An Unrequested Maid: Ivan vs Percilla

[TheSuitedOwl]

To be honest Percilla hadn't expected to hear any answer out of her opponent. The guy was just a big ball of anger. So how much fun could she possibly expect to squeeze out of the guy? The answer was obvious 0 but nevertheless was happy to hear that a sold score of 10 was in his future.

"Hehe.. Really?" Percilla teased. Her breasts constantly bumping up against his upper back until the two were finally close enough for Percilla to let go of her hammerlock hold and attempt to slam him face first into the top turnbuckle!

At which point if Ivan hadn't yet managed to break free of her clutches. Percilla would turn him over and grab him by the back of his head. "Just a little taste for now Master." Percilla teased. Aimming to make Ivan motorboat her large but still covered chest! "Manifique non!?"

[MR. Q]

Ivan feels Percilla release her hold just before she slams him face-first into the turnbuckle. The impact jars him, stars exploding across his vision. He staggers back, seeing double for a moment.

His head throbs, pain radiating through his skull. Ivan knows he has to shake this off fast. Percilla will capitalize on his weakness.

He blinks rapidly, trying to clear the fog from his mind. Slowly, his vision returns to normal. Ivan sways on his feet, still off-balance. He braces one hand against the turnbuckle for support.

Ivan then feels Percilla's grip tighten on the back of his head, pulling him towards her chest. He resists for a moment, but the foggy haze in his mind slows his reaction.

Finally, he gives in, motorboating her covered breasts with a deadpan expression. The soft flesh molds against his face, warm and inviting even through the thin fabric. Ivan can feel Percilla's excitement, her quickening breath.

But as Percilla begins to pull away, Ivan makes his move. In one swift motion, he yanks down her bra, exposing her large breasts to the open air. Before she can react, he wraps his arms around her in a vice-like bear hug, trapping her arms at her sides.

"My turn." He smirks before capturing one of her nipples between his lips and crushing her in between his arms.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Biting her lip Percilla would make sure to give Ivan a large scrumptious serving of her melons. Each one of which would pound softly against the side of Ivan's adorable little head until the purring cat maid was sufficiently pleased with herself.

"Oh my, What an appetite." Percilla teased. A light blush on her cheeks as she begun to draw Ivan's face away from her chest. Though before she could have the chance to follow it up with an attack. She would hear the thin fabric of her top being ripped apart by Ivan!

Then after feeling the man's strong grip pin her arms to her side in a powerful bearhug. Percilla would gasp, arch her back, and scream from the toxic mixture of pain and pleasure. As Ivan would manage to attach his mouth against one of her exposed nipples to suck! "Uggh!...No! No! It isn't time! It isn't time for that Master!"

[MR. Q]

Ivan ignores Percilla's protests, continuing to suckle and tease her nipple with his tongue. He feels her squirm in his grip, her body reacting to the stimulation despite her words.

His other hand slides down her back, squeezing her ass possessively. Ivan grinds his hips against hers, letting her feel his growing arousal.

"Time for what?" he taunts between licks and nips.

Ivan bites down on her nipple, just hard enough to sting, before soothing it with his tongue. His hands dipping low, cupping her ass through the thin material of her maid panties.

Ivan continues to grope and fondle Percilla, his hands roaming her body with growing boldness. He nips and sucks at her breasts, leaving red marks in his wake.

[TheSuitedOwl]

It was like Percilla had awoken some other beast within the brooding angry mind of Ivan. Which may have caught her offguard for the time being but was generally seen as an overall improvement by her. Lousy man, was that really so hard!

"Mmm... Oh Master! Your going.... to ruin it!" Percilla protested. Stringing the words together the best she could between the loud girlish moans of her most inner-demons. Before Ivan had decided to grab Percilla's ass like he owned it and cause her body to shiver with delight. As she felt the man's growing bulge press against the thin fabric protecting her groin.

Yet, even worse than that she couldn't help but gasp at the sudden sensation of her tits being bit! Of course their continued attention to her fat melons was already bad enough but now with Ivan being so aggressive it was only a matter of time before Percilla would be overwhelmed. She had to act and in her desperation to get away. She would try to headbutt Ivan!

[MR. Q]

Ivan continues his sensual assault on Percilla, his hands roaming her body with growing boldness. He nips and sucks at her breasts, leaving red marks in his wake while groping her ass.

But in her desperation to escape, Percilla manages to catch him off guard with a well-placed headbutt. The impact snaps Ivan's head back, stars exploding across his vision.

He staggers back, releasing his grip on Percilla. Ivan blinks rapidly, trying to clear the fog from his mind. His arousal is still evident but the pain from the headbutt is a welcome distraction.

Ivan shakes his head, trying to regain his focus. He can't let this maid get the upper hand. Not when he's so close to having her completely at his mercy.

With a growl, Ivan lunges forward, trying to grab on Percilla and continue his sensual assault to weaken her.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Like all good things it had to come to an end, Percilla just had to act. Otherwise, every stud and slut in this den of animals would get the wrong impression of her. Percilla needed to get away and while there were no hard feelings there was something definitely hard about all of it!

As Percilla's head would rattle with the sensation of having ran into a brick wall. Forcing her to cling to the nearby ropes while she took a few steps away from her opponent. "Ugh..." She then groaned. Holding her head as she fixed her eyesight over Ivan.

The horny bastard was a danger if she wasn't too careful and to her credit she was right. Not even a few seconds had passed before she had spotted the man chasing after her. Unfortunately time was short and without many options available Percilla would take a risk!

Gambling it all in one attack. Percilla would jump, springboard off the bottom rope, and attempt to kick Ivan right in his head! Which If it worked would allow her to gain control of the match again, otherwise. She would be shit out of luck, miss her target and be on the floor with no defenses.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's focus is solely on regaining his grip on Percilla, his arousal overriding any sense of caution. He's so intent on his prey that he doesn't notice the maid's springboard kick until it's too late.

Percilla's foot connects with the side of Ivan's head, the impact spinning him around. He stumbles, disoriented, and crashes into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.

Ivan slumps to the mat, his head ringing from the blow. He shakes his head, trying to clear the dizziness, but the world keeps spinning. His vision blurs, doubling and tripling.

Slowly, Ivan pushes himself up to a sitting position. Ivan grunts and forces himself to his feet. He sways unsteadily, still off balance, but he's up. He can't let this maid win, not like this.

He knows he needs to regain control of the match, and quickly. But first, he has to shake off the lingering effects of that kick. Ivan takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Breathing hard Percilla would stumble for her first few steps after the kick. As she placed a hand against the torn top on her chest and sighed. The fucking bastard ruined it, how much were these repairs even going to cost her? The answer, a whole lot and Percilla was going to be absolutely sure that how ever much she was going to be paying out-of-pocket for those repairs that Ivan would be sure to repay her the same using his body! She had it up here with him and his fake disinterest and nonsensical angry passion!

Thus, grumbling to herself Percilla would reach down and remove the last shreds of her top and tossing them out to the crowd. As she then approaches Ivan from behind. Thankfully for her, he happened to still be recovering from her last kick and without him being able to put up much of a fight at that moment. She would manage to flip him onto his back and hit him with a sudden butt drop to the head! Where for the next few seconds Ivan's head would be hopeless trapped under as Percilla would remain seated and proceed to remove his shorts with some difficulty.

At that point if everything had gone according to her plans then she would reward her now naked Master with another butt drop to the head, dust her hands cleans, and say. "Doesn't that feel a lot better Master. The big guy just couldn't breathe in there."

[MR. Q]

Ivan barely registers Percilla's approach from behind, still reeling from the effects of her earlier kick. Before he can react, she flips him onto his back and delivers brutal butt drop to his head, leaving him momentarily stunned and disoriented.

While Ivan struggles to regain his senses, Percilla uses the opportunity to yank off his shorts, leaving him completely naked and vulnerable. Despite his anger and humiliation, Ivan can't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight of Percilla's bare body looming over him.

Just as Percilla prepares to deliver another blow, Ivan manages to muster enough roll to the side, avoiding another butt drop and seeing Percilla land on her bum roughly was worth it. He then stands up to reorient himself back to the fight except naked, his penis in plain view which led to most women in the ring to wolf whistle, wanting to see it in action.