Kafka "Stellaris Obscura" vs, Kara Bardford "Gunny" - Iron Woman Hentai

[LawHell]

The marine, intent on using her raw strength to bend the woman's body in the hold, found her plans disrupted by a sudden lash out. The first strike landed on her well-trained abs, absorbing the impact, but the second hit targeted her face. The force of the blow caused her head to snap back, and in the process, she involuntarily released the woman, who fell over her with a grunt.

Rolling over, the marine held her nose momentarily, feeling the effects of the powerful kick. The room offered a brief respite for Kafka, who had the opportunity to make her way over to the bars. Kara, still slightly dizzy from the impact of the naked sole to her face, started to rise slowly, shaking off the disorientation. The arena was charged with anticipation as the two competitors regrouped

[FreshBritishSalmon]

At this point, Kafka had to get Kara into a hold and make her embarrassed. She couldn't lose to her opponent like this, and time was starting to run dry. As her opponent rose to her feet once more, Kafka walked up to her opponent, offering a test of strength. But this was a ruse. If Kara was to accept, Kafka would slam her knee right into her abs and try to wind her.

If this worked, Kafka would then flip her opponent to the floor, rolling her onto her back, before taking a seat on her face and putting her right foot onto her pussy once again, something she knew Kara loved. This time though, she would go further, pushing her toes underneath her underwear and teasing her pearl.

"Like it down there?" She would coo, making sure her butt continues to smother her opponent out.

[LawHell]

Kara had risen to her feet, only to find Kafka baiting her into a test of strength. The marine was eager to accept the challenge, confident in her ability to overpower her opponent. Taking Kafka's hands firmly in her grasp, Kara locked eyes with her, determination evident in her gaze as she pushed down with brutal strength.

However, Kafka's plan worked flawlessly. Caught off guard by the sudden knee strike, Kara felt her abs strain under the force, causing her to stumble backwards and fall to the ring floor.

But the danger was far from over. Before Kara could react, Kafka swiftly repositioned herself, smothering Kara's face and cutting off her air supply. Panicked, Kara tried to resist, but soon felt Kafka's foot pressing against her waistband, threatening to invade her most intimate space. Desperate to defend herself, Kara attempted to close her legs, but the foot teasingly hovered just above her, tormenting her with its proximity.

Despite the perilous situation, Kara couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal coursing through her. If she were to lose to Kafka, this would certainly be the most unexpected and enjoyable way to do so. With determination, Kara attempted to grip Kafka's tights, aiming to pull her off, but she found herself struggling against Kafka's superior strength.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka was enjoying the struggles that Kara was giving. The poor lass was trying everything to stop the purplette from toying with her, defending herself and trying to push her legs away from her crotch, but Kafka's muscles were too strong. She powered through Kara's resistance and placed her foot back on her crotch once more.

She wiggled her butt more onto Kara's face, trying to make it impossible for Kara to get free of this two-pronged attack. Kafka knew that no plan was truly flawless, but of all the things to do, this was the best one. Now she just hoped that this would be enough to finish off Kara, once and for all.

[LawHell]

Kara breathed deeply, but her senses were overwhelmed by the scent of her opponent, Kafka, as the woman sat on her face, cutting off all air and causing her lungs to burn. Typically, Kara would find a way to escape such a situation, but she was too distracted, struggling to hold on as she felt Kafka's naked sole skillfully working on her crotch. Her own wetness acted as a lubricant, aiding her opponent's movements. Despite her efforts to resist, it seemed like the end for Kara at this rate as she struggled though deep down was enjoying every moment of this treatment as the fans roared watching the marine get destroyed.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

At this point, Kafka knew that Kara wasn't resisting, so she turned her attention to the crowd, Ampang them up for another big release once Kara's pussy couldn't take it anymore. Her sole slid almost effortlessly up and down Kara's folds, teasing and pleasing her. Before long, she swapped feet, and used her bog toe to tease Kara's pearl, knowing that another huge orgasm was about to come.

"Oh you sweet summer child, you are such a cutie. Why not release yourself and show the world how much of a slut to my toes you are?" Kafka teased as the crowd roared yet more, with the purplette grinning from ear to ear about being in a dominant position, though in the back of her mind, she wished that Kara had put up more of a fight.

[LawHell]

Kara couldn't believe the predicament she found herself in, sprawled out on the ring floor with a woman teasing her mercilessly with her feet. Despite her efforts to grab at the offending appendages, Kara trembled as she felt them pressing against her, leaving her breathless and flushed with arousal.

With each passing moment, Kara's struggles grew more desperate as she fought to dislodge the woman from her perch atop her face. The sensation of her air supply being gradually cut off only heightened her senses, sending waves of both panic and pleasure coursing through her body.

Moans of both frustration and ecstasy escaped Kara's lips as she writhed beneath her tormentor, her hands futilely attempting to pry the woman away. Yet, even in her distress, Kara couldn't deny the intoxicating allure of the situation, her arousal building with each passing moment.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Time was running down, and the vast majority of the audience was now confident who they thought was going to win, barring a behemoth reversal and counterattack. The purplette continued to both please and harass Kara, knowing full well that it was just a matter of time before either the timer ran out, or Kara flat out submitted and begged to be Kafka's pet.

Kafka did not relent one bit, if Kara wanted to get out of this predicament, she would have to force her way out. But going by her current expression, she wanted to be like this. The girl was trying to get free but her body was failing her, and all Kafka wanted to hear was the girl begging to be her foot slave.

[LawHell]

Kara remained trapped beneath Kafka, her panic escalating as she struggled fruitlessly to free herself. Her hands continued to claw at the woman on top of her, but her efforts proved futile. With each passing moment, her lungs burned for air, the pressure of Kafka's ass cutting off her oxygen supply.

Yet, Kara's troubles didn't end there. Kafka's foot continued to stimulate Kara's womanhood, drenching it in her juices, indicating her impending climax. Kara desperately tried to close her legs to impede Kafka's movements or at least slow them down, but the relentless pressure persisted.

Summoning her last reserves of strength and determination, Kara placed her hands on Kafka's rear. With one final burst of energy, she pushed with all her might, attempting to dislodge Kafka and break free to gasp for air. However, if her efforts proved futile, she knew she would succumb to Kafka's dominance, inevitably losing consciousness under the smothering weight.

As Kara's struggle intensified, so did the sensations coursing through her body. Despite her impending defeat, the mounting pleasure heightened by Kafka's foot only served to intensify her predicament.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka had to admire her opponents tenacity, as despite the domination that the purplette was showing, and the clear indication that the crowd just wanted to see Kara suffer more and more. Kara was trying desperately to dislodge the Stellaris Obscura, which made her grumble. But she was stalwart and pressed her butt harder into Kara's face, all but sealing her fate as her foot continued to assault Kara's drenched pussy. Time was nearly up now, and the match was clearly Kafka's, no matter how you put it.

"Darling, just tap out. A good fighter knows when she is defeated, and as much as I love toying with you, I dont want to injure you. I am not one of those people" Kafka said, hoping that Kara would see sense and tap out, and if she did, Kafka would stand up and pose to the crowd, before holding a hand down to Kara to help her up.