Amazon mixed boxing

She welcomed in Paris with kindness, then she undress slowly in front of him.

 

He admired, motionless, fascinated by the muscular female body in black tank leotard discovered powerful it gradually, as she undressed: broad shoulders, a chest full of arms compact, thick thighs. 

He undressed himself completely, mocking his gaze. It was much more robust than him and took a perverse pleasure to him to demonstrate, by comparing its arms to its own. It was much larger it, but the muscle development was blatantly much more pronounced among the young woman. 

 

-- "So what kind of lesson combat sport do you want me to give you today? "Asked she, walk to him, sure of its strength. 

 

-- "It could be a battle of boxing. "Suggested he, his voice hoarse with emotion. 

-- "Ok. "She says, hopping on the spot and mimicking combat situations. Her blows, splitting the air whistling, were like a terrible threat addressed to man, who watched the scene with anguish. 

"3 rounds of 3 minutes, I brought a timer that will ring at the end of each round. No coup in the face. When a fighter is on the ground, the other account until it falls. If it runs more than 10 seconds is the KO. "Said he, throat tied. 

 

It triggered the timer and announced: "First round." 

The two rivals went at each other. Patrick, strong and precise, had a good set of legs, he began to quickly turn around the boxing wrestler mixed, which cautious, treating its protection does not leave the eyes.

 

He reached the first, shoulder and arm, punctuating each of its moves by small remarks met, which tended to ridicule. 

-- "Hop. And hop. ". He had barely touched and had fallen quickly, avoiding his reaction.

 

-- "And hop. And yet hop. "Again, he was hit by small touches, which were only the touch. Bored, it advanced toward him, exposing themselves a little more.

 

-- "And hop" started there, touching lightly on the shoulder. 

 

-- "And hop" said she, offsetting a short hook to the liver. 

 

She had tried to hurt him and saw instantly that it had reached its goal. The man pulled and back away a step in the violent coup. 

Surprised, Patrick shook teeth, so as not to let his pain. His gaze arose, worried, on the biceps powerfully into the young woman. It was really bad. 

 

A wave of panic the submergea when she moved back towards him. It struck again. But, wary, he had been able to protect themselves and the coup came in the fat of the shoulder. However, the coup, struck with force, did make face pain and recula significantly under the impact. She lives with pleasure a glimmer of fear live in the light of her opponent. 

 

He tried to attack and-cons, ruant awkwardly on it, sent it a few blows Disordered para easily. Taking advantage of its imbalance, it fell under his custody and he gave a wide of the left hook to the stomach. This time, he frankly acknowledged the coup . It relied on her, clinging to recover a moment. 

 

Merciless, girl in leotard pushed, backing the wall. Scared, he tried to protect the body with arm . It struck heavily in the shoulder and arm, hurting severely. Then, taking advantage he opened his custody under the influence of pain, she kicks a terrible uppercut to the belly. Cracked, he remained a few moments, arms dangling, offered its coups boxing mixed. 

 

It then continued with a series of hooks to the body; exited, it assenait on both fists, powerful blows in the stomach that man, jammed against the bulkhead, could not dodge. The terrible punishment in mixed wrestling him seemed to last hours; he ceased, in fact, after a few moments, the young woman in leotard felt that pantelant, his naked opponent offered no resistance, but then stopped and hit him on recula few steps. As broken in two, Patrick, holding his stomach, fell to their knees, the breath away. 

 

-- "Un., Two .. three" began she says. 

Gathering his courage and his last forces, Patrick, using the wall, got up with difficulty facing the Amazon. She came ready, again, to hit, but the timer sounded, announcing the end of the first resumed. 

 

Patrick returned to his corner stumbling. Laminated by suffering, he squats down to recover. Closing his eyes, he lives again shivering  in the terrible moments that came to pass. This woman wrestler, if desirable, was literally massacred. Troubled, he contemplated a moment, the backdoor, its formidable opponent. He could not help but admire the firm rounded on her thighs, calves shapely and especially her arms thick, powerfully muscled, which had been so badly. 

 

*** 

 

-- "Go, the second resumed boxing mixed" said the muscular woman, triggering the timer again, without really letting him time to recover. 

 

He got up slowly, as anesthetized. It was there, two steps, threatening fists. Walked resolutely towards him, she had him back, shaking up a corner. 

-- "Oh, no ... " he says. 

He did not have time to finish his sentence; live like lightning, she picked a left hook to the liver left him speechless. Srached by the previous coups, it was no longer able to resist the lesser of its shots and collapsed immediately. 

 

It started again at scander, merciless: "One, two, three, four, five ... ". 

He was reluctant to recover, though it still felt the force. The body, ravaged by violent blows, he knew that the battle was lost but, driven by a remainder of pride, and also by a secret desire to undergo further its domination submission, he gave standing after it would have counted 8. 

 

-- "You want to yet, it looks like ... "She said, moved back to him. 

 

Again, he gone in a corner, trying to protect his arm. It struck dryly, on several occasions in the shoulder and body, to force it to be discovered. Attempting to escape the hurricane of his shots, he made straight and could not dodge another left hook, which reached the palm of the stomach. He wobbled under the impact, shaken. However, she don't insist, leaving him to resume his spirits. On several occasions, she adopted the same attitude, hitting the body, then retreating without further advantage. He understood then that, sure of her victory, she was decided to gradually afflict the whole body, without a completely out of combat. 

 

His custody, more and more bass, not protected soon. Like a punching-ball, tossed left and right at the option of inspiration pugilistique his torturer, it would hardly reacted, abdiquant any resistance. Saoule battering, he seemed to lose consciousness, little by little. The blurred vision and starting to lose the sense of reality, he saw, as in a dream, the heavy chest of the young woman muscular, which perlait few drops of sweat, tressauter the pace of blows that it assenait. Desire and pain involved, he surprised then to await the next move, hopefully, the powerful arm of the young woman entering without ceasing. Spectator his own ordeal, he secretly delectait humiliation ruthless that it was experiencing. 

 

The timer finally sounded, ending, temporarily, to his plight; pantelant, he was dragged, stumbling to his corner. 

 

*** 

The third takeover battle began Joint according to the same scenario. She maintained in a state of almost permanent KO. Sometimes, exhausted, or under the impact of a blow more powerful, it slid to the ground. But as she took care not complete, he always managed to recover, on the verge of unconsciousness, and resume the struggle; she then imposed a further correction, which replongeait gradually into unconsciousness. 

 

It has, on each occasion to make his humiliation and domination. She put together more than 10 times to land, cash, whenever, and punctuating his most violent beatings of sarcasm that ravivaient his shame and suffering. 

 

She decided, finally, to end its bid. Patrick, arms ballants seemed to await the last  coup . Approach human, half-unconscious, she rotate on a step backwards, his body back and, taking its momentum, she kics of all its forces, a terrible uppercut to the stomach. The man, screaming with pain, felt raised by the power of the impact, the arm of the beautiful athlete, moving deep into his belly apart. He literally off the ground and collapsed, striked.

Women vs men mixed martial arts is the sexiest of UFC actions in the world! When clothed woman beats a naked man it looks funny, sexy and really cool! Any gymanst, ballet dancer or female swimmer is a perfect athlete, let ballerina put her dance leotard on and we will see who is stronger - woman or man! Especially if they are colledge teens who fights each other in high school combat arena. Female advantage is her outfit, long sleeved gymnastics leotard or onepiece racing swim suit with t-back, it protects her feminine body and makes a girl more confident when her male opponent must fight nude, he has no chances against lady clad in sexy legless bodysuit. Female fighter defeats him with easy, just one swift kick in the balls and big muscle strong male begs her for mercy, scrambling under her feet like a real whimp! What a power of female legs - he can't resist and must worship and lick a feet and combat boots of his mistress who have defeated him with ballbusting attack!

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