Baggage brawl

[KyraAgmento]

*The young blonde moaned again as her thigh got stretched and her back bend. She struggled under Ivan and then tried to reach for the ropes to break the hold. Her breasts were pushed into the canvas, as Ivan tortured her further.*

[MR. Q]

"So close, Kyra... Yet so far..."

Ivan gripped her arm tighter, denying her access to the ropes as she futilely tried to break free. Each desperate struggle of hers only seemed to tighten his hold, ensuring she remained trapped in the painful Boston crab.

"You're such a tease..." Ivan whispered huskily as he ground against her rear, letting her feel the evidence of his arousal through his jeans rubbing against her bottom. "Might need to punish you harder for that... Don't think you can escape me that easily, love."

With a low chuckle, Ivan shifted, slowly rolling the blonde onto her back as he released her from the crab. He straddled her torso, pinning her flat to the mat as he leaned down, whispering hot breath against her ear.

"Now... Let's have some real fun, shall we?" He whispered before he began to undo her costume.

[KyraAgmento]

*The young blonde gasped as her breasts were revealed by Ivan, her breasts wobbled slightly as he pulled her costume open and Kyra's cheeks reddened due to the humiliation. Kyra squirmed under Ivan wich caused her firm breasts to rub against his chest as she tried to slip out under him. *

[MR. Q]

Ivan smirked as he gazed down at Kyra's flushed face and bouncing tits, relishing in the sight of her discomfort. He could feel her nipples poking into his pecs with each of her futile struggles, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

"Mmm, seems like my little kitten likes being toyed with..." Ivan purred, trailing a finger down the valley between her breasts before cupping one of the pert mounds in his palm. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

With a swift tug, Ivan ripped the remaining scraps of Kyra's clothing from her body, leaving her completely nude and vulnerable beneath him. He admired her lithe form, taking in every curve and contour of her athletic physique.

"Well, well... Look at you now, Kyra. Just as beautiful as I remembered." Ivan breathed, his voice low and husky with desire. He leaned down, capturing one of her rosy nipples between his lips and suckling gently, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

[KyraAgmento]

*Kyra moaned as Ivan stripped her bare, his hands and tongue weakened her resolve and made her gasp and moan while her nipples stiffened. She knew that she would not be able to resist much longer to this, so she started hammer her hands on his shoulders to force him of her naked body.*

"This is no hentai"
*Th referee reminded Ivan*

[KyraAgmento]

*Kyra moaned as Ivan stripped her bare, his hands and tongue weakened her resolve and made her gasp and moan while her nipples stiffened. She knew that she would not be able to resist much longer to this, so she started hammer her hands on his shoulders to force him of her naked body.*

"This is no hentai"
*Th referee reminded Ivan*

[MR. Q]

Munching contentedly on Kyra's nipple, Ivan paused as the ref interrupted their intimate playtime. Glancing up with a smirk, he slowly lifted his head to regard the man standing over them.

"Oh yeah, sorry bout that..." Ivan said nonchalantly. "Guess we got a bit carried away."

Ivan released Kyra's abused breast with a pop, tracing a finger across her heaving chest. Lowering his gaze to her panting form, he gave a sly grin. "But I promise, darling, the Hentai part will definitely happen once the bell rings!"

Turning his attention back to his prize, Ivan backed away for now.

[KyraAgmento]

*Kyra's breasts heaved under her heavy breaths, she squirmed as Ivan rose from her naked body and let the spectators enjoy the sight of the naked blonde to the fullest as she recovered from Ivans teasing. The young german shook her head violently to get her hormones back under control. She then looked for Ivan and tried to sweep his legs before he could mount a new assault on the naked blonde.*

[MR. Q]

Catching air as his balance was upset by Kyra's swift move, Ivan went down hard onto the mat, landing on his side with a thud. "Oof!"

Rolling over onto his back, he grinned up at the victorious Kyra, who hovered over him like a vixen. Ivan's cock, already semi-hard from their previous interactions, twitched and strained against the confines of his underwear, begging to be set free.

"That's one, darling... How about we even the score a little?" Ivan asked with a cheeky wink before suddenly shooting a foot, kicking her own legs off balance.

[KyraAgmento]

*Kyra moaned as she landed on her back again, her naked body bounced slightly as she hit the canvas. Kyra blinked and then roled around even as her back still ached from the abuse earlier to slam her ellbow into Ivans belly.*