The art of Pugilism

Lindsey_Davis: I watch as Nasyarina walks back as i hand her some water and a towel. I have a huge smile in my face. " Round 3 scoring 10-8 Nasyarina!!! 30-26 through 3 rounds!" I then whisper instruction in her ear for round 3...YT (Roger)

Roger_Lewis: I reach my corner and feel the weight of my gloves on my hands. My shoulders fatigued and burning. I reach for the water and douse my head with it. blood and sweat wash from my face but the swelling remains around my left eye and even some slight under my right. Blood does not stop from my nose, and my breathing is still labored. I lean back into the corner pad and wipe down with the towel and catch the last moments of you walking towards your corner. Your thing deep between your ass cheeks as you drape one arm over the ropes and Lindsey reads the scored, and you can see the deflated expression on my face. Mentally that took something out of me, knowing the scores. Before i know it the 10 second buzzer sounds for round 4. I let my gloves and arms fall off the ropes and raise them into my orthodox stance. My guard a bit looser than when the match first started and my stance more flat footed. I look over my gloves at you just before the bell for round 4 started. DING DING DING.........I step from my corner not the same boxer as i was in round 1....

Roger_Lewis: R4 3:00

Nasyarina: I grab the towel from Lindsey without looking, wiping the sweat off my arms and across my chest. My breathing had already calmed a little, but my skin still glistened from the last round. I reach for the bottle she holds out, twist the cap off with my glove, and greedily finish the water in a few long gulps before tossing it back into her hand. She catches it just as she calls out the score. “Round 3 scoring 10-8 Nasyarina! 30-26 through 3 rounds!” I can’t help the grin spreading across my face. I’m ahead. Clear lead now. I glance across the ring at you just as Lindsey leans closer and whispers the plan for the next round. Her voice is firm. I nod once, still looking at you. The corners of your mouth are down, and your body looks slower than before. That last round took something out of you. I can see it... and I like it. You’re already standing again before the bell, but I take my time. My arms drape across the ropes, back resting on the corner pad. The thin black thong riding up between my ass is getting worse now, wedging deeper with every movement. The soft fabric presses tight against my crotch too, which makes the steps feel even more exaggerated. Still, I don’t fix it. I want you to notice. You always do. The bell rings. I push off the corner and start walking toward you again. My arms lift into guard, forearms tight against my sides. My eyes are on yours. I close the distance in a few steps, then snap out a right jab aimed straight at your nose and mouth. I follow up with a tight left hook, aiming for your right eye. Then I take a quick step back, circling to your right, watching your movement.

Nasyarina: R4 2:50

Roger_Lewis: You meet me in the center of the ring and do not hesitate to pick up right where you left off last round. Your right jab pounds my guard as you drive my gloves back into my face. Your left glove then drives for my right eye. i manage to hold my guard and take it off my right glove but hear the leather pounding leather. You have not lost any power in your punches. I step left and drag a hard right hook aimed for your left side just below your ribs. I then pump my left glove in a jab aimed for your nose. My shoulders burning a bit as my gloves feel as if i am carrying 10 lbs weights in each of them. Breathing hard and my body still coated in sweat I can feel the skin around my left eye continue to tighten as my eye hinders my vision a bit. I see Lindsey with a wide smile as she stands in your corner as i hope to catch you with one of these shots to get back in the match....

Roger_Lewis: R4 2:40

Nasyarina: You block my jab clean with your guard, your gloves shifting as my right bounces off. My left hook goes for your right eye, but you read it well, your right glove swats it aside before I can do any more damage. You then step back half a stride, just enough space to swing that right hook into my side. I brace just before it lands, tightening my core, but still grunt softly as the leather thuds into the ribs under my left arm. I keep moving forward as your left jab comes up toward my face. I lift my right forearm just in time to block it, catching it solid across the bone, the blow still ringing through my guard. I narrow my eyes through the sweat and swing a left hook, aiming it toward your right cheekbone. My body twists with it, hoping the angle can catch you just off your guard.I don’t stay long after the swing. I step back right after the follow through, keeping distance, then step in again in a quick burst. My hips twist and I launch a right overhead hook, aiming for the bridge of your nose or just between your eyes and i already begin stepping back again. Fast in, fast out. I circle to your left, still feeling the ache in my ribs from your earlier hook but focused on staying mobile. My eyes flick from your gloves to your feet, waiting to see how you respond.

Nasyarina: R4 2:30

Roger_Lewis: My right hook lands n your tight core. You flex your abs just before impact and tank the shor. The leather lands hard but you eat it well. My left follow close behind aimed for your nose, but your right arm comes up and blocks my punch. You continue to advance on me as your eyes narrow, Your left hook drives my right glove back into my face as i block the punch but you are plowing it into my guard. Sweat dripping down your toned body. Your sports bra and thong cling to you like a second skin and the fabric hides nothing. You hard nipples show through the fabric and the outline of your mound is clear as day. You slide back and are continuing to move in and out.making it hard to time my punches. You step in again and this time putting your weight and power into an overhand right, my eye hindering my vision, i do not see it until it is too late to react. Your right glove lands on the bridge of my nose hard and clean. A cut opens on the outside of my nose just at the bridge, but the damage was more on the inside. Blood explodes from both nostrils as my head snaps as you hammer my nose. clean. It pounds over my lips and chin as I stagger a bit. You circle to my left, my bad eye as i finally get my footing after taking 2-3 steps back. I pull my gloves up but it is more on instinct. My head swimming a bit as i taste the blood running over my mouth and staining my white mouth guard. I can feel myself slowing as i move to my left circling you looking to inch closer. My left jab probing out more to buy time than to do damage and it pokes at your face....

Roger_Lewis: R4 2:20

Nasyarina: You manage to block my left hook with some effort, but I don’t give you time to breathe. I shift my stance, twisting my hips and throwing a right overhand hook straight at your face. My glove connects with the bridge of your nose, clean. The moment it lands, I see a cut splits open just above your nostrils, and blood starts pouring out fast. It streaks down over your mouth, staining your chin and dripping onto your chest. You stagger back a few steps. Your hands come up again, but slower now and i know what that means. Your jab comes out weak, your left glove pushing toward my face, but I swat it away easily with my right forearm. It’s clear you're slowing down. Your eye’s already swelling and your stance is lousy as i step in again with no warning. My left jab snaps out, aimed directly for your bloody lips. I follow through next, twisting into a right cross, aiming for the side of your left jaw. My hair flips over my shoulder as I shift back slightly, hands up, waiting to see your reaction.

Nasyarina: R4 2:10

Roger_Lewis: My left jab pawing out get swatted away by your right. Your confidences grow and you are stepping in now without concern of getting hit or hurt. Your left jab pounds my lips parting them and forcing them to kiss your leathers fist as you snaps my head back. Blood and sweat spatter and stain your glove. Your right cross hammers my jaw snapping my head and buckling my knees. Instead of stepping back. i step forward into you. My body on yours as my gloves go to your hips. Chest to chest as my chin hooks onto your shoulder as my mouth opens breathing hard. My weight leaning into you heavy. My chest pressing into yours. I try to clinch as i hold onto you. Your body flexes as you hold firm.....

Roger_Lewis: R4 2:00

Nasyarina: My left glove crashes into your lips, snapping your head straight back as I feel the resistance give. Your blood marks my glove as it cuts through and I don’t stop. My right cross comes in right after, slamming into your jaw with a loud smack. I see your head whip to the side, your knees faltering, body clearly rocked. But instead of falling back, you stumble forward and crash into me. Your chest presses tight against mine, your arms reaching around my hips. I feel the weight of your body leaning into me, your chin resting near my shoulder, breath warm against the side of my neck. You're trying to clinch, holding on, trying to recover. I can feel how hard you’re breathing. Your chest rises and falls against mine and I stay upright, holding my balance as your weight sinks into me. Without waiting, I start working your body. My right glove pulls back and drills into your left side. Then my left hand goes into your ribs on the opposite side. My shoes slide a bit across the canvas as I adjust my footing, keeping us upright while still landing short, powerful punches inside the clinch. You’re still hanging on, but I can feel your grip slipping.

Nasyarina: R4 1:50

Roger_Lewis: My chest feels your breasts pancake under your sports bta. You hold firm and press back into me as you carry my weight. My warm breath washing over you neck and shoulder as blood leaks onto you from my nose and mouth. mmmmfffff..... our right glove pounds my side. Mmmmmmffff.... your left hammers the other side as i grunt and exhale. My gloves loosening their grip as they just rest on your hips now as you walk me back a step, then another. My mouthguard poking through my bloody lips trying to suck in air around it, unable to breath through my nose. My left eye about 60% closed now as my face swells. I have no answers for you right now....

Roger_Lewis: R4 1:40

Nasyarina: I kept my body pressed firm against yours, feeling your chest sink heavier into me, your warm breath dragging across my neck and shoulder. I could feel the blood from your nose drip down and smear onto my skin and sports bra. Your gloves just hung at my hips now, no longer gripping tight. I could hear you grunt into my ear with every shot I landed, my right glove slammed your side, then my left thudded in just as deep on the other. You staggered slightly from the body shots, and I felt you shifting back, your balance starting to waver. You were struggling to breathe, lips parted around that stained mouth guard, blood coating your chin. With a sudden burst of strength, I gave you a hard shove off my body, both hands pushing into your chest as I forced some space between us. As soon as I stepped back, I threw my right glove up fast, a hook aimed straight at your already bloodied face, snapping your head to the side if it landed. I followed it immediately, stepping in close again and driving a left uppercut up toward your chin with power. I wanted you to feel that one. I wanted to rock your skull and make your mouth guard shake loose in your mouth. And if your knees buckled or your guard dropped, I’d be ready to pounce again. I watched for your body’s reaction, keeping my stance ready, waiting to see if I had just cracked you open wider.

Nasyarina: R4 1:30

Roger_Lewis: You push your gloves into my chest to create room and force our bodies to separate. My legs were already shaken and weakened. My body covered in sweat with most of the fight beaten out of me. You stepped back and quickly fired a right hook aimed dead center of my face. Your glove connects with my nose and there is a crack on impact. You had broken my nose and blood explode as you do. there is no stopping it. Your left uppercut lands clean under my chin and sends me staggering into the ropes and onto my ass sitting leaning my back against them. My chein drooping down into my chest leaking blood down onto it. My head spinning as my back leans into the ropes as i rest on my ass against them. My eyes blinking trying to flutter back open. I am in trouble and a bloody mess to boot....

Roger_Lewis: R4 1:20

Nasyarina: My right hook smashed against your nose with a sickening snap, and I could feel it give beneath the impact. Blood gushed instantly, running down over your lips and dripping off your chin in thick streaks. Before you could even react, I stepped in and hammered your chin with a hard left uppercut, snapping your head back and sending you stumbling into the ropes.Your legs gave out as your body collapsed down into a sitting slump, your back leaning against the ropes for support. I stood there, watching you for a moment, your chin resting low against your chest, blood pouring freely down your skin and into your trunks. Your eyes fluttered, trying to find focus again, but your body wasn’t responding. You looked like a wreck, broken and exhausted, with your mouth guard stained red and your chest rising and falling harder with every breath.I tilted my head, grinning as I admired the view of your slumped frame against the ropes, the fight nearly drained out of you. I didn’t even have to press anymore. You were already on the verge.I slowly turned around, flipping my damp hair back over my shoulders, walking casually toward my corner like I owned the ring. My hips swayed with each step, on purpose, sweat clinging to my glistening skin.Leaning back into my corner, I raised my voice just enough for you to hear as I started to count.“One... two... three... four...”I stayed right there, arms hooked over the top ropes, just watching you, waiting to see if you’d recover.

Roger_Lewis: Resting on my ass on the canvas The pain in my nose and my face was throbbing. Blood leaks from my nose and lips You stand over me for a moment to admire your handiwork, but then smirk a bit. Your gloves stained with my blood. You turn slowly and walk to your corner. your thing deep between your ass cheeks as it disappears between them. You have outboxed me in every round in the match. You turn and lean into the corner, your confident look unmistakable. I look up through swollen eyes. Tasting the blood on my lips from my nose. you start to count.....slowly. With a purpose. making sure i hear every number. You reach 4 and i am still sitting but i start to react and stir a bit. .....

Nasyarina: Once I hit four, I saw your arms twitch and your head slowly rise from your chest. You were trying to sit up straight, blood still dripping from your lips and nose. The sight made my breath catch. The way your body looked now… slumped, drenched in sweat, face bruised and leaking red down your mouth and chest… it was everything I wanted to see. I stayed still at first, just watching.You looked broken and your body was trying to obey. The image of you collapsing flat again, laid out at my feet, unconscious and bloodied… it started to stir something inside me. My thighs pressed together for a moment without thinking. I rolled my shoulder back and stood in my corner, eyes glued to you, breathing a little heavier now.I stepped out from the corner slowly, letting my shoes drag slightly across the canvas. My arms were loose at my sides, gloves still stained from your blood. I wanted more and I wasn’t going to stop until I got to see your body sprawled flat beneath me.

Roger_Lewis: You continued your count, but i started to straighten up. Sitting, you reached 6 I pushed my gloves into the canvas. My weight leaning onto them as i try to push myself up. My left elbow buckles under the weight but my right arm flexes and hold strong.....7..... I slide one leg forward and use it to push up.....8..... The other comes under me and i start to lift......9.... I lean back into the ropes wobbling at first but then steady myself against the, I look at you, gloves at your sides as you squeeze your thighs together. My left eye all but closed. My nose broken. My right eye puffing. Red welts cover my body. Blood staining my mouth and chest and trunks. I bend my arms pulling my gloves up a bit into a loose guard. My male pride will not relent as i stand looking at you....

Roger_Lewis: R4 1:10

Nasyarina: I watch you fight the count and force yourself up. Your arms tremble as you push on the canvas, one elbow buckling then straightening as you press weight through it. You slide a leg forward and push again, the motion slow and ragged. By the time you find your footing, your back leans on the ropes for a second. You breathe hard, one eye nearly shut, the other swollen. Blood runs from your nose and stains your mouth and chest. You pull your gloves up into a loose guard and stand there, stubborn. I let a small smile cross my face as you steady yourself. You look like you want to throw everything you have at me. That only makes me want it more. I move out of my corner and raise my gloves, keeping my posture loose but ready. I close the gap until we are an arm’s length apart. “Cute...” I say, loud enough for you to hear. “I’m going to enjoy tearing you apart...” Then I step in fast. My left hook aimed across your ribs, hard. I follow with a quick right jab aimed at your face, trying to let the tip of my glove softly brush your nose just to tease you. I step back the same moment my jab retracts, keeping my distance and forcing you to move to meet me.

Nasyarina: R4 1:00

Roger_Lewis: You move out of your corner towards me. I still need the ropes to steady myself. Your gloves pulled up as you move to me with a purpose. Your look confident and now smug. I hear your voice and bite harder on my mouth guard. Wanting to knock your head of your shoulders. Frustration and anger build in me. Then you step in and your left glove pounds my ribs hard as if you were hitting a heavy bag. My body bends as you connect driving air past my lips. Your right then chambers and drives for my face, but the tip of your glove just barely touches and scrapes along my nose. You then step back towards the center of the ring making me move off the ropes and out towards you. Your trying to make a point. That you are controlling the past and the fight and where the fight happens. Its a mind game and a good one. I have to step from the ropes. I move off them, flat footed, knees bend. My body doing all it can to get air into my lungs. Sweat drips from every pore in my body......

Roger_Lewis: R4 0:50

Nasyarina: My left glove slams deep into your ribs, thudding hard like I’m working a heavy bag. I hear the guttural sound you make as your body bends from the blow, your guard shaking just enough for me to spot an opening. I follow up quickly, snapping a right jab that barely scrapes the bridge of your nose, enough to sting and remind you I’m in control. You finally push off the ropes, your body forced forward, exactly where I want you. I know I’ve pulled you into my range, and now it’s my tempo.As you step in, I plant my feet and whip a right hook toward your left cheek, hips twisting, putting everything behind it. Without hesitation, I twist and fire a left uppercut, driving it straight into your midsection, aiming just under your ribs.Before you can fully recover, I throw another hard right jab up toward your face, then I hop back quick, keeping the distance.

Nasyarina: R4 0:40

Roger_Lewis: I move out, my gloves in a loose guard and want nothing more than to hurt you now. You are still light on your feet. Your right hook i dont even see coming, my eye just about closed and it pounds the swollen area under my eye snapping my head to the side. Sweat blood and spittle sprat. Your left uppercut folds me over your glove as you bury it deep into my body. Forcing air from my lips as i bend forward. Your right jab pounds my face dead center this time not brushing my nose but pounding it. My head snapping and as you move back i fall forward to my knees, disoriented. My head spinning and pain throughout my face. hitting the canvas for a second time in the round. I lean forward on all fours, blood pouring from my nose onto the canvas mid ring staining it......

Roger_Lewis: R4 0:30

Nasyarina: I slam my right hook into your swollen left eye and feel the hit land. Your head snaps to the side and you make that sound I like. I don’t pause and drop my left up and drive it hard under your ribs, forcing air from you as the uppercut digs in. You fold over my glove and I grin at the noise you make.I step in again and jab with my right, this one aimed true. It snaps your head back and blood paints the leather. You go down to your knees, then forward onto all fours, the red streaming from your nose and spattering the canvas. I lean forward, close enough to see your chest heave. “Come on, Roger” I say. “Don’t tell me you’re done.” My right glove tap the top of your head once, just a playful pat. I let the moment sit a beat, enjoy the mess I made.Then I back off and walk to my corner without hurry. I rest my gloves on my hips and let the sweat drip from my chin. I watch you struggle and start the count slow and deliberate. “One… two… three…”My eyes never leave you as you fight to move.

Roger_Lewis: You lean forward as my eyes glance up at you, on my gloves and knees you taunt me and mock me as i am on the canvas for a second time this round and for the third time in the match. Your right glove touches my head in a condescending way You back away and i look as you turn, your thong drenched in sweat and other juices, as it continue to dive deeper between your round ass cheeks. Your body coated in sweat as the warm gym air continues to weight down heavy. You lean back in the corner and drape your arms and glove along the top ropes as you start the count, slow, methodical, with a purpose. You were trying to break me in other ways now. I look back down at the canvas, my mind racing, searching for answers and finding none. As you reach three i kneel back on my haunches and look up. My left eye completely closed and my face a swollen bloody mess. My body red welts starting to turn a bluish purple. My chest rising and falling quickly as i take in air. My head still swimming as i look at you with distain in my swollen eyes.....

Nasyarina: I watch you shift, trying to sit up on your knees again. From where I stand, your face is a mess, that swollen eye, the blood, the bruising crawling across your chest and ribs. It’s the kind of damage that lingers, the kind that reminds you who did it. I smile a little, because this is what I wanted.I push myself out of the corner and take a slow step forward, my shoes scuffing the canvas. My arms stretch above my head and then behind me, letting the joints pop as I roll my neck. I raise my voice, “We’re almost there, Roger” I say, loud enough for you to hear me through the pain. “Come on... I still wanna play with you.”I stop near center ring again, hands resting on my hips, sweat clinging to my skin, glistening down my stomach and thighs. My chest rises and falls. I tilt my head, watching you breathe, watching your struggle. I want to see what’s left in you.And if there's anything left to break...

Roger_Lewis: I watch as you move out of your corner, your face smug and confident. Mine a mess of swelling and blood. I hear your quips and bite hard on my mouth guard as you stretch. You want me to get up, you are here to prove a point and make a statement and you are doing it at my expense. I start to raise to one knee still looking at you, my eyes never breaking from your gaze. My body strains to push up to my feet. My gloves are up around chest level as my shoulders burn. Blood dripping from my now broken nose as my left eye is closed. My guard loose and low but i stand in front of you never willing to submit in the ring. "Fuck you Nasyarina" I say defiantly. I motion to you with my gloves waving you in as if to say is that all you got, is that the best you can do? Your body coated with sweat, your thong and sports bra cling to your body outlining every curve and subtle feature your fit body has to offer. your hard nipples, your swollen mound.....

Roger_Lewis: R4 0:20

Nasyarina: As I close in, your insult still ringing in my ears, I grin, not out of arrogance, but because this is exactly what I wanted from you. That last spark, That last bit of fight from your pathetic body. “Ohhh, I would looove to see you try, babe…” I purr back. My toned frame glistens under the ceiling light. I step into range fast, gloves coming up. My right arm drives in hard, a hook aimed straight to your damaged left ribs, looking to make you flinch or fold. I follow with a left jab, aimed right at your bloodied nose, hoping to snap your head back just enough to leave you open for what comes next. I twist my hips, pushing off my rear foot, and launch a powerful right cross straight toward your left cheekbone. My breathing tightens, my chest heaving, and I don’t back off just yet. I want to see if that defiance in your eyes is still there…

Nasyarina: R4 0:10

Roger_Lewis: I know the round is coming to a close and i have only a few seconds before i get a reprieve. My pride will not allow you to get any satisfaction from the knockdown. I wave you in and you seem more than happy to oblige. You quip back and step in, the fabric barely covering your mound as your thong rides high between your legs and ass and your sports bra is wet with sweat and speckled with blood. Your right glove drives for my body. My left arm dropping and taking your punch off my bicep, but your power stays steady and has not dwindled at all. Your left jab pumps straight into my broken nose forcing more damage as the pain forces my eyes to water and shit for a moment as blood spatters across your glove but also down over my lips and chin. My head naps back, As it comes back forward your right cross is already driving forward into my left cheek bone snapping my head to the side. My eye already closed as i dont even see it coming. My head snaps to the side just as the bell rings sending me staggering into the ropes as i grab onto them with both gloves as my knees buckle DING DING DING!!! the bell rings as i lean into the ropes my ass resting on the middle rope as round 4 ends. They are the only thing holding me up and keeping me on my feet as i am a bloody swollen mess as i lean there.....

Roger_Lewis: R4 0:00

Lindsey_Davis: I watch as Nasyarina walks back as i hand her some water and a towel. I have a huge smile in my face. " Round 4 scoring 10-8 Nasyarina!!! 40-34 through 4 rounds!" I then whisper instruction in her ear for round 4...YT (Nasyarina)

Nasyarina: You manage to deflect my first strike with your left bicep, but your broken guard gives way the moment my left jab connects flush with your bloodied nose. I see your face scrunch from the pain, tears welling in your eyes as blood splatters onto my glove and down your chin. That’s the moment I know I have you. My right cross smashes into your left cheekbone next, a solid, clean hit that sends your spit flying sideways as your head jerks with the blow. Just as you stumble back into the ropes, the bell rings out. DING DING DING. You slump there, ass pressed against the middle rope, your gloves clinging on just to stay upright. Your swollen, bruised body glistens in sweat and blood. And me? I just stand still for a few seconds, watching you suffer, helpless, barely conscious, a mess. My lips curl into a grin. I finally turn my back to you, hips shifting slow, thong sunk deep between my ass cheeks as I walk with a sway to my corner. I know you’re still watching. That’s the point. I want you to see what just humiliated you. I meet Lindsey at the corner. She hands me a towel and a bottle of water, “Round 4, 10-8 Nasyarina!” I lean back into the turnbuckle, wiping the sweat from my arms and chest, still breathing heavily. My eyes don’t leave you. Lindsey leans in, whispering something in my ear. I nod without turning. My eyes stay on you, broken, gasping, hanging on the ropes like a man drowning.

Roger_Lewis: You stand in front of me as i slump and grasp onto the ropes. You admire your work and loom over me looking for a reaction. I have none as i try to just keep my feet under me. your body looking strong and dripping with sweat. Your breasts barely contained in your sports bra as your nipples poke through the fabric. your thong tight against your mound as the outline of your camel toe is clear. Your fit frame accentuated by the coating of sweat over your body. You turn and make sure to have extra sway in your hips as Lindsey reads the round scores. You lean into your corner as your arms drape over the ropes. I slowly make it back to my corner and drape my arms over the ropes to help support myself. Pouring water over my head and watching as the red stained water runs down my body and over my trunks staining them further. My left eye closed and my nose a bloody mess in the center of my face my right eye swelling and my body bruised and battered. I use the towel to wip my face and body and it is just a red stain at this point. And before i know it the 10 second buzzer is already sounding. The look on my beaten face is unable to hide as i feel my eyes weaken a bit as i pull my gloves up to just my chest. My shoulders burning, as pain rushes throughout my body and face. DING DING DING!!!! round 5 begins and i am not ready for it......

Roger_Lewis: R5 3:00

Nasyarina: I rest against the turnbuckle, breathing slowly as I let my arms hang over the top ropes. My skin is damp from the last round, but my eyes are locked on you. You slump in the opposite corner, blood staining your nose and running down your mouth guard. You pour water over your head, and I watch as the red streaked streams roll down your chest, soaking into your trunks. The bruises across your ribs and shoulders look worse under the lights, and your eye is barely open now, puffed and swelling. I wipe sweat off my chest and abs, then hand the towel to Lindsey without a word. I twist open the water bottle, drink most of the contents, and pass it to her as well. Then I flip my hair behind my shoulders and take a few steps forward. As the ten second buzzer echoes, I raise both arms again. The bell rings soon after, signalling the next round as i shoot out from my corner like a predator, closing the distance between us in a few quick strides. You barely raise your gloves as I reach you. I swing a left overhead hook aimed at your damaged eye. I follow instantly with a right jab toward your nose, aiming to test what’s left of your defense.

Nasyarina: R5 2:50

Roger_Lewis: You move across the ring before i can even take a step from my corner. My gloves hover around my chest and before i know it your left hook crashes into my right eye that was swelling but still could see. My head snaps to the side. Your right jab forces its way into my nose punishing the broken cartilage. My head snapping and blood spraying on impact. My back hitting the corner pad immediately. my head spinning as my eyes weaken my gloves falling a bit as i look at you my eyes meeting yours. I have no answer. fear creeps into my mind for the first time, as iam trapped no where to go or run....

Roger_Lewis: R5 2:40

Nasyarina: I hit your right eye clean with the left hook, watching your head jerk sideways as your weakened guard fails to stop the shot. The moment your balance wavers, I slam my right glove into your bloodied face, driving it into the same nose that’s already been split. I hear the sound of glove meeting flesh and cartilage, and I see the fresh spray of red as your body stumbles back into the corner post. Your arms drop a little lower, and your legs barely hold you upright. Your eyes find mine again, but the way they twitch and blur tells me all I need to know. You’re drowning in pain and now I can smell your fear mixed into the sweat hanging between us. I close the distance and shift my hips for another attack. I throw a right hook aimed low, slamming it into your left waist just above your trunks. As your body folds slightly from the body shot, I fire a right cross at your cheek, following through with my full weight. I then angle my shoulder, lower my stance, and drive a left uppercut straight toward your chin, pushing up from my legs with a full body motion.

Nasyarina: R5 2:30

Roger_Lewis: Your eyes meet mine and there is nothing but bad intentions in your eyes. Your right hook hammers my once hard abs and your glove digs into my body as they give way. Air rushes past my lips as i bend, my ass pressing into the corner pad as you fold me. You load up on a right cross that pounds my left cheek under my eye, my orbital bone may be fractured as you snap my head to the side without mercy. You then bend your strong legs ever so slightly and drive with your hips and your ass, your glutes flexing as your shoulder and bicep flex as your left glove hammers the underside of my chin snapping my head back, forcing my bloody mouth guard from my lips as your drive my chin upwards. My eyes close, not due to swelling but because i am unconscious before i even hit the canvas. Out cold on my feet but only for a second. My knees give way, as i drop in a broken bloody heap in the corner of the ring. MY corner of the ring that you knocked me out cold in. My body coated in sweat, but stained in blood, all of it mine. My skin pained with your gloves, bruises, welts and blood. My trunks once white stained in crimson. My own gloves coated in blood. All of it mine. I lay at your feet in a broken state. The only motion is my ragged breathing......

Roger_Lewis: R5 2:20

Nasyarina: My right hook smacks into your gut, and I hear the wet thud of leather against softening muscle as your body folds into the corner. I feel the shift in your hips as your ass presses into the pad, no fight left to pull away before my right cross smashes into your left cheek, your head whips to the side, and I don't pause. My body bends, shoulder low, glutes tightening as I drive upward. My left uppercut slams under your chin, snapping your bloody mouth guard from your lips as your head jolts back, sweat and blood spraying. You’re gone before you fall. Your knees give out, and your body drops like dead weight, crumpling in the corner under me. I stand over your collapsed frame. Your limbs are slack, your torso trembling with uneven breaths. Sweat glistens over bruises and cuts, staining your once white trunks. I stare at you a long second, admiring the mess I made of you. Then I raise my right glove slowly to my lips, blow you a kiss, a mocking gesture, and turn my back on you as I stroll to my corner, counting softly under my breath. “One… two… three… four… five… six… seven…”

Roger_Lewis: I am face down on the canvas still unconscious. You stand over me staring down, watching the blood and sweat pool around my face. My nose and face look as if i had been in a car wreck as the only movement remains to be my chest rising and falling as my ragged breathing. My body and face broken by the repetitive pounding of your gloves fists. I faintly hear the soft count under your breath as you move to your corner. Your thong drenched with sweat and your juices as it dives deep between your ass cheeks as you walk across the ring. 5.......6.....7..... I hear you reach and my eyes flutter slightly but my body remains motionless......

Nasyarina: I reach my corner, heels dragging across the canvas as I stroll slowly, savoring every second. My thong is soaked, not just with sweat, but with the arousal that built up from watching your body crumble under my fists. I turn as I arrive, my back pressing against the top turnbuckle pad. The leather's warmth sticks slightly to my damp spine while I drape my arms over the ropes, elbows hooked, chest rising and falling from the rush. Your body hasn’t moved. Face smashed into the canvas, one arm limp by your side, the other bent awkward near your head. Your nose is visibly crooked, leaking blood into the canvas, and your jaw is slack. I can see the trail of sweat that outlines your spine, and the bruises along your ribs swelling from where I kept pounding until your breath stuttered and your legs gave out. You're out cold, twitching faintly every few moments, chest shuddering with each uneven inhale. The sight of you, humiliated and broken does something to me that I don’t even try to hide. I press my thighs together, slowly grinding. The soaked fabric of my thong slides between my folds, pushing deeper, spreading my slick as I flex my legs. I bite my lower lip hard and exhale, eyes locked on your destroyed face from across the ring. "Eight..." I mouth, almost teasing. "Niiine..." Just a whisper left. "Ten..."

Roger_Lewis: My head spinning and blood leaks from my nose continuously. I hear you continue your slow but deliberate count. Your confidence oozing as you look down at the broken pile of flesh you had created. As you reach ten, my eyes close as the reality of the situation starts to set in. You had knocked me out, and beaten me in boxing. but that was only part of it. the way that you had methodically broken me was even worse. My face a broken bloody mess. My nose broken, you had punched a hole in my face. My eyes both blackened and swell all but shit to tiny slits. My body beated to mush as my hard abs were tenderized and soft now. I finally open my eyes and tilt my head up looking at you standing in your corner. Strong arms draped over the ropes. You thong cutting between your labia as they flair out either side of the wet fabric. Your tits barely contained in your sports bra as your nipples look as if they could cut through the fabric......

Nasyarina: I turn to Lindsey, who had been watching from the side the whole time. I smirked and leaned to the side, still draped against the ropes as I called out just loud enough for her to hear. “He’s out... poor guy couldn’t even move an inch.” The tone in my voice was mockingly soft, almost pitying and laced with pride. My first boxing match... and I won! I lowered my arms slowly from the ropes and straightened my posture, my chest rising with a long, deep breath as satisfaction started sinking in. My eyes didn’t leave your broken form. You were still in the corner, slumped, face barely recognizable beneath the bruises and blood. Your mouth was slightly open, chest barely rising as the sting of defeat clung to your skin. I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my glove and gave Lindsey a small nod.

Lindsey_Davis: I smile as you look at me, proud of my student in her first ever boxing match. She executed the plan to a tee, and now it was time for the second part of the match. I had my bag with me and stepped up to the apron near the corner. I lean in whispering in her ear just as i did between rounds. I unzip the bag and show her whats inside. YT (Roger)

Roger_Lewis: I hear you talking with Lindsey and start to move a bit, my whole body aching. I push up and het to a sitting position against the corner pad. I watch as you move out from your corner a bit and you nod to Lindsey. Lindsey stepping up to the apron and brining a bag with her. My nose still leaking blood as sweat coats every inch of my body. My gloves rest on the canvas as my arms hang by my sides my legs straight out in front of me. My head drooping into my chest as blood runs over my lips down my chin. My swollen eyes looking up at you. Weak and defeated...

Nasyarina: Lindsey steps up on the apron near my corner with a bag in hand and unzips it, revealing what looks like a dildo with a strap-on. I glance up at her before taking off my boxing gloves and dropping them beside me. My fingers reach into the bag as I pull the strap-on out, feeling the weight of it in my hands. Then I turn toward you, still slumped in the corner, and my lips curl into a slow grin as I start walking over with the item in hand. I stop a few steps from you and set the strap-on on the canvas, then move closer and tease, “I won… and now you’re mine.” Gripping both your ankles, I slowly drag your larger frame out from the corner to the middle of the ring. Once we’re there, I drop your legs and circle around your body to remove your gloves, tossing them aside one by one. I reach for the six-inch strap-on again and fasten it tightly over my soaking thong, adjusting the straps around my hips. Leaning down, I grab the waistband of your boxers and pull them off your hips and legs, tossing them aside until you’re left completely exposed, your hard cock standing upright. I smirk and taunt, “Pathetic… turned on already?” Climbing on top of you, I straddle your waist until our faces are close enough to share breath. I take a moment to admire the damage, your swollen, bruised face, before leaning in, my hair falling across your cheek as my lips press into yours in a deep, claiming kiss. My hands move up through your hair and down your chest as I kiss you harder, savoring the moment.

Roger_Lewis: As you remove your gloves near Lindsey, i see you reach in the bag and then see you pull out a dildo/strapon. Your lips curl a grin as you grim it in your hand. Not the first time you have seen one, its obvious. You remind me of the obvious but take your time and put the strapon on the canvas. You grab my ankles and pull me to mid ring. Taking your time you pull my gloves off my hands, the white leather stained red and heavy with sweat. You then grab the strapon and fasten it to your hips. You stand there for a moment as the dildo sways side to side. You bend and grip the waistband of my boxers and pull them off me tossing them to the side.My cock already hard as it flops out over the waistband as you peel down my boxers. You then straddle my waist, you lean forward hovering above me as you look down in to my bloody swollen face. Your hair drapes over my skin on my face, gently brushing against it as you look into my eyes and force me to look into yours. I feel your soft lips press into my swollen lips that are covered in blood as you press in and kiss me deep, your lips parting a bit as you claim me. Your hands run through my hair and down my hard chest and bruised abs. Your face pressing into mine harder as you deepen the kiss......

Nasyarina: I kiss you deeply, hungrily, almost tasting the blood that stains your lips. My breath mingles with yours as I moan into your mouth, my tongue tracing between your teeth before pulling away just enough to let the sound slip out. My lips travel lower, pressing over your chin and down the line of your neck, then to your chest where I let them linger, feeling the rise and fall of your breath beneath me. I trail back upward, my tongue sliding along the side of your neck, licking from your collarbone to your jaw, leaving a wet path that glistens in the light. I stop at your lips again, tasting the mix of sweat and blood that coats your skin. When I kiss you again, it’s rougher. My hand reaches up, tangling into your hair and pulling hard until you grunt. I watch your head tilt back before I release it, letting it drop against the canvas with a soft thud. I shift downward until I’m kneeling between your open legs, your body spread out beneath me. I grab both ankles, lifting them so they rest loosely over my shoulders. The tip of the strap-on drags between your cheeks, the rubber brushing the rim of your ass as I press against it. I bring my right hand up to my mouth and slide my index finger between my lips, wetting it with saliva before lowering it back down. My left hand steadies your thigh while my eyes stay on your face. The wet finger traces the line of your hole until it finds the tight ring of muscle. I push forward slowly, feeling the resistance give way as I slide my finger in deeper, inch by inch, until it’s buried inside you. I hold it there, letting you feel the intrusion as your body tightens around me. I move the finger gently in and out, watching your expression shift with every slow push, taking in every sound you make as I prepare you for what comes next.

Roger_Lewis: Your lips roughly press into mine as i feel your tongue intrusion into my mouth. I feel it trace along my teeth until you pull away My head drops back to the canvas as you run your tongue and lips down over my chin, to my neck and then my chest. My cock swelling further by the second as the intimacy between us grows. You then come back up focusing on my neck. My skin reacts with goose bumps as you do. You can taste the salty sweat and the coppery taste of my blood. You grip my hair with purpose as i feel you yank on it and move my head where you like. Then you let it fall to the canvas once again. You reposition yourself between my legs as you knee between them. You raise my ankles as you reach back and lift them onto your shoulders. The rubber head of the strapon drags between my ass cheeks, you purposely drag the head over the rim, as you let the tip settle against it for a moment. I watch through swollen eyes as you slide your index finger between your lips and then guide it down letting it trace over the edge of the rim as you watch the expression on my face change, my eyes close as my head leans back i feel my body react as you press against the hole and slowly slide your finger inside me. An involuntary moan and gasp escape my lips as i feel you press further and further inside stretching me with every inch. You then hold it there and watch as i react and my breath quickens as you see my cock point north and stay there. You then start to slide it slowly in and out finger fucking me as you take in my expressions and reactions. Moaning more and more with every pass of your finger inside me....

Nasyarina: I smile when you moan, the sound trembling from your throat as my right index finger works in and out of your ass. Each slow push makes your muscles tense around me, and I can feel every small movement inside you. I twist my wrist once more, circling deep before pulling my finger out with a wet pop. My left hand grips the base of the strap-on as I guide the tip toward your hole, pressing carefully until it meets resistance. I watch as your rim stretches, the muscle tightening then giving way as I slide the head in. I move slowly, feeding the shaft deeper inch by inch while your body adjusts. When I see the strain in your face, I spit, letting the saliva fall onto the rubber and drip down as lubricant before pressing further. The dildo sinks in until the whole length disappears inside you, my hips touching yours. I take a breath, feeling the warmth from your skin brush mine. Leaning forward, I hover over your chest and look down at you. My lips graze your neck and then your cheek, planting small kisses before I find your mouth again. Your cock presses up against my belly, I can feel it twitch each time I breathe out against your lips. I whisper, “You like that?” I pull the dildo out slowly, letting it slide until only the tip remains, your body clenching as if to hold it in. Then I push forward again, harder this time, driving it deep with one thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the air as your body jerks beneath me, your breath catching with every movement.

Roger_Lewis: Your finger works inside me as you continue to move it in and out finding a rhythm. You turn your wrist and feel around inside me before letting your finger pull out with a popping sound. You hold the shaft of the dildo as you point the tip inside the rin and angle it down a bit for leverage as you push the head just inside stretching the hole around it. You press a bit harder until the head slides inside. My mouth opening as i gasp a deep breath, letting out a large exhale and moan of pleasure. You side forward to reposition yourself. Your hips press in slowly as you slide in the full length of the shaft. Your eyes on my face and my reactions as you drink it all in as you press your hips into mine. As you go deeper i feel the change between the border of pleasure and pain, and grunt slightly as you go deep. Your hips press against my ass as the dildo fully disappears inside me. Clearly not the first time i have been fucked in this way. Your body leans forward. your tits pres and brush against my chest. your lips exploring my body and neck again. My own cock reacting as they do. Your mouth hovers above mine as our breath washes over one another's face. You kiss me deeply again and i kiss you back even harder. You pin my cock between us as your pull all but out of my ass just holding the head inside as you pause for a moment, " Yes i fucking love it" I gasp and respond to you honestly. Vulnerable, broken, and then suddenly thrust your hips forward pinning deep inside me letting your hips slap against my body again. My body shocked a bit as i feel the pain and pleasure mix again as my body jerks a bit.....

Nasyarina: You say exactly what I wanted to hear, your voice trembling under the weight of each word. I keep my eyes on you as I slide the six-inch dildo out and back in again at the same slow pace, letting you feel every inch. When I draw it out once more, I spit down over the shaft, letting the saliva run along the length as added lubricant before pushing forward again. The rhythm begins to quicken, the sound of the thrusts echoing. My hand moves down to your cock, fingers curling around it as I fondle your balls gently, rolling them in my palm. I use my thumb to rub the tip, collecting the bead of precum that forms there. Bringing my finger to my lips, I taste it, the faint sweetness spreading across my tongue. My eyes meet yours as I do it, watching the way you breathe. I grab your right thigh for balance and shift my weight, focusing now on driving the toy deeper into your ass. Each thrust making your body jolt slightly beneath mine. Your moans fill the space, like music to my ears. I spit again into my left hand and wrap it around your cock, stroking it in rhythm with my hips, feeling it throb and twitch as I work you from both ends.

Roger_Lewis: The look of satisfaction on your face as you hear my words, you knew you were in control, that i was on edge and that you controlled that edge. the power that you were wielding was tenable. You slowly started to fuck me like you had dont this thousands of times before. Your hand fondles my balls like marbles as you play with them in your had. my cock swells and flexes, throbbing as you then use your thumb to massage the head as precum leaks from the tip and you scrape the tip with your finger so you can enjoy the sweet taste. My body moves with yours as you edge deeper with every thrust looking to watch my reactions as you steer me in any direction you choose. My mouth opens as i huff deep breath after deep breath along with every thrust as you now work my shaft in rhythm as you fuck me. My body shudder ever time ass, my cock throbbing as my heavy balls fill with cum as they swell......

Nasyarina: "You're mine. All mine." I growl the words as I keep thrusting the fake cock in and out of you, each stroke deeper, slicker, my hips snapping forward without pause. At one point I stop just long enough to spit again, watching the thick line of saliva land on the shaft before sliding it back inside you with a smooth push. My hand tightens around your cock as I stroke, uncaring if my grip hurts you, maybe I want it to... The sounds you make only drive me further, those helpless moans pouring out of you like you’ve already forgotten who you used to be. You're not a fighter anymore, but a broken fuck toy under me. I pick up the pace, each thrust landing harder, and my strokes match that rhythm, working your shaft in my palm. I lean over slightly, just enough to catch the sight of your face twisting with every push inside. “Cum for me, fucking loser…” I whisper between my teeth, taunting you with every breath. Strands of my hair fall forward, sticking to the sides of my face as sweat drips down my neck. My body glistening, slick from the sweat. I lick my lips as I look down at you, your abs bruised, your chest soaked. You look ruined... and perfect.

Roger_Lewis: You speak and I listen, your pace is deliberate, you wanted my release and you wanted to take it from me. your hand worked at the same pace as your hips as you continued to pound my ass even harder. Your hand working feverishly as you looked into my eyes My heavy balls filling one last time as you his at me to cum for you. As if on command my cock erupts as i moan out loud in ecstasy your rubber cock filling my ass as my cock shoots thick white ropes of cum straight upwards and onto my broken bruised abs and chest. Over and over i say the words "i'm Cumming, I'm cumming" I feel my ass hold tighten and pucker around your rubber cock as you fuck me through the orgasm. Sweat dripping from my face and body still as my eyes finally open to look up and back into yours......

Nasyarina: You eventually climaxed. Thick, white ropes shoot across your abs and chest, streaking your skin as I bury the strap-on deep inside you one last time and hold it there. I keep my hips pressed tight, watching your body twitch through the climax. Once your cock stops pulsing, I lean forward slowly, lowering my mouth to your chest. My tongue slides out and licks a long trail through your cum, dragging the taste across my tongue. “Fuck… you taste so good...” I murmur, licking again, savoring the earthy, salty aftertaste coating your skin. I kiss you hard, letting your own taste mix between our lips, then pull back. My hand drops to the base of the dildo and I slide it out from your ass, the shaft popping free as your hole clenches around it, then loosens, slightly gaping from the ass fuck i gave you. I stand up over you, grinning down at the wreck you’ve become. My fingers reach down to unfasten the strap-on, tugging it off my hips before tossing the toy aside without a second thought. I glance over to Lindsey and flash her a grin, then turn my attention back to you. My hands move to the hem of my sports bra. I peel it off slowly, revealing my damp breasts as I toss the soaked bra aside. (MTC)

Nasyarina: Then I hook my fingers under the waistband of my thong, pull it down my legs, and let the wet fabric drop to my feet. I step out of it and flick it aside with my toes. Naked now, my skin slick with sweat, I walk forward until I’m right above you, standing over your used body. I lower myself to my knees and sit on your midsection, your stomach still heaving from the fuck. I remember Lindsey’s instruction, and follow it. I grab both your wrists and pin them above your head, leaning down until my breath brushes your cheek. “You have such a pretty face,” I whisper. “Would be a shame if I used it…” I slide up your body, my thighs dragging across your chest, my hips rising as I move past your bruised collarbone and up to your throat. My pussy glistens under the lights, swollen and soaked with arousal as I straddle your bruised face. I let out a soft moan when I lower myself across your chin, mouth, and nose, grinding gently so your nose presses against my clit. Only your eyes remain uncovered, and that’s exactly how I want it. I want you to watch. I lift my hips slightly, then ride again, sliding my sopping wet cunt over your face with slow strokes. I release your wrists and grab a fistful of your hair, gripping it like handles. I pull your battered face tight into my pussy, moaning above you as I grind down harder, using your face without mercy.

Roger_Lewis: You run your tongue through the pool of cum on my abs and chest. You taste the salty thick ropes as you take them into your mouth. Your eyes on mine as you continue to show and prove your ownership of me. You are still inside me, lingering there again making a statement and proving a point. You savor my taste and then forcefully kiss me feeding me my own cum with your tongue. You then pull back and pull all the way out of my ass. My ass hole gapes for a moment before slowly closing. You then stand over me as you undo the harness and toss it to the side on the canvas. You then peel your sports bra over your head. Your firm perfect breasts fall out from under it. your nipples hard and poking out from your rounded breasts. They are coated with sweat and glisten under the ring light and hang perfectly. You then hook your fingers into the waistband of your thong sliding it down. Your shaved mound all but dripping from your dominant performance. You straddle my body standing over me as my cock still rock hard and dripping cum. You drop down on my chest and grasp my wrists pinning them over my head. Your breasts hanging in front of my face for a brief second. You then lean forward as your warm breath washes over my face. You slide up my body as your pussy drags over my broken abs and chest. I hear you moan, as you lower yourself over my mouth and nose. Your scent filling my nostrils as you lower yourself and start to grind. Your swollen clit presses against my nose. I feel your hood lift and the nub of your clit grind on it. Your eyes look down into my swollen slits as you force me to look up at you and watch who is doing this to me. Your pussy spreads over my face as your juices grow and spread across my swollen face. You grab my hair pulling me up into you, force feeding me your cunt. My mouth opens as my tongue starts to lap your pussy as well, extending it as you fuck my face harder, grinding down and using me as the dominant queen on her throne.....

Nasyarina: I gasp the moment I feel your tongue slide out and lick my pussy. Your nose pushes up between my folds, fitting perfectly as your face moves under me. A soft moan leaves my throat as I rock against your tongue, feeling every flick and breath. “Ahhh... look at you” I tease breathlessly, grinding down a little harder. “You know what to do without me telling you... that’s my fucking loser.” I grin down at you, dragging my wet cunt across your tongue and nose. I feel the warmth building in my thighs, the tension climbing through my belly as I look into your eyes. “Stick your tongue out more” I demand. “Keep it out... give me.” I shift forward just enough to push your face deeper between my legs. “I want you to taste and smell me. Get used to it... because you’re fucking mine.” My rhythm grows rougher, my pace increasing as the pressure builds inside my body. The squelch of wet skin echoes around the ring between between my moans and breathless gasps. I roll my hips, using your face without care, letting your mouth be swallowed up by my cunt. “Ahhh... fuck... fu... ughhh...” My abs tighten as I feel it coming, a slow burn crawling from deep inside. I grind down harder, chasing it.

Roger_Lewis: My nose buried between your lips as you ride my face like a jockey riding a horse. Your pleasure apparent as you moan and gasp. You can feel my tongue and you ride even harder. You talk to me like the bitch that you made me and there is nothing i can do but obey. Your pussy drains over my mouth and face as your arousal continue to grow towards climax. Your eyes meet mine as my swollen slits look up at the boxing queen that knocked me out. You demand my tongue go deeper and i obey pressing it further into your cunt. Your pace quickens as your musk and scent wash over my face. Your hips roll and your abs flex as you grind harder and faster building yourself to the end. I hear you curse and moan in ecstasy as you crave your orgasm and are going to take it soon.....

Nasyarina: I ride your face hard, grinding up and down across your battered features, not holding back. Your tongue does most of the work now, obedient, moving in time with my thrusts as I rub my wet clit over it again and again. Your nose presses up between my folds, right where I want it. I don’t even have to guide you anymore. Not long after, I finally climaxed. My body locks up, muscles tight, every nerve catching fire as I bury your face in my drenched cunt. I let out a moan, grabbing your hair with both hands and yanking so hard it feels like I might rip your scalp free. I grin, watching you drown in me as I ride out every last wave. My hips roll slowly now, dragging my soaked pussy across your face, smearing my excitement over your chin, your cheeks, all the way up to your forehead. I claim every part of it, marking your face like it belongs to me. I stay seated, my weight fully pressed down, soaking in the feeling. My breath slows as the pleasure fades from my stomach, and I turn my head toward Lindsey with a grin, still grinding faintly on your face. “Enjoying the show?”

Roger_Lewis: Your pace quickens as you are driving yourself to orgasm. All of your work and efforts had lead to this moment. Your hips slide back and forth over my face marking me with your juices and scent. Suddenly you moan and scream and your pussy starts to gush. Your warm fluids wash over my swollen bloody face and into my mouth and nose. Drowning me under you as you cum hard. You grip my hair and pull me deep into your pussy. My face buried between your folds as you force my face to press hard against you. Your naked body coated in sweat as your muscles flex from your powerful orgasm. Your hips start to slow as you savor the moment. Continuing to face fuck me as you come to settle on your throne turning to look at Lindsey as she admires your work. I lay beneath you utterly broken but my cock standing straight up still leaking cum from the tip as you sit atop my face.....

Nasyarina: I nod toward Lindsey, remembering exactly what she told me before the match. I give her a small wink before lifting myself off your face, letting you breathe for the first time in what felt like forever. Your mouth is coated in me, your nose slick, your face ruined. I shift down and settle on your belly, my weight pressing into your core as I look down at the mess I made. Your face is soaked, my juices, sweat, all of it smeared across your skin. And your body... fuck, I want to lick every inch of you. I lean down and drag my tongue along your chest, tasting your sweat. My lips move to your neck, kissing softly, savoring the warmth and salt. Then I glance back over my shoulder, and there it is. Your cock. Still hard and leaking. “Aww... still hard for me?” I tease. “I got one last thing for you to do.” My hand moves to my stomach as I give it a small rub, biting my lip. “I drank too much water earlier,” I say, “Would you mind helping me out?” I shift again, sliding up your body until I hover above your face. My soaked pussy hangs just inches over your lips. “I’m sure you’re thirsty after our match…” My left hand grabs a firm grip of your hair again. My right fingers trail along your lips, tapping gently, teasing every corner. “Open your mouth for me, loser…”

Roger_Lewis: You slide back off my face, my mouth openly gasping for air at this point. Your cum, sweat, and juices cover my face. I wince as you slide back onto my chest and stomach. Your naked body on display as you look down at me. And then back at my still hard cock. There is not much left you can do to me, i am beaten and broken. A bloody mess, you fucked my ass, milked my cock and fucked my face. My chest working hard to get in air. You then lean forward and i feel your tongue drag over my chest as you taste my sweat and some of your juices as you have coated my body wth them. You kiss my neck and then slide up my body. Your pussy now hovering over my face again. I anticipate you fucking my face again, or making me lick your dripping cunt. As you tell me to open my mouth i obey as i have done everything i was tole since the knockout......

Nasyarina: I grin the moment you obey, your lips parting just like I told you. I lower myself without hesitation, planting my sopping wet cunt down firmly over your open mouth. I relax my body, and within seconds, I feel the stream begin to flow. Warm liquid pours from me, uncontrolled, filling your mouth fast. You struggle to keep up, your throat working, your tongue pinned beneath me as I empty myself straight into you. “You better start drinking, sweetie,” I murmur, watching your face twitch beneath mine. Some of it spills past your lips, dripping from the corners of your mouth and down your cheeks, soaking your already ruined face. But I don’t stop. I want you to taste and swallow all of my filth, know exactly who you belong to. “I still have more,” I whisper, grinding my hips slowly while I release. “I drank way too much between rounds… and my bladder’s full. Just for you.” I press down harder, making sure there’s nowhere for it to go but into your throat or down your chin. I watch the stream flow, your body twitching beneath mine, your mouth struggling to keep up with the pace. But that’s your place now.

Roger_Lewis: You lower yourself over my mouth again. Taking a seat once again on your throne, my mouth open but suddenly you let your weight come to rest and i feel a warm stream of piss flow into my mouth, over my lips and down my throat. You force feed me your brine and tell me to drink it. I gag and some pours out my lips and sow my cheeks washing my face with it. But some start to pour down my throat. your words cutting through me like a knife reminding me of what happened in the ring and the pain washing back over me as your bring stings the cuts on my face as you continue to force it down my throat. i wince and gurgle a bit as you dominate me in every way imaginable.....

Nasyarina: I feel the pressure shift inside my lower belly, my bladder still heavy. I clench my muscles, cutting the stream short as I wait for you to swallow the mouthful of piss already flooding your tongue. “You love it, don’t you?” I tease, breathing out with a chuckle. “You could say I’m your personal mouthwash for now…” I tap your forehead with two fingers like I’m pressing a toilet flush, smirking down at the mess I’m making. Then I rise slightly, just enough to hover above your face, and rub my clit with two fingers, moaning softly as the friction pulses through me. My eyes fall back to yours, and I lower myself again. This time I don’t aim for your mouth. I release fully, letting the stream pour out once more, this time across your entire face. My warm piss spreads from your nose to your cheeks and down to your chin, drenching you completely as I shift forward and back, guiding the flow slowly. Your whole face becomes mine, and I never take my eyes off you.

Roger_Lewis: You give me a reprieve for a moment as you lift yourself up off me as i am drowning in your brine. You mock and belittle me as you left for just a moment. You tap my forehead as you look down and smile, admiring the handiwork. You then touch your cand suddenly let a fresh stream wash over my entire face as if you were marking your territory and claiming ownership of me. I feel the warm piss wash over my swollen bloody face. I wince and moan as i am just a plaything for you now to do as you wish with. The entire time forcing me to look up into your eyes as you prove and show your dominance......

Nasyarina: I empty my bladder fully on your face, not holding back, letting the last warm drips fall freely onto your lips and nose. A final stream trails down your cheek as I lift my hips, satisfied with the humiliation painted all over your soaked face. You lie there completely drenched, as if you'd just stepped out of a shower, only this one came straight from me. I rise to my feet slowly. My piss glistens across your chest and face, pooling beneath your head in a warm puddle. I step off your body, leaving you there like the mess you are, then duck between the ropes and drop to the floor outside the ring. Lindsey’s waiting. I walk up to her, and she casually hands me a towel without a word. I wipe myself down, drying the insides of my thighs, my cunt, and the sweat on my neck, still grinning from the dominant victory.

END