Cheryl Clashes vs Hal PT3

HalFaith

I moaned even louder as your mouth worked me - my pecs and nipples were insanely sensitive due to the course of drugs the WTO had me take to compete, despite their gargantuan size and male disposition. I throbbed and twitched with every lashing your tongue gave me, feeling you bite softly and work my piercings, my thong now obviously dripping in this heavyweight battle. "...oh... you whore... I'm just getting started... one lucky shot isn-" I'm cut off yet again at the sensation of your pistoning glove pounding up into my hard abs, feeling them cave just a little more with every passing blow you torture me with. A few drops of spittle leak from my mouth as you try to break my gut, my feet nearly leaving the canvas with each shot. I know I have to break this momentum and soon, or else I'm going to be meat for your grinder... I bite down hard and use every ounce of massive muscle I have to power you off me after the fifth or sixth body blow, the pain setting in, watching you bounce softly off the ropes as you start to move back, enough focus left in me to aim a brutal straight right directly at your adorable little nose with all the strength a titboxing male can muster...

Cheryl Clashes

"Finally. You shut up" I mocked back as I teased your nipples, working your gut with as much might as I could in our close engagement. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Meaty smacks echoing through the empty gym as I tried to get the upper hand. You were tough, I had to give you that and when you shoved me back, I felt quite a bit of power. "hey,what the fuck? You cant handle m-?" My back hit the ropes, gloves up, arms framing my bountiful bust, watching you line up your next shot. Your gloves fist slammed dead center of my face, head snapping back with a wild spray of sweat and hair. Your power had me stunned, body resting against the ropes, gloves just under my heavy hangers, trying to shake the cob webs as I was left a sitting duck.

 HalFaith

"I can handle all of you and then some, bitch." I murmur from behind my mouthguard as I pound my heavy, sweat-splattered gloves together, stepping up to you as you lean on the ropes. The first blow brutally slams up into your kidney, just beneath your gloves and swaying melons, trying to make you drool, grunting as I shove myself up against you even closer. Tight, hammering blows break your gloved guard beneath your tits, mashing your solarplexus from a sexual clinch, returning the favour you so generously gave me beforehand. My tightly wrapped, bulging cock throbs up against your slutty, puffy thong, using this brief moment of advantage to rub myself against you and groan in pure, animalistic sexual pleasure. I lean into your throat and lick a few drops of salty, beautiful sweat from your exposed skin - "...I'm gonna fucking destroy you, and all your pathetic friends are gonna see it." I whisper softly in your ear, biting the lobe of it as my massive, powerful arms lift yours up and stretch your arms over the ropes, stringing you up and taking one step back, taking a boxer's stance as my eyes drop down to your body and I survey my targets.

 Cheryl Clashes

I could barely focus and the incoming body wreckage wouldn't help. Your uppercut made me almost cough out my mouth guard, a spit drooling down my chin. You pressed your firm pecs against my soft breasts, arms shoved down at my sides as you press your full weight into my tits. As you started to pump your gloves, I felt your stiff soldier rubbing against my damp flower, thong deep between my lusty folds. "Ohhhhhh...g-get...o-off me... Y-you brute." I groaned pleasantly as your barrage stopped and you teased me with you cruel words. My body was sore, bruises forming under my heavy hangers and across my toned abs. You pulled my arms over the top rope, head in a dazed lull as you stepped back. I could see it in your eyes. The eager fire burning behind your hues. I was helpless. Hung up in the ropes like a lewd heavy bag,full body on display and wide open. I was in trouble. All I could do now was ride out the storm and hope I could come back from it.

HalFaith

I growl once more, taking you all in - all of your mass, your beauty... and I grinned at the thought of what I was going to do to it. I grunted at the sight of your heaving mounds, feeling that unmistakable pull of agony and ecstasy - and I couldn't hold back any longer. The assault started with two brutal uppercuts, left and right, directly on your drooped chin. "...make me, slut." I murmur back as I lick my mouthguard, lifting your weight up, watching the ropes sag and bend with you. "though I really, really don't think you will..." Three explosive, pistoning gut punches crushed your stomach, right at the base above your dripping crotch. Then - the brutal assault I really wanted to inflict - my huge, heavy leather gloves start pounding your gigantic chest - speedbagging your melons from side to side - blow after blow spurting sweat, oil and milk from your engorged tits, feeling myself driven further and further into you with every brutal smack filling the quiet gym. Left and right gloves mash your breasts up into your own body, biceps flexing and bulging as my cock throbs and twitches from the taboo pleasure, feeling myself spurt between my thighs softly with each thundering blow.

Cheryl Clashes

My head bounced and bobbled as those heavy uppercuts crashed into my chin. Spit and sweat flying off my face, hair splayed wildly with each blow. My body drooped slightly but you quickly locked me back into place. Your womb busting blows made me groan out, eyes bulging, mouth guard showing, plump rump sitting on the middle rope, tits dangling more. You had your eyes set on my dangling darlings, wide open targets as I was a sitting duck. A loud moan soon escaped me. Your gloves sinking deep into my big melons with each pistoning blow. They bounced wildly, milk spurting from my stiff nipples upon the first impacts. Your pace steadily increased as you took your aggression out on my soft, meaty, speed bags. My thong was soaked with my nectar as pleasure spurted from between my thighs with each deep impact. I had been in this situation many times before but the power behind your punches was something I hadn't felt before. You bounced my tits back and forth, up and down, even sending them up into my face with a rain of milky sweat. meaty smacks and lusty moans echoed through the empty gym as you were taking liberties with my heavenly hangers.

HalFaith

I kept up my assault for what seemed like minutes, hours even - using your thickly padded, experienced like my own, personal, meaty punching bag. Brutal, smacking thuds became like breathing - over and over and over again. Milk and sweat spattered the canvas of the ring and dripped from the ropes. Suddenly I come to a halt, breathing heavily up against you - my thighs are buried between yours, my dripping cockhead leaking through the damp fabric of my thong, pushing and rubbing up against your warm, perfect, so-thinly wrapped sex. I pressed my sweaty forehead into yours, licking your cheek slowly, tasting your salty sweat and sweet, beautiful milk on my tongue. "....what's the matter?" I murmur, my puffy glove reaching down... "...getting tired?" I smirk, rubbing your throbbing crotch, glove slowly tormenting your quivering cunt. "Last chance." I mutter, splitting your thighs and lifting then both slowly, the thumb of my glove reaching up the strap of your thong... "...give... up..." I bite my lip and shiver in anticipation.