for her fourth attempt vs Suki. May is the operant word here. Because our fight may just remind her how far she has to travel in the 🥊 ring to reach the upper ranks in the underground world of boxing 🥊 topless to KO. So here we are, in a dingy gym after hours … no ac, the stench of stale sweat thick in (what’s left of) the air; the ring has seen better days, mottled with dry blood 🩸 stains, ropes badly frayed, the padding on the turnbuckles a thing of the past and … the dispiriting sight lit by a single solitary industrial lamp that flickers on occasion. We’re approximately the same age tho I’m taller by 6” and heavier by 20 lbs as I stand facing the wily Mexican topless in my trademark blue trunks trimmed in white, 8 oz blue Everlasts, my 34Bs hardly swaying as I warm up

natalie:

Valenzuela: I'm across the ring from this Anglo woman, who seems to think she is gonna have an easy time tonight. Maybe she will, but I like my odds, because even though she be taller and heavier than me, I have no doubt that I will be faster with my gloved fists, and no doubt will have vastly superior technique. Suki won because she is a dirty fighter, and not because she is superior to me. So tonight, I wear some very tight shorts, with yellow stripes on the side and some brown boxing shoes, and red 8 oz gloves that I will use to severely punish this Gringa. Now I am ready and slap my gloves together as I shadow box in my corner, giving the Ginga a taste of what is gonna happen pronto.

Valenzuela: As I swing each hook, and strike out with each jab, my smaller 32B breasts swing with each movement.

natalie: Neither Carla nor myself are well-endowed but the olive-skinned mexicanita is a sight to behold, her ample nalgas overflowing those tight black shorts stretched to the max. Clearly the tension is high and we’re equally drawn to make a lasting impression so — without further notice — we approach each other in mid ring and bump gloves before dancing out. Briskly I move out to my significant reach advantage and stalk the small strong beauty until the circle around us narrows and I find my distance driving long swift lefts and rights to her pretty face — between her red mitts — well outside her limited reach. The fight, as they say, is on!

Valenzuela: Gloves touched, and now all that is left is the fight. The circle between us closes, and I catch what I think is a glimmer of a smirk on the Ginga's face....she really thinks this is gonna be easy....it also catches my attention that she progresses to only the outer range of her reach, and then stops, but no matter. At 5 ft 3 in almost every bitch I fight is tall, and I am well used to dealing with my reach "disadvantage". As anticipated, she launches a flurry of left and right straights at my face, trying to go between my gloves, but I stand firm in a peek - a - boo guard, and all she does is use her energy to pound on my 8 ozs....on the last left, I weave low and step forward into her, and try to to launch a right uppercut under her extended left, wanting to play with her navel, and as begin to rise in her personal zone, I try to swing a big left hook over her right shoulder, wanting to plant my left on her temple.....

Valenzuela: I have invited @Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei to join #Natalie_vs_val.

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: settles in with a Dos Equis to watch my Mexican rival take on Natalie of whom we have fought many times

natalie: Carla’s dead wrong; I didn’t think this was gonna be easy … I don’t do easy fights; I thrive on challenge. It doesn’t take long for me to learn that the small Mexican know how to bob weave and dodge punches. She’s bold however and weaves inside as I pull back a fraction and her right uppercut fans my belly. On tiptoes, the left hook grazes my forehead and I counter instantly hooking a stiff right to the hinge of her open jaw crossing a sharp left to the side of her small right breast

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: inna labonz

Valenzuela: The fight is now going toe to toe...up close and real personal...as you pull back from my uppercut and then as you go up on your tippy toes, my hook grazes your forehead. A stiff right comes over my left shoulder and invades the space occupied by my jaw, so I roll my face to mitigate some of its power, but it represents a real wake up call as some spit sprays out of my mouth onto my opponents chest.....then the left comes up, pummeling my right breast, pushing both boobs apart...and now the fight just got a lot more personal....as my mouth opens to gasp....I counter with a right uppercut towards the base of this Gringa's left boob, a left hook at the ribcage.....but I ain't finished, stepping in closer, a big right cross towards your left right eye.....wanting to make that head bob back and forth if I can fire this off quick....

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: damn faster than a striking Cobra

natalie: Got my hands full. Now I know how Suki feels when she faces the little Mexican scrapper. Knock the spit clean out of your mouth and onto my chest and my nipples respond by starting to pucker. Your open mouth gasping when I punish your small tetas is worth a fortune (how’s it feel La Violencia?) unghhhhhhhhhh but you don’t shy away from the titbox challenge lifting my left gurl sharply, bruising my ribcage, setting me back a step so that your right crosses thin air whiffing. In a flash I dip under the cross and shovel — from the shoulder — a left/right/left/right flurry at the speed of light — as my bestie sez — inna labonza … deep and deeper into the gut … before I find my distance

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: That's it punish her

Valenzuela: My boxing skills are now on display, and I get your breast to bounce with my right uppercut and it does a nice traditional Mexicana jig, then hooking your ribs was an added bonus of delight, but I guess my cross was a punch too many, as you remarkably glide under the cross, and hammer my navel multiple times with amazing fast speed, forcing me to tighten my abs and grit my teeth, my belly button dancing like a belly dancer's with each wallop, the final strikes lessening as you pull away…..but I ain’t afraid of a few gut punches, and as you step back, I step to my right and then go towards you, trying to swing a might right hook over your left shoulder, wanting to land thunder on your cute jaw line, and then rather than changing to my left, I swing a second right hook at that jaw line…..why not?

natalie: The little spry connects with the right and now it’s my turn to involuntarily send my saliva to your pretty face. Lightning doesn’t strike twice and as my head snaps with the first right hook, the second slices thin air and I put the weight of my shoulder behind a sizzler of a left cross aiming for the bruised side of your small right teta and — without wasting a moment — launch 🚀 a loaded right uppercut in a straight angle to the invitingly open tip of your chin

Valenzuela: My right hook gets your attention, but then I go to the well to many times, and the second hook just swipes some empty air space where your head used to be. As I'm pulling my right back to guard, you SLAM a left hook into my right tit again, making me scream out. a right uppercut swings up at my chin, moving like a fucking freight train, but I lean far back, and as the train passes by the station, I try to hammer a left and right and then left set of hooks into your rib cage.....staying in close....

natalie: Carla’s as enamored of my rib cage as I am of her little pups 🐶 I hit paydirt on the side of your little jugg again and your pained scream is divine music 🎶 to my cauliflower ears 👂 Bitch leans away from my uppercut polishing the ribs as intended but … she stays in close and I lean into her forehead to forehead — like fearless boxers do — launching a massive attack with a dizzying right/left/right/left flurry aimed at your inflamed and unguarded pezones

Valenzuela: We both lean forward, forehead to forehead, me hammering her ribs, the dirty fighter hammering my tits....forcing me to back away now......my boobs taking more of a hammering than I can take....then I lunge forward, and try to wrap my arms around those terrible arms that hammered my tits....wanting to grapple you back towrds the ropes, to use my lower centre of gravity to push you back to the ropes....

natalie: I feel the womanly pride of putting the wily señorita on the back foot in my loins when she has no answer for my attack to her assets. But Carla is no quitter and lunges into me pressing her pained puppies to my girls, wrapping me tight and stunning me as my rival 6” smaller and 20 lbs lighter dominantly walks me until the ropes are at my back and my nipples — hard as diamonds 💎— indent yours to the breast gland while I fling stinging lefts and rights to the mushroomed sides of your bosom, my ragged breath in your ear, warm right thigh pressed to your swollen cameltoe

Valenzuela: I hold you a few seconds longer in the clinch, pressing my right leg between yours and pressing my thigh into yours, and grunt each time you strike the sides of my mushroomed assets....but then push you back further into the ropes, wanting to surprise you, and launch my all out attack, sending a rapid right uppercut hurling towrds the base of your chin, and changing levels, a quick left shove hook that I hope to send your liver popping, and then a right hook towards that jaw, trying to bring it over your left shoulder.....

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: whoa the Senoreater has a few tricks

natalie: My sympathy (and admiration) goes to Suki for taming La Tigresa 🐯 on three consecutive occasions. Carla appears to welcome the intimate battle and responds with spunk and grit before pushing me back to the ropes and standing me upright with a well-aimed uppercut to the chin. The ropes bounce me back to your body muffling your hook combo to the liver and jaw. Body to body once more I slide my gloves, palms up, and sharply scrape the bruised señorita’s taut nipples before shoving her dismissively and sliding smoothly toward mid ring as I reset flustered and glaring at the pendeja

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: oh that's a bad word

Valenzuela: I stagger a step back, my chest tingling from the sharp and painful scrape of your gloves, a mix of pain and humiliation flashing across my face. My heart pounds, my body screams, but my spirit does not die!!!!. I wipe my mouth with the back of my glove, feeling the sweat smear on my face. You slide back toward mid-ring, resetting with that smug look, daring me to come at you again, oh, you hija de una puta!!!!! I come straight towards you, flicking my left glove up, a jab at your nose…..I want to break it, to make it bleed so bad, but no importa, it is a valuable distraction, because as I jab up, I send a power right straight down to below your waist line, as I bend my knees!. And then as I raise myself up, I twist, using the torque of my hips to send a wicked left uppercut screaming for your chin. Let’s rock puta! .

Valenzuela:

natalie: It’s now disintegrated into insults as we know no limits to humiliate the other, defiling your nipples, watching the areolas burst 💥 with goosebumps … how much pain can a guttersnipe like you take? Don’t intend to stint on my delivery. I’m here to break you. My guard rises as you go upstairs ….. umfffffffffffff only to take a low blow — dirtiest in the book 📖— to the trunks, striking the mound, making my cunt spasm as I fold like laundry 🧺 and bite your right nip sharply as my head drops and I straighten rocking a hard left uppercut to the base of your right titty, my right hooking around your guard to the pocket of your left eye 👁️ “Sufre, cabrona!”

natalie:

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: ooo Cabrone

Valenzuela: The sting from your teeth sinking into my nipple makes me shriek in both agony and fury, my body jolting. But what infuriates me even more is what didn’t happen, my uppercut, my knockout shot, the punch meant to rattle your jaw and shut your arrogant mouth—missed. You folded like a house of cards from my gut shot, crumpling into me before I could fully extend the punch, leaving my gloved fist sailing past where your fucking chin should have been. Instead, you counter, slamming a vicious left uppercut deep into my right breast, smashing the bruised flesh with terrible brutality. My body jerks, a choked-out gasp escaping my lips, but there’s no time to dwell on the pain, CRACK!!!!! your right hook finds the pocket of my left eye, sending a white-hot explosion of pain through my face, and undoubtedly leaving me a shiner. I stumble a step to the side, my legs wobbling as I blink rapidly, trying to clear the sudden blur. My breath is ragged, my tits heaving with each ragged breath. pain swirling like a storm inside me, but I am so fucking mad! I plant my feet, reset my stance, and lunge back in—throwing a feinting left at your ribs before unleashing a brutal overhand right aimed to smash into your temple and finally put you in your place, on the canvass at my feet!.

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: The Mexican going for the kill

natalie: La chiquita is fueled by the pain I’m wantonly delivering, which is fine … fine until the tank runs out. To watch her, wobbly legs and all, you’d think her tank is all but empty, fighting on fumes. But fight she does as she bolts with a telegraphed feint that instead of forcing me to guard my battered ribs, reminds me to pull back just in time for your overhand right to graze my forehead sending my head to the side: I pick up the momentum hooking a sharp left to the offered mouth 👄 and a straight right to the nose 👃 the weight of my shoulder behind it … toe to toe with my buzzed rival. “The voy a romper la madre!”

natalie:

Valenzuela: I was so fucking close!!!! My overhand right barely missing its mark. Had it connected clean, I’d have you on your knees, looking up at me with that stupid, defiant glare wiped clean off your face. You pulled back, just enough to let my fist sail past, and now I’m open to counter punching. SMACK!!! Your left hook lands flush on my lips, splitting them open. I taste copper, blood dripping onto my tongue. My head snaps to the side, just in time for your right to SLAM into my nose with sickening force. The pain is instant and blood dribbles from my mouth down onto my split lip. I snarl, lunging back in, my forehead pressing against yours, refusing to give a fucking inch. “You wanna romper mi madre, perra?” I launch the mother of all left uppercut straight towards your liver, brutal and savage, designed to put you down if I can land it, and as I pull my left back, I twist, driving a violent right cross toward your big mouth, my entire body behind it.

natalie: I must say, blood 🩸 becomes you , dripping down your nose 👃 and mouth 👄 I certainly hope you didn’t have any date plans for the evening; it’s too early for Halloween 🎃! Eyes locked with mine, forehead to forehead our left lands in the vicinity of the liver sparing me a disaster and were too close for your right cross to do more than almost dislodge my mouthguard, now pouting as I try and readjust it with my tongue 👅. I stay in close and personal pumping a sizzling left/rigjt/left/right to the tender paunch of the underbelly looking to crush the bladder and scramble the eggs 🥚 “Aprende, cabroncita!”

Valenzuela: A growl rips from my throat as my best shot at your liver barely finds its mark, landing off-center, sparing you from the devastation I wanted to deliver. My right cross, meant to wipe that arrogant smirk off your face, barely manages to knock your mouthguard loose instead. FUCK! But you—you don’t back up. You stay in close, forehead still pressed to mine, breathing my air, smirking through my blood like you own this fight. UNNNNNGHHH!!! A wicked left-right-left-right BURIES into my belly, each punch sinking into my softest spot, deep, brutal, merciless. The first blow knocks the wind from me, the second steals my ability to gasp, the third and fourth dig lower, hammering into my bladder, rattling my core. My mouth falls open in a silent, shuddering gasp, my body jerking violently against you. FUCK! My legs buckle for half a second, a shiver running through me, my insides turning to jelly as your fists scramble my guts. My knees want to give, my body wants to fold, but I don’t fucking let it. "Aprende, cabroncita!" Your taunt cuts me too. Still doubled over, I ROAR, throwing my entire body into a vicious right uppercut, aiming straight for your chin, wanting to take your fucking head off. And as my fist drives upward, my left hook whips around toward your liver still determined to put you out with a raw, punishing, and desperate punch.

Valenzuela:

natalie: In a perfect world and with the accuracy of a seasoned pro either punch in your last volley would have been a potential fight-ender. But, whether you like it or not, whether you will your legs 🦵 to keep you upright …. Your marksmanship is off by a long mile … replaced by the desperation of a natural born fighter staring at defeat straight in the eye 👁️ You’re folded in a heap attempting a superwoman punch and … it doesn’t happen, not the short uppercut in close quarters that snaps my head, stands me upright nor the liver shot muffled by our intimate proximity. I rear back a fraction for momentum and measure you in a flash hoisting 🚀 from the shoulder a right uppercut to the lowered chin aiming to both straighten the wobbly woozy mexicana and to send her in a swift one-way viaje to the canvas

Valenzuela: My uppercut and hook miss as you step back, and then you step back into the range, sending a right uppercut barreling towards my chin, but I see it coming, and as I wobble on my knees, I still manage to lean back from it, your blue glove just flashing in front of my face. And I see the opportunity open up, with your right out of place, I send a big right cross at your right eye socket, and then follow this up with a big left hook rocketing towards the same eye! I'm still dangerous even if I am a bit punch drunk, and I stay in the pocket, so when my right comes back, I try a big right straight towards the very centre of your left tit, wanting to see if I can pancake this work of Gringa art...

natalie: You knew what you went into, taking a fight with someone who’s been dancing 💃 with your Asian tormentor for years, trading domination and defeat. But that’s neither here nor there. You’re severely distressed but far from out of it and an instant shiner starts to form under my right eye 👁️ with your fevered combo. The scent of your intimate musk flares my nostrils as your money 💰 shot lands: a big right exploding 💥 on my small left tit crushing it to the breast gland brusquely like a breakfast pancake 🥞 making my cunt paingasm, my arms clinching your head stuffing your puta face in my cleavage as I squeeze for dear life to remain aloft against the stubborn little dynamo

Valenzuela: Courtesy of this damn Gringa, I’ve got a black eye, a bloody nose, a split lip, and battered tits that are flaring red like a goddamn neon sign. You’ve outboxed me, no doubt about that. But now? Now that I’ve bruised your eye and flattened that left tit, my brawler’s grit is finally taking hold. "You dish it out good, Gringa," I snarl through busted lips, spitting blood onto the canvas, my breath ragged but defiant. "But you can’t fucking take it!" I know I finally made you feel me.....truly feel me.....with those last shots. But just as I’m about to press my advantage, just as I gear up to break you down, your arms snap around my head like a steel trap. Before I can even react, you yank me in.......face-first into your sweat-slicked, heaving cleavage. “MMPPHH!!” The world goes black. My breath is cut off, my lips smothered against your hot, sticky skin. Your arms cinch tighter, squeezing like a damn vice, crushing my face into the suffocating depths of your chest. My body thrashes, My breath comes in short, desperate gasps, my gloved fists sending left/right/left/right choppy hooks towards the sides of your tits that have been mushroomed by my bloody, bruised sweaty face.

natalie: You lit me up 💡 with that tit shot and now your choppy hooks to my girls are greeted with a long loud moannnnnnnnnnn and an occasional cunt spasm. The intensity has become sexual. “You wanna play with fire 🔥 putica?” I hiss in your ear unclamping my clinch but staying forehead to forehead — feminine pride at stake — as I unleash a swift left/right/left/ight flurry aimed at the fully erect nipples …. toe to toe … woman to woman

Valenzuela: I let out a sharp cry as your fists hammer my breasts, pain surging through me. My face contorts, every expression screaming that I’m about to retreat, about to give ground to this La Diabla boxeadora, and while this is close to the truth, instead, I grunt, grit my teeth, and stand firm. To sell the illusion of weakness, I flick out a half-hearted left-right at your chest, my gloves barely making contact, just enough to distract. And then, with perfect timing, I drop my left, twisting my body as I drive a brutal shovel hook straight towards your liver, hoping my feigned desperation has lulled you into a false sense of control. If the shot lands clean, I expect you to double over, and that’s exactly what I want. Baiting you in. The moment I feel an opening, I coil up and explode, sending a devastating right uppercut screaming toward your chin, careful not to let my glove snag against your swinging tits.

natalie: My breast attack was spot-on knowing La Violencia was not woman enough to go tit-to-tit with your tormenting gringa. Your combo to my chest was an obvious distraction, nowhere near the intensity of the punches you were landing before my intimate challenge. Forehead to forehead, we’re not stationary statues and the surgical accuracy required for your — close-range — liver assault is a pipe dream, not so the screaming right uppercut to the chin that lifts your bigger rival upright before she collapses into you, arms behind your shoulders, pulling you in tight — body to body — to remain aloft as my legs 🦵turn to jelly with your punch

Valenzuela: I feel the impact travel through me, the satisfying thud of my uppercut sending a shockwave up your spine. Your body sags against me, arms draping over my shoulders, your breath hot and ragged against my ear. “Got you” I hiss into your ear. Your weight is pressing into me, your muscles trembling, but I know what kind of fighter you are. You’ll cling, you’ll stall, you’ll try to regain control before I can finish you off. I dig in my heels, my arms snapping around your waist, not in a clinch, but in a lock, holding you up just enough to keep you from slipping to the canvas. You’re not going down yet, so I twist you around and try to push your arms over the top rope, “use these ropes for support Gringa”……I hiss between taking ragged breaths from the deep pain inside my body and face. I take a deep breath, then I send a left/right/left right set of straights towards the area just under that cute belly button. Yeah, you know….that little navel of yours.

natalie: Fully aware of my condition you drape me on the ropes as a standup rag doll for your digging your punches low to the tender paunch of the underbelly uffffffffffffffffffffffffff fully aware to the proximity of my womanhood (and their devastating effect) as my head drops in agony to your cleavage and i start drooling on your heaving battered tits

Valenzuela: The warm, slick drool dribbles from your mouth, sliding down between my battered breasts, nearly reaching my belly button. My chest rises and falls in shallow, labored breaths, each motion sending a fresh wave of ache through the bruised, swollen flesh you’ve punished relentlessly. My pride and joy, reduced to aching, drooping reminders of your assault. Then, your face presses into them again, your weight heavy, your body barely holding itself upright. I feel it. The way your strength is fading, the way that last uppercut rattled your brain. You’re loopy, hanging on by a thread. Without warning, I shove my left glove between your breasts, forcing space between us, and in that instant, I cock my right fist back. With every ounce of speed I have left, I whip a devastating right hook, aimed straight for your temple.

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: Whoa is the Mexican on the come back trail headed for a victory?

natalie: Taken to the limit by the pinche mexicana you shove your left between my breasts as though you owned them but the weight of my body cannot be contained by a clenched fist and I slump into you as your hook whiffs overhead. It’s now or never, I tell myself, coming to my senses as I peel myself from you staying close and personal with a hooking right to the jaw around your guard just as I piston a low left to the waistband

Valenzuela: Just as I think it’s done and dusted, the Gringa slumps into me, her weight throwing off my timing. My right hook swings through empty air, barely grazing the space behind her head. FUCK!. As you peel yourself off me, I have just enough time to react. I spot your right hook rocketing toward my jaw, but I snap my left forearm up, deflecting it out wide at the last second. Close. Too close. But before I can counter, your left buries itself into my waistband. A sharp gasp hisses from my lips, my mouth parting into an involuntary "O" as the impact drives the air from my lungs. A hot breath escapes, brushing against your face as my body instinctively hunches forward from the gut shot. But I don’t fold completely. Ignoring the burn in my core, I snap my left fist forward, a quick, vicious straight aimed dead center at your face. And as soon as my fist retracts, I drop my shoulder, twist my hips, and launch a right uppercut, drilling it toward your waistband with the same punishing force you just used against me.

natalie: De hembra a hembra with the feisty Carla. Done and dusted? Where’d she get that illusion? We’re going toe to toe chiquita and this white bitch is hell-driven to put you down where you belong. Just after I deflated you THUMP your left explodes 💥 on my face and your diamond-hard nipples mirror your glee at causing me to stagger with the impact and umfffffffffffffff fold like a paper napkin before you. Seeking to recapture our closeness I lunge wrapping my arms against yours and putting my nearly 20 lb weight advantage walking you back in our awkward embrace until your back hits the turnbuckle. My gloves go to your arms draping them over the top rope — call it returning a favor — as my chin drops down to your sweaty cleavage and I inhale your scent as I plow slow grinding punishing lefts and rights lower and lower just above your mound chapping down the smaller woman with dead-earnest intention

Valenzuela: My right hook thumps your face hard, and staggers you from the impact, but you take it like a true champion boxer and before I can strike again, you lunge forward, wrapping your arms over mine, our tits now pressed together. With your height advantage, your tits press down over mine, your erect nipples dominantly pressing into the top of my breasts, pining my boobs down into my chest, just like a rassler pins their opponent to a mat for a three count. I feel my feet moving backward as you press forward, until SLAM!!!!, my back hits the padded turnbuckle, forcing me to gasp, as my arms are hoisted over the corner ropes. The moment my back slams into the turnbuckle, I know I’m in trouble. Your weight bears down on me, your arms locking me in, pressing me deep into the corner, trapping me in this hot, suffocating embrace. My arms are wrenched up and draped over the top ropes, leaving me completely exposed. mtc

Valenzuela: And then—the first punch lands. 🥊THUD!!!!. A slow, grinding left buries itself deep, just above my mound. A sharp, sickening ache blooms inside me, and my breath hitches, my body instinctively trying to curl forward, but you’re too close, your chin nestled against my slick, sweat-drenched cleavage. 🥊BAM!!!!! A right follows, just as punishing, just as deep. My muscles tighten, my core spasms in protest, and a choked gasp bursts from my lips. My belly trembles. 🥊THUMP!!!!. A third shot, slow, methodical, crushing. My legs quiver, my hips involuntarily buck forward from the impact, pain radiating outward in waves. My breath is coming in short, ragged gasps, my vision blurring at the edges. 🥊SMACK!!!. The fourth blow feels different, more punishing. I feel it deep inside me, a dull, numbing fire spreading outward. My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out, just hot air and desperation. 🥊BOOM!!!!!!!! This one is the worst. A right, brutal and final, slamming into the same tender, broken spot. My body jerks, a strangled cry finally ripping from my throat as my knees give. My arms slide off the rope as my body slides down your sweat soaked front, until my knees CRASH!!!! into the thin canvass, and I try to wrap my arms around your buttocks, my face pressed tightly into your mound, my nose massaging your camel toe. I have to play for time to recover, as I expect my bitter rival Suki to start a ten count⌛⌛⌛……Un derribo de boxeo, el sueño de toda perra boxeadora!!!…

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: Whoa the Mexican folds and goes to her knees like she is giving face to the Cuban!

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: ONE TWO THREE as the count begins

Valenzuela: I grasp the white bitches hips even tighter as i hear the count commence, wanting to take advanrage of some revovery time.....

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: FOUR FIVE SIX

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: geez the Mexican Mauler is working that pussy like a hound dog on a pork chop

natalie: When Carla finally drops, it’s a major victory, her strong arms wrap around my ass as she willingly presses her pretty olive face to my throbbing mound. Then her nose 👃 massages my swollen cameltoe as tho she can’t get enough of my fragrance — and I exhault. Now you say you have to “play for time.” Play????? Who are you fucking kidding? You’re kneeling before your severe white mistress. You’re in a supplicant position as Suki says “working that pussy like a hound dog on a pork chop.” You’d better wake up to reality. All pretenses are gone. The fight has turned beyond vicious to frankly, boldly sexual. I peel myself (grudgingly) from your nasal attentions withdrawing the object of your fascination as I shuffle to a neutral corner in a dominant state of arousal — at least I am not kidding myself — as Suki’s count advances and I watch the little Mexican beauty in a heap

Valenzuela: The canvas feels like I’ve sunken into mud, my body heavy, battered, and throbbing with pain. Every nerve in my core is screaming, my breath shuddering as I try to steady myself. The world is a blur of sweat, heat, and humiliation, but I can hear the count advancing—a distant drumbeat pounding in my skull. My arms are locked around your hips, a desperate, maybe to hold on to something solid in the whirlwind of this fight. But then, I feel you shift. You peel away. The warmth of your body, the scent,—it vanishes. It feels like Suki is slowing down the count…. SEVEN!! You’re standing in your neutral corner, smug, waiting for me to stay down, waiting to break me completely. EIGHT. I grab the middle rope for support, my arms tremble as I force my body up, my legs shaking but responding, fighting through the agony of your devastating assault on my lower tummy. NINE. I push up, my knee lifting, my body rising. My fists tighten inside my gloves. I stand. Raise my guard as I stare at you with my black eye, bloody nose and split lip, “No one does this to me!”

natalie: My admiration for Carla grows immensely as she wills herself back into the fight. Let’s face it, all bravado aside, the fierce esquincle is fighting on fumes. That much is evident beyond the “black eye bloody nose and split lip.” You can barely stand and put up your dukes. Next, you’re still deceiving yourself when you sputter: “No one does this to me!” Hello???? Suki did and … on 3 consecutive occasions so … shut your trap and fight. You’ve decided to re-enter the fray. As far as I’m concerned now, it’s your funeral. I’m in no hurry to rush your imminent demise so I take my time prudently keeping you at bay with a long lefts and rights upstairs to keep the staggering lioness 🦁 at bay

Valenzuela: Six minutes of non stop boxin! Of watching your tits bounce, and getting my tits pounded. My body is screaming to throw in the towel, let the bitch win, but my Mexicana pride says FUCK NO! You’re standing in front of me, smug, calculating, knowing I’m running on empty. Your long left snaps at my face, testing my balance, my reflexes down, slower than before but still there. I slip just enough, your glove grazing the bruised skin on the side of my blackened eye. A right follows, but this time, I eat it. My head snaps back, pain bursting behind inside my fuckin skull like fireworks, my mouthpiece nearly spilling out. My gloves are up, trembling but still there. It feels like time is standing still, I know all I need is one lucky shot, and you will crumble like a real bitch. I throw a half-hearted jab, a feint to your boobs, trying to distract you, as I throw out a haymaker of a right hook towards your jaw, something that has some power and snap to it, as I try to dance on my feet. “Eat it puta!”

natalie: Your half-hearted feints feel more real now that you’re fighting on fumes. Everyone has her own standards of beauty but me … I find you ravishing with your black eye 👁️ bloody nose 👃 and split lip 👄 mouthguard sticking out as you catch enough of my jaw to drench your own face with my flying saliva as my face distorts and my head whips severely with the punch. I’m rocked to be sure but I counter on the spot, putting my shoulder behind a sizzling left to the hinge of your own jaw … toe to toe

Valenzuela: I send the right hook flying, every ounce of pain and fury behind it. My gloved knuckles crash against your jaw, and for the first time, I see your fucking head snap, your mouthguard shifting, a spray of spit flying from your lips and hitting me in the face. I fucking rocked you. But before I can relish it, BAM! Pain detonates on the side of my face. Your left explodes into my jaw like a hammer, twisting my head violently to the side. My brain feels like it’s bouncing off the walls of my skull. I stagger backwards from the impact, the ropes catching me and supporting me as I begin to reset my guard. 🥊🥊

natalie: I clock you clean and you’re back against the ropes and buzzed in earnest responses slow as molasses. This time I change modalities and go upstairs. Long before you have the ability to reset I start working on your dome in earnest with stiff lefts and rights flying in swift succession to your nose 👃 lips 👄 and black eye 👁️ relentless one after the other looking to send you clean out of the ring thru the sagging middle ropes

Valenzuela: I feel the ropes press into my back, barely keeping me upright. My head is swimming, the room tilting, my vision narrowing my reflexes are fucking gone. 🥊BAM! A stiff left hits my snaps my head back. 🥊BAM! A right blasts into my swollen, bloodied nose. 🥊BAM! A savage cross crashes into my split lip, sending another spray of crimson spit into the air. I know I’m still standing only because of the ropes, my body slumped, taking every shot without answer, without escape. 🥊BAM! A final, crushing right smashes into my blackened eye, and the last thing I see is the sagging middle ropes behind me, as my body topples backward, spilling through them like a lifeless rag doll. The last thing I feel is the cold gym floor beneath me, my back hitting hard, landing spread eagle, my tits bouncing into my face and then bouncing back. Knocked the fuck out and knocked the fuck out of the fucking ring! Moaning as I don’t know where I am, what day it is…….or what the fuck hit me.

natalie: I climb out of the ring as i watch you sprawled on your back on the cold gym floor. I cannot tell if you’re writhing in pain, undulating in forced dark pleasure or … both. Suki could count to 1,000 you ain’t coming back till next week. I peel off my soaked blue trunks and sit on your face positioning my swollen clammy labia against your busted lips 👄 as I hiss: “Do yourself proud, chiquita!”

Valenzuela: I wake up in a few moments, feeling hot sticky flesh on my face, and realise I’m being queened, the ultimate in domination, and the final humiliation of loosing a boxing match to ab bigger woman who beat me using her long range punches. An I can remember the night mare as I feel the pain in my face and tits and belly……..the remembrance of getting punched and not being able to stop the punches…I can’t move my head and chest….the weight of you pinning me to the gym floor, trapped, another big aspect of domination….and then slowly I move my tongue, letting it slither between the folds of your labia, licking licking….then striking your clit with the tongue, rubbing it into the clit, moving it, moving it….I moan softly….thinking at least the Ango slut is sexy as I stare up at your face peaking down at me over your tits…..

natalie: I start to undulate over you as you start to put some corazón y alma to your entreaties. First I flex 💪 over you before I start to play softly with my smaller aching breasts to awaken the princesa azteca in you aware that you know your inviolable duties to launch 🚀 me into blissful orgasm …. my undulating gradually increases in intensity

Valenzuela: You flexing and posing over me is the ultimate triumph, a real domination….I sob softly as I realise how badly I got my ass kicked, but I keep my tongue circulating between your folds and moistening and massaging your clit. I quickly bridge with my shoulders, giving you a ride, and forcing my tongue deeper inside you, and look up helplessly to see your reaction, is she about to orgasm in my fucking face?

natalie: Yes, I certainly am as I spasm unloading my gusher in your mouth 👄 moaning like a bitch in heat

Valenzuela: My bridge collapses, and you sink down on top of me, as I breath hard, trying to catch my breath, a conquered, dominated and humiliated woman, even though I fought hard.....so hard....and wanted to win so bad.....

natalie: There’s always a next time, chiquita … THE END