How To Tame a Dog: Naomi vs Ivan

[AshAllen]

Ivan’s were muffled by Naomi’s ample backside crashing her butt against his face again. The MMA Queen continued to thrust her hips backward, grinding into Ivan, crushing him against the turnbuckle. She stood back up and swayed her hips for the crowd, looking over her shoulder as she did so to admire her handiwork. Ivan’s head was slumped forward, his eyes half-open. “Buzz buzz, bitch,” Naomi taunted, before thrusting her hips back again - and again, and again.

Normally, a stinkface was used solely to embarrass one’s opponent. But Naomi’s powerful legs made the move a legitimate threat. Every time her rear crashed into her opponent’s head, stars swam in front of Ivan’s eyes. Blackness was creeping in around the edges of the this pervert’s vision, and it was getting hard for him to breathe. If he didn’t do something soon, this stinkface - or rather, Stingface - would knock him out. There would be no coming back from a humiliation like that.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's awareness flickered on the brink of consciousness, threatened by the merciless onslaught of Naomi's Stingface. Each brutal impact of her ass against his skull sent starbursts of light exploding across his vision, the world spinning wildly as his head bounced back and forth against the turnbuckle.

He knew he couldn't withstand much longer; the pressure building in his lungs was unbearable, the need for oxygen overriding his battered pride. Just as blackness threatened to engulf him, Ivan summoned every scrap of willpower remaining and delivered an uppercut.

Straight to her cunt.

[AshAllen]

Naomi’s body arraigned up almost immediately and she let out a high pitch squeal. Hands going between her legs while she stumbled away form the corner. Rubbing her crotch to soothe the pain as she refused to let Ivan hear her scream.

[MR. Q]

As Naomi recoiled, clutching her wounded sex, Ivan seized the opportunity to scramble to his feet, his movements still unsteady from the prolonged Stingface. He lunged forward, catching Naomi off guard and pinning her against the turnbuckles with his body.

"Looks like the tables have turned, princess," Ivan sneered, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered dark promises. "Now it's my turn to show you what real pain feels like."

He then began to pummel her abdomen with multiple knee strikes.

[AshAllen]

Naomi’s belly seemed to cave in. Her abs taking the brunt of all his strikes. She had a high pain tolerance, but even she knew she had limits. Physical attacks like licks and punches were nothing new to her but it still hurt. And damn that knee of his was hard and sharp so it definitely hurt. And soon enough after another strike or two, she coughed up some spit and almost doubled over if it wasn’t for Ivan standing in front of her.

She then got an idea to turn the odds back in her favor and put it in action immediately when his knee retracted to strike her abs again. When he did, Naomi brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. Using the turnbuckle for support against her back to keep her up, she wrapped her right arm around the nape of his neck. Squeezing his throat and locking him in one of her famous moves: the pincer lock!

[MR. Q]

Ivan's eyes widened in alarm as Naomi's limbs ensnared him, his attempted knee strike foiled by her swift counterattack. She locked him in a devastating pincer hold, her legs and arm constricting his neck and windpipe with ruthless efficiency.

"You... bitch..." Ivan choked out through gritted teeth, his fingers pried at her arms in a desperate bid to pry loose.

And that spark ignited his rage.
In a burst of adrenaline-fueled fury, Ivan drove forward, ramming Naomi's body against the turnbuckle until it buckled beneath their combined weight, his cock once again burying itself deep into her core as he began to pummel her insides.

[AshAllen]

Naomi laughed as she heard him growling his frustrations at her. Tempting her to sequence his neck and midsection harder with her limbs. But the next moment she knew was filled with pain as her back crashed against the turnbuckle. The impact making her squeeze him harder to try and get him to lose more air and choke him out.

That was gonna be her plan, but suddenly sky feeling his meat stick get shoved into her pussy made her think of a new plan. Biting her lip and letting out deep and angered groans as Ivan continued stabbing into her. She tightened her grip around him, trying to get him down and last as long as she could. Even if she was being rammed without remorse.

“Ngh…. Shut up… dickless…”

[MR. Q]

"Says the one getting kicked!"

Ivan turned to animalistic grunts as he continued to rut Naomi with wild abandon, her choking grip only fuelling his savage lust. Her walls clung to him greedily, as if trying to milk every last drop of seed from his tortured balls.

The MMA queen spat defiance at him, her bitter words lost to the primal noise of their collision. Ivan cared little for them; all he focused on was the scalding heat surrounding his cock and the exquisite pressure building in his loins.

"I'll fuck you... stupid..." Ivan groaned, sweat dripping down his brow as his pace quickened, driven to make her climax her.