World Titboxing Organization

Mette Jorgensen: It had been a long week so far. She had been in Denver Colorado only 4 days, the photo shot was 3 of those days, but she took a week long vacation to hang around, go clubbing, fun stuff. She had heard about a sexy nude boxing club, one that was very exclusive. But paying of the right people and being famous made it easy to get in. As soon as she got into the club, all she saw around were posters of her old rival, Cherly Clashes, though she called her Cherly jugs. She looked around, and there she was, the bitch that got luck and beat her a month ago. She walk right over. "Well look who it is.!" She had been wondering when she would come across the bitch again.

Cheryl Clashes: It's had been a few weeks since our beach brawl, coming back to the place I call home. The Lusty Leopard was known for erotic matches of all kinds but was a fairly elusive club to get into. I had made a name for myself, becoming club favorite in a fairly short time. She had heard that there was a special guest and when I heard your voice, a tingle of lust shot through my spine. I turned to you, a big grin on my face. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. The last time I saw you, you were laid out in the milky sands in Florida." I say with a pleasantly tone. "What brings you to my neck of the woods, sugar?" I say, looking you over, the memories of you and I going tit to tit all came flooding back.

Mette Jorgensen: "Oh I was just doing a photo shot the other day here. They paid me good for it. Remember I am a fitness model." She then whispered... "and better than you," She then looked back up at her. "I actually just walked in here and when I saw all the posters, I realized where you said you were a fan fav, well it might be last minuet, but I do owe you a beatdown bitch! You won last time just by luck. My boobs are not so much smaller. Yours are just heavier and when they hit, they dazzed. Your lucky, that's all. I thought this would be a great place to teach you that."

Cheryl Clashes: I smirked as your quiet comment and shook my head, placing my hands on my hips. "It wasn't luck Hun. I just know how to throw my weight behind a punch." I say with a confident chuckle. " If you're wanting a rematch, then you picked the right place. My home turf! Luckily for the both of us, the main even match up cancelled but I'll pull some strings to get us that spot." I say, stepping up to you, pressing my big 38Js to yours. "I hope you're ready to moan my name once again. It sounds so sexy in your accent." I purred, staring you down for a few tense moments. Then I'd pull away. "Lose the clothes and glove up, slut. I'll go find the promoter. We'll be in the ring shortly." I say, waving a hand and walking off.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette looked up at her. That 2 inch difference meat little to her, but when those covered 38 J breasts pushed into Mette's 42 E breasts, she remembered how hard those sweaty boobs had hit her face last time. She gulped, hiding how it exited her just a bit. "Well good, you need a beat down." She stared as Cheryl walked off. "You will be moaning my name bitch, cause when I win I a fucking your ass in the boxing ring with my 10 inch black strapon!" She shouted to her back, but Cheryl did not even turn around. Mette stormed off, going to the back and taking it all off, the sexy, beautiful dress she had on, those heels, all of it. She then put on her black boxing gloves and made the walk back to where the ring was, naked, barefoot, and already sweating just a bit, her big size 10 feet leaving sweat marks on the floor as she walked.

Cheryl Clashes: I chuckled and shook my head as I heard your empty threat while walking away. The promoter was more than happy to clear up the main slot for us, making sure everyone knew we were up after the match going on. I'd strip from my robe in my locker room, pulling my pink and yellow gloves on. The lights would dim and the announcer would let the gathered members that the main had changed. My music would hit and I'd make my way from the back. As soon as I hit the stage, the crowd went wild, cheering for their unofficial champ. I waved my gloves, blowing kisses to the adoring crowd as I made my way to the ring. I'd slip in, taking my corner, stretching out and warming up as I waited for you to make your entrance.

 

Mette Jorgensen: Just a minuet after her entrance, the crowd still chanting, the lights went out. Then a very cool old song started playing on the overhead speakers, " style="color: var(--q-info);"> a famous song by Default. Mette then walked out. Some people in the crowd actually knew about her. She was not only a fitness model afterall, she was a famous erotic wrestler. It was only her 6th boxing match, but she was confident, especially with the crowd cheering as her sculpted naked body got in the ring, her sexy bare size 10.5 feet on full display, like the rest of her. She looked over at Cheryl. "Hope your ready bitch!" Just then the bell rang to start the match and she started her fancy foot work, trying to circle Cheryl. " style="color: var(--q-info);">Default - Deny (Official Music Video)Radial by The Orchard" style="color: var(--q-info);">

Cheryl Clashes: I looked toward the ramp as you made your entrance, still getting a pretty good pop from the crowd. Your nude framed strolled to the ring and took the corner across from me. There were no need for any formalities. The club knew what was in store for them. I tapped my gloves together as a response and the bell rang. I started out toward you, trying to rush you a bit and get the match started as quick as possible. I knew I had a bit more boxing experience but it had been a little whole since our last engagement. I wanted to wear you down quick,heavy melons dancing and swaying as I moved quickly,yet gracefully, toward you. I'd snap out a few left jabs toward your face, looking to draw your guard. Then, a right straight would take aim for your mid section, trying to start off hot and strong.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette saw her coming, her HUGE jugs dancing around, sexy as ever, turning her on. The small nipples on Mette's Big breasts already getting a little hard at the site of Cheryl's bigger breasts. Then she saw them coming in, and she dodged under the quick left jabs, then popped back up. Unfortunately it was to quick cause when her head popped back up, she was greeted by a hard strait right punch fight to her jaw. Mette held on though, taking it and immediately answering with her own combination. First she fired a right at Cheryl's face, then a quick left, but then went in with a hard series of two uppercuts aimed at Cheryl's biggest targets, those HUGE melons that were already just a bit sweaty.

Cheryl Clashes: You ducked the jabs but instead of hitting your abs, I caught you right on the mouth. You were quick to recover however. My guard snapped into place, blocking the quick jabs. That left my melons open for those uppercuts. Your blows bounced my big beauties up into my arms, making moan, a devilish smirk hidden behind my gloves. My nipples were stiff from the impacts, shaking the sensation off quickly as a hard left careened toward your face. Then a heavy right hook would take aim for your left melon, finishing with a low left that would look to hit between your legs. The crowd was cheering as the slugfest was starting off hot, neither of us missing a beat as the opening moments started.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette reacted quick, she had been learning since her last loss. She weaved and ducked again, the left toward her face missed as Cheryl's glove flew above her head. Then a heavy right that hit her BIG left 42 E breast. It hit hard but Mette stayed unmoved, a moan did come out her mouth. Then there was a hard left again, but this one was right between her legs, her pussy red from the hit. Mette staggered back and breathed hard. "Oh, that's how you want to play it, fine by me bitch!" She then stood up strait and moved back in, a left hook, then a right hook to Cheryl's HUGE breasts, ending in a punch to her left side of her face. Mette was going to make her crotch pay later, not right now.

Cheryl Clashes: I was landing some good shots, knocking your melons across your chest after my face shot missed. Then the low blow made you shuffle back, tapping my gloves together as you hissed at me. "You knew I came to play, slut." I chuckled, gloves up. Your hooks slammed against my melons, moaning with each impact. With as big of jugs I have, it was hard to protect them, almost begging for them to take punishment. I quickly covered my head, seeing the hook rock and swing, gloves protecting just in time. I felt some drips coming from my nipples, the stinging in my chest was manageable but you'd come a long way since our last match. I'd feint a right toward your face, looking to draw your guard before stomping forward and powering both my gloves out, targeting dead center of your tough melons. "Take it, bitch!"

Mette Jorgensen: Mette immediately put up both gloved hands, quickly to block her, but then two massive hits rocked her BIG tits. Mette moaned out, staggering back 3 steps before she stopped herself. She the rubbed the black glove against her left breast, that hurt. She looked up at Cheryl, the bitch was to far. Mette took the 3 steps back, recovering just a bit before she sent another uppercut to Cheryl's ABS, then another, in total 4, she wanted to make her double over.

Cheryl Clashes: My double boobie basher sent you stumbling wildly back. I smirked as I started toward you quickly while you cupped your melon. You kept backing away as I was closing in looking to swing a left hook for your cheek when you faked me out! Your uppercut slammed into my gut, halting me in place. Then another and another. Your uppercuts folded me forward, growing in pain, arms holding my midsection as I was the one trying to shuffle some distance between us.

Mette Jorgensen: She then smiled. "Now the payback Big Boobie Bitch!" The payback she had in mind though was very, very specific. Mette swung her BIG, sweaty 42E breasts back and forth when she leaned forward, hitting both sides of Cheryl's head, back and forth, pay her back just like the last match. She was still afraid though, Cheryl's breasts were bigger and heavier. She kept on, in total 15 hits, a forced motorboat. She then stepped back, kneeled down and fired an uppercut to Cheryl's labia, pay her pussy back. "BITCH!"

Cheryl ClashesEditedMy tits dangled like seductive targets but you had other plans in mind. Your tits started to rock my head back and forth, making moan as you tit boxer me. My saliva mixed with your sweat, stunned, slightly embarrassed that this was happening so early. I groaned, lost in a lusty fog, before a loud moan escapes me. Your low blow sent a shockwave of pained pleasure through my body, dropping to my knees then tipping over on my side with my gloves between my legs. Oh this bitch had it coming but I was too stunned to do anything about it. Laid in the fetal position, trying to calm the pain in my loins, trying to get a game plan for when I got back up.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette then put her big, sweaty, wrinkled size 10.5 foot on Cheryl's face, rubbing in the sweat. She then looked at the crowed and flexedd, showing off. Walking off Cheryl she then talked to the crowed. "Looks like your big champion is just a BIG titted bitch." She then turned back to Cheryl. "Come on, get up, get your sweaty ass up, time to get some more punishment bitch!"

Cheryl Clashes: You pressed your sweaty foot to my cheek, enraged as well as embarrassed. You called me to my feet as you basked in the crowds cheers, pushing your foot away from my face. I'd roll to one knee, glaring up at you. Id swing a big right uppercut between your legs, looking to stun you "paybacks a bitch!" I'd shout. As I rose to my feet, I'd swing a big double uppercut aimed for your tits, looking to rock you back as I got my footing back under me.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette screamed in pain, the low blow, her red pussy lips, she started to fall. Before she even hit the mat though, a big double uppercut hit her BIG breasts as she was falling to her knees, not only keeping her up, but staggering her back again, then she fell to her knees after she staggered. She breathed deep, her head staring down as she tried to get her bearings after that hard combo. After 5 seconds though she got back up, her legs wobbly from the pussy hit. She stubbled forward and fired off a big right hook at Cheryl's left breast.

Cheryl Clashes: My recovery combo did it's job, stunning and dropping you to your knees. I got my footing as you were starting to get back up and the crowd roared as the slugging was about to start back up. You were on wobbly legs, letting your right hook crash into my melon with a spurt of cream. "Is that all you can do!?" I hissed, powering through the pained pleasure. I'd fire right back, snapping out a left-right set of jabs toward your face. Then, a left cross would target your left melon. I was so turned on. You were in my ring, playing by my rules. It was only a matter of time before we would be slug fucking in the center of the ring.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette put up her gloves to late, the first left jab making it threw, but she blocked the right. Then her hard left cross rocked her, she stubbled to the side. She did not go down though. Instead she took another deep breath, and fired right back, first a right hook she intentionally aimed at Cheryl's arm. Then she fired another right hook to the same arm, making her think there was a third, but that was when a left hook aimed at her face, followed by a right to her HUGE 38J right breast, Mette was calculated and wanted to make Cheryl guess where the next would come.

Cheryl Clashes: I wanted to burst your tits, but they seemed much tougher than last time. You stumbled, my guard locking near my head as you reset yourself and moved back toward me. I let your shots hit my arms, curious what you were aiming for. Then, a hard shot would land against my arm again, clearly aiming for my head. Then the follow up hook slammed my tits together with another spray of milk. I moaned, shuffling a step back, twisting my body back and unleashing a left hook of my own aimed for your right melon. As I went to unleash another blow. The bell would ring. Ending the first round of carnage.

Mette Jorgensen: Quickly Mette shifted. She had learned enough from a trainer how to read an opponents shift in weight. She stepped to the right avoiding the left hook to her left breast, then just as the bell rang, her right breast was hit by a wild right hook. Mette grunted, but did not stumble. Walking back to her corner as the 1 minuet wait till the next round, she thought about how she was taught to take hits. She smiled, bruises on both her sweaty breasts, even her face had a bruise or two, but her pussy was red. She looked over at Cheryl who had a few bruises to. She smiled over at her and waited for the next round.

Cheryl Clashes: My wild hook landed, ending the round. I made my way back to my corner, cradling my leaking tits. I smirked over at you, lifting my right nipple to my lips and giving it a suck, teasing you from across the ring. The break was needed. My pussy and tits were sore but I wasn't going to let that get to me. Another round was soon approaching. More opportunity to make you moan.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette smiled again when she saw Cheryl licking her own nipple. Damn she was hot, but she needed to go down. No easy task, but a challenge is what Mette lived for. It both thrilled her and excited her, her nipples twitched. She knew what she needed to do. It was time to get it on hard. Then the buzzer rang again. Slowly Mette get up to begin round two. She walked lowly, sweat dripping off her body. She lumbered to the left just a little, but it was just to make it seem she had not recovered. "Come on Cheryl." She then lumbered to the other side. Inside she was smiling as the distance between then slowly close. Suddenly she launched forward, grunting like an angry Viking, throwing one strait right punch, then a left, then a right uppercut to Cheryl's right breast, followed by a left hook.

Cheryl Clashes: The bell rang and I was eager to go another round. I watched you almost drunkenly sway toward me. I had my gloves raised to my face as we met in the center of the ring but too my surprise, you were playing possum. You lunged out at me with a loud grunt taking aim at my big milkers. Each glove sunk deep into my soft tit meat, making moan with each stream of sweet cream. The combo left me stunned, caught in a lusty haze as my gloves froze in front of my face, arms pressing my perfect targets together.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette then went to her knees, and once again, just like in the first round, she fired an uppercut right into Cheryl's pussy. She smirked and then grabbed her with one glove, stopping her from falling to her knees. She then started hammering her ABS, shoot after shot, uppercut after powerful upper cut to her ABS, trying to back her up into the corner ropes. "You deserve this bitch." She was calculated and was trying to wear the tall fighter down fast before the boxing match went on too long.

Cheryl Clashes: You dropped to a knee and slammed your glove between my legs. As I wanted to fall, you were there to catch me, wrapping an arm under mine and around my back before your uppercuts started to pound my midsection. I was in trouble, being bulled into the corner, arms gripping the top rope to try to keep myself propped up as you had me pinned to the corner post. I was dazed, stunned, trying to catch a breath as you started to press your advantage.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette then screamed again, another guttural Viking scream of rage. She then launched another assault. She took aim, punched her in her face, then shoved her into the corner. She finally had her where she wanted her. She put one gloved hand on Cheryl's sweaty shoulder, with her left she started, it was 3 hard left uppercuts to her MISSIVE left breast. The Mette switched and rammed up 4 hard uppercuts to her right MASSIVE breast. Yes she was expending a lot of energy, but she wanted to teach the tall slut a lesson. She then leaned in, the most surprising part of all, she licked her lips, kissed Cheryl, then one last hard uppercut to the left breast. "Fucking sexy bitch!"

Cheryl Clashes: The crowd cheered at your road as you had me trapped and dazed. You kept me stunned with a rough shot to the face, arms draped over the top rope. You started to slug my breasts. Left then right. Milk raining over your sweaty body, making me moan as I was turned into a slutty heavy bag. I just had to hope you wear yourself out if I had any chance of a come back. My tits bounced up into my face over and over, bruises forming on the undersides of my heavy milkers. You paused you battering to plant your lips to mine. I moaned into the kiss, a gutteral moan filling your mouth as you plow another glove into my left melon.

Mette Jorgensen: She then stepped back, flexing again. "You see, Jugs, I have been training. I was so used to wrestling, using all my body, that I was getting tired when only using my arms. But that was our last match. Now I am better bitch!" She the swung another left hook, hitting her face once more, then flexing for the crowd again. She knew it was a risk, but she needed to see if Cheryl had anything left. It was a big risk.

Cheryl Clashes: You admired your handiwork for a moment, mocking me as you flexed in front of me. I was definitely impressed with how far you've come since our last battle. An aggressive left would snap my head to the side, body tipping out of the corner, and falling to the mat. I wasn't out yet, just battered and bruised. I'd crawl to my hands and knees, moving toward you. I'd grab your thigh with my left arms, stabilizing myself against you. Instead of pay back, I'd give you a reward. My head moved between your legs, my lips pressing to your flower, tongue slowly running up and down your folds and against your clit. If I couldn't out muscle you in this moment, I could at least try to put you in a lusty haze.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette moaned pleasurably. Her gloved hands grabbed Cheryl's head. She was so horny, there was no way she was not gonna indulge in this a bit at least. She grabbed the back of Cheryl's head with both gloves. "Yes, that's it. lick your superior, please my powerful sweaty pussy bitch." It was a body instinct, she naturally started rubbing and thrusting her pussy forward into Cheryl's face a few times.

Cheryl Clashes: You didn't need to tell me twice. I was more than happy to stop the punishment is it meant pleasuring you. You forced my head deep between your legs, soaking my face in your nectar. My tongue worked over your pussy, sliding my right glove up to used the thumb to slip into your tunnel. I wanted to pleasure you, I wanted you to cum. Especially if it meant I'd get a few sensual moments of rest as I greedily ate you out.

Mette Jorgensen: Mete moaned again, she rammed her pussy hard against Cheryl's face. "Fuck yes!" The Danish Slut came out. She lifted her leg, putting one very sweaty foot on Cheryl's shoulder. "Don't stop, please your superior be fore I beat you senseless and fuck your ass after I beat you." She was getting lost in it, but she was ok with that, for now. She just had to control her self after orgasm.

Cheryl Clashes: I kept licking and eating and glove fucking you. Your leg pulled me even deeper, soaking me in your succulent juices. Your nectar ran down my chin and on to my sore melons. My left glove would slip between my legs, humping as I pleased the strong Danish brawler. My tongue worked faster and faster, feeling you bucking into my face. I could tell you were close. I just had to hope I could capitalize.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette grunted hard and moaned. She was a very dominant woman sexually, but this close to orgasm, she could lose her self to her sluty side. Her legs trembled as she leaned her back against the rope for support. "OH MY GOD YES, YES!" She started shaking, her sweaty thighs, muscular and tense. "Yes! Fucking worship my pussy!" She started breathing faster. Her massive breasts moving with every breath, sweat dripping from her nipples onto Cheryl's head. Her eyes rolled up, then she started squirting hard. For 30 seconds she squirted in Cheryl's face as the crowd cheered.

Cheryl Clashes: My licking and eating and fucking was all bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You fell back into the ropes, your body trembling around my face as you finally erupted. Your moans were loud, nectar coating my face but at the peak, id pull my glove away. Then, one, two, three uppercuts would slam into your convulsing pussy. The heavy blows looking to heighten your orgasm as well as punish you dominant pussy. On the last blow, my glove would stay there, grinding against your clit as I had you on the ropes, while I stood back up. I leaned in, starting to suck on your nipples but before long, the bell would ring to end another round.

Mette Jorgensen: As the bell rang, Cheryl finally stopped sucking her nipple and walked back. They were both so sweaty. Mette fell to her knees as Cheryl walked away. She had to get back into the fight before round three. She had lost herself in that orgasm. Her legs shaking, she grabbed the rope and stood up slowly, then walked to her corner, leaning on the ropes as she gasped for air after that orgasm. She looked at the crowd and they were cheering, but Mette dripped sweat and even pussy juice on her legs. It really was a strong orgasm.

 

Cheryl ClashesI made my way back to my corner, licking some of Mettes juices off my glove as I took a seat. My tits were swollen and leaking but taking all those blows was worth it after leaving you a quivering mess in the ropes. I rest in my corner, looking over my muscular opponent as she tries to recover. My gloves run over my sore peaks, moaning softly as I try to soften the pain in my bust.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette looked over at her as the Bell rang for round three. Goddess above her sweaty tits looked great. She got up planning to finish it. Slowly she walked to the center of the ring, that orgasm left her a bit weak. "Come on bitch!" She put her gloves in front of her face, waiting.

Cheryl Clashes: The bell soon rang, taking a moment to collect myself as I slowly moved toward the center of the ring. My sex boxing experience was paying off as I watched you stumble toward me. Guard raised, I'd snap a few jabs into your arms, keeping them in place. Then a left would target your right melon before a hard right would take aim for your midsection, hoping to fold you forward. Then a left hook, right jab would take aim for your face. I wanted to take back the advantage, trying to get it back as quick as I could in my home turf.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette grunted as shot after shot rang her bell, the one in her head. All the jabs and hooks, even on to her midsection, causing her to double over, gasping a bit. That orgasm from before still slowing her down. Fuck, she should have never let Cheryl make her squirt the last round. Though tired, she pushed froward, firing off two weak uppercuts, holding her gloved hands together to hit the underside of those MASSIVE JUGS of Cheryl's.

Cheryl Clashes: I managed to catch the body building beauty off guard, snapping her around with my quick barrage of blows. While you were still slumped forward, you'd pop upward with a double uppercut to the underside of my big melons. The orgasm from earlier seemed to have taken some of your power away, pushing my melons up into my arms with a shower of milk. I'd take a step back, feinting (sort of) the pain in my melons. My arms would cradle my tits, hoping you'd step toward me. If you did, I'd fire both gloves out, targeting your nipples with a hard double straight for your bust.

Mette Jorgensen: Unknown to Mette, she took the bait, walking forward, ready to hit again, but was instead greeted by Cheryl's gloves to her nipples. She moaned out, stumbling back to the ropes, her back on the ropes, literally and figuratively. She was more afraid of the breasts that hit her face last time then the gloves that punished her nipples. "DAMN." She sagged on the ropes, but then lunged forward, trying a strait right punch, a sloppy one aimed ay Cheryl's midsection.

Cheryl Clashes: The double boob blow sent you stumbling back into the ropes. Instead of following you, I watched you hit the ropes and use them to launch back out toward me. I saw that right firing out, quickly shuffling to my left and countering with a right of my own, sending it toward the side of your face. Then, I'd shuffle a little more, moving behind you, looking to slam your tits together from behind with a rough pincher hook. "Losing steam, slut?" I purred to you as you were still feeling the effects of that orgasmic last round.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette screamed out in pain a the right side of her face was hit hard by a strait punch. She staggered again. Next thing she knew, Cheryl was behind. She could feel the hear from those sweaty, sexy HUGE breasts of hers. Then her own breasts were hit, smash together. She screamed out, her nipples hard. The taunt just pissed her off more. Slowly she turned and swung a fast left hook to Cheryl massive left breast.

Cheryl Clashes: Metres moan made Cheryl's body tingle, taking a little extra time to mash her melons together with her gloves. She managed to twist out of her grip, her left slamming into my left melon, making milk spurt from the sore target. I'd growl, feeling a newfound energy as you went to slug my melons. I'd snap out a left hook for your face, then a right uppercut for your chin, trying to get back on the upper hand. Then a right straight would take aim for your left melon, now trying to work you back toward the corner or ropes.

Mette Jorgensen: She moans out in pain as again, she is battered by a fast and painful barrage of hooks, jabs and uppercuts, targeting multiple parts of her body. It was so demoralizing, for everyone hit of hers, it seemed Cheryl had 4. She fell to one knee after the uppercut to her chin, gasping as she stared at Cheryl's sweaty size 8 feet.

 Cheryl Clashes: My blows came raining down, dropping you to your knee. I smirked as I looked down at you as you looked at the mat around my cute feet. With my glove, I'd lift your head up by your chin. Then, I'd bend my chest down, letting your face rest between my big melons. "Uh-oh. Looks like you found trouble" I purred devilishly. Then, I'd start to swing my melons back and forth, slamming them against your face. I was tit boxing you know, a bit of payback for your titty abuse from earlier, letting my milky wrecking balls start to batter your face.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette grunted out, god, just like last time. They were so sweaty, so sexy, so heavy, they hit hard on each side of her face, making her so dizzy. She just had to fight back. She moaned again in pain as her face was battered and sweaty. She then shot up a weak upper cut, trying to hit anything. "F-fuc-uck you." It was getting sexier and sweatier, but those goddamn melons, fuck they were sexy weapons.

Cheryl Clashes: Each hefty tit blow was met with a dazed moan. Thump thump thump, weighty weapons slapping your face back and forth. I felt your gloves snaking into my body but from your vantage point it was hard to get anything. I'd catch one glove, then the other, making it easier for me to dominate you with my heavy weapons. "Just like last time, huh slut?" I mocked. "You may as well give up now." Not letting my tits stop plowing your face.

Mette Jorgensen: Till then, Mette had been on one knee, She then fell to the second knee also, already 20 boob bombs to her face. She gasped as it battered her, trying to hold out. Finally she started shanking her gloves, still she would not give up, she refused to give up. Cheryl would have to knock her out first. Belligerently, she shoved her back one step, trying to get away from those breasts, though still to dizzy to get up.

Cheryl Clashes: I had you where I wanted you. My tits slapping hard against your face with damp, meaty, smacks. The pressure was enough to drop you to both knees but before long you'd pull away from me, shoving me back a few steps as you broke free. I smirked, cupping under my devastating melons, shaking, them on her chest. "Oh, tit slut is looking for more huh?" I mocked.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette tried to stand up, stumbling back down to her knees. "N-no, please." She looked up at her, eyes almost pleading for it to stop, but she still refused to say I quit.

Cheryl Clashes: I'd move in with a devious smirk, looking to put you back between my big beauties. "I knew you couldn't handle my perfect pair." I chuckled with a devious tone. I gently slid my nipples across your face, letting you kiss both of them before the left slipped to your right cheek. Then, with a big swing, I'd crash both of my wrecking balls into the side of your face, looking to fully plant you to the mat.

Mette Jorgensen: Mette moaned seductively as those nipples slid across her face. She just could not help it, her pussy wet again. She licked them and kissed them just a bit, moaning again. Then, suddenly, both huge tits crashed hard against the right side of her face, nearly smothering that side of her head as they hit, so hard that Mette heard a ringing, things went black and that was all she remembered. Someone looking saw, the two HUGE J cup tits smashed her face, her head falling to the mat and drool coming out her mouth as she knocked out by the sweaty, sexy J cup tits.

Cheryl Clashes: "Night night, sugar" I moaned as my hefty meteor's slammed into the side of your head. The impact was enough launch you a foot or two, splaying you out on your back, completely knocked out. The bell rang as the crowd cheered for their favorite busty boxer, claiming another victory in the club and another victory over such a sexy and tough rival. I planted one of my cute feet on your bruised melon, raising my arms in the air as I basked in the chants from the crowd. "Cheryl! Cheryl! Cheryl!" Another victory and another tough melon mauler put in her place.

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