How To Tame a Dog: Naomi vs Ivan

[AshAllen]

Naomi was in shock and she nearly loosened her grip because of her shock. Ivan somehow still had room to move despite her best efforts. He kept pounding into her. She felt their flesh slap against the other. Her groans were muffled as she planted her face in the small space between his back and her arm on his neck. Her hot groans and breath brushing against his skin.

Her loudest moan was heard clearly by him even by her attempts to muffle it. The reason for that one was because she felt his tip make its way into her womb. Being so deep. The reaction her body gave was obvious with the moan and she had cummed once again on his dick. Coating it in her juices and lubing it up like oil coating a pan.

[MR. Q]

Panting heavily, Ivan dragged Naomi down, pinning her to the canvas as his body crushed against hers, rendering any further struggle impossible.

"Breed... this... slut... Now!"

Ivan slammed his cock home once more, impaling himself to the hilt.

Ivan's body moved with single-minded purpose, pistoning into Naomi's depths with wild abandon as he pinned her beneath him. The slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the ring, punctuated by their labored breathing and Naomi's stifled moans.

Each savage thrust drove him deeper, seeking to claim her womb as his own. Ivan's hips hammered relentlessly, spurred on by the tight clasp of her cunt milking his shaft.

"Fucking... taking... it..." Ivan grunted, his words punctuated by the smack of skin on skin. "Gonna... fill... you... up..."

[AshAllen]

Naomi snarled against the skin of his back and neck. Grinding her face and gripping his hair with her free hand. Everything in her body fighting off Ivan’s thrusts. Moaning into his skin and even biting down and gripping his hair like her hand was a vice grip.

[MR. Q]

Despite Naomi's valiant resistance, Ivan's relentless rhythm continued unabated, his pelvis slapping against her thighs with each brutish drive forward.

"Grrr... so... tight..."

Ivan gritted his teeth, sweat dripped down his forehead onto the mat as his entire being centered on the pulsing need within him. Every fiber of his being screamed to unleash his seed deep inside the squirming, writhing woman below him.

Just a few more... strokes... But not yet...

[AshAllen]

She fought hard. She fought well. But sex fight still seemed to be out of her league a little bit, even with her past experiences and Ivan had her in this category. Though she knew she had him in other categories. But the constant pounding was simply too much for her lower body and her legs unwrapped themselves from his waist and slid off. Even her arm was starting to slip now

[MR. Q]

Sensing Naomi's weakening grip, Ivan redoubled his efforts, fucking her with a renewed ferocity that bordered on animalistic. His hips snapped forward with brutal precision, each stroke designed to claim her utterly as his.

"Nowhere to go, bitch..."

Ivan panted harshly, his fingers digging into the yielding flesh of her hips as he held her in place for his merciless onslaught. The sounds of their coupling grew louder, more primal – the slap of skin, Naomi's muffled cries, Ivan's guttural grunts.

"So... close..." he hissed, his cock throbbing within her. "Gonna... fill... you..."

[AshAllen]

“F-fuck… you…” she growled with one last bite as her arm around his neck finally detached itself. But she kept a firm grip on his hair, his locks crunched in her palm and inbetween her fingers. If he were to move his head, he’d feel his hair being pulled without her making the movements.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's hips surged forward, slamming into Naomi's quivering body with unrelenting force. Her ragged breaths and the sharp tug on his hair only spurred him on, his cock pulsing with each powerful thrust.

"Fucking... mine..."

As if to emphasize his claim, Ivan's sac drew up tight, signaling his impending release. With a fierce grunt, he buried himself to the hilt, his engorged length twitching as a torrent of hot semen flooded Naomi's convulsing cunt.

"Yes, take it, you filthy whore..." Ivan hissed, his hips jerking reflexively as wave after wave of cum painted her insides with his mark. "...Breeding you... like the slut you are..."

[AshAllen]

Naomi did my hear him as she felt herself be flooded with his raw cum. One last grunting groan before eyes fully rolled up from the orgasm. She passed out then and there with one last squeeze before doing so. Hoping that she at least took him down with her and he wasn’t the winner. The only sign of her moving was her body twitching from the massive orgasm Ivan unloaded into her

[MR. Q]

Ivan's vision blurred, his body going limp atop Naomi's as the overwhelming rush of his climax consumed him. His cock throbbed within her, still spurting jets of semen as he succumbed to exhaustion.

As the referee's voices filtered in, announcing the match a draw due to double knockout, Ivan's consciousness faded, his senses overwhelmed by the aftermath of their brutal encounter.

He collapsed onto Naomi, his weight pressing her into the mat as they both slipped into unconsciousness, entwined in a tangle of sweaty limbs and spent passion.

Results: Draw by Double KO