A Rough Debut: The Black Cat (D) vs Ivan Ramirez

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Onyx was on a nice little win streak. Of course, this was her debut, but she most definitely didn't stop having her fun outside of LAW and it had been a damn long while since she'd taken some hard hits. So she supposed she was overdue.

This was more than some hard hits, though. Ivan's taunts barely register in her ear as her eyes roll around her skull, limp frame dragged across the ring painfully as her skin grinds against the canvas floor through the leather. Then at last, another groan of pain is released as her opponent wraps his hand up in her hair as if it was mere rope... and then time stops as her head hits the padded turnbuckle and she properly starts seeing stars.

[MR. Q]

Savoring his dominance over his battered foe, Ivan revels in Onyx's distress. With her limp and groggy from repeated assaults, the tables have well and truly turned against her.

"And how does that taste?" Ivan sneers, applying increased pressure on the tight grip in Onyx's tangled hair as her senses spin wildly from the concussive force.

With a cruel smirk, Ivan releases Onyx's hair, allowing her to slump against the turnbuckle. He takes a moment to admire the sight of her battered form, relishing the knowledge that he's broken her spirit.

Then, with a sinister gleam in his eye, Ivan reaches down and frees his thick, 7-inch cock from his trunks. He grabs Onyx's chin firmly, forcing her mouth open wide as he thrusts his rigid shaft between her lips.

"On your knees, kitty," Ivan growls, starting to facefuck Onyx brutally, choking her with his length.

[sexpistols]

In any scenario where she could see straight, breathe properly, and feel her spine, Onyx would probably be turned on by this. But you know what? She was probably turned on by it anyway.

The one redeeming factor about having a screw loose from sheer concussive force is you didn't process the beating that came after as badly... and so when the Black Cat's limp form slumps among the turnbuckle, white hair splayed all over her face, she barely notices Ivan freeing his thick cock and shoving her chin up to make her jaw drop.

However, she does notice the sudden lack of air as she takes a brutal, erotic facefuck, moaning and gagging on her opponent's length as the back of her skull smacks again and again against the corner turnbuckle from the force!

[sexpistols]

In any scenario where she could see straight, breathe properly, and feel her spine, Onyx would probably be turned on by this. But you know what? She was probably turned on by it anyway.

The one redeeming factor about having a screw loose from sheer concussive force is you didn't process the beating that came after as badly... and so when the Black Cat's limp form slumps among the turnbuckle, white hair splayed all over her face, she barely notices Ivan freeing his thick cock and shoving her chin up to make her jaw drop.

However, she does notice the sudden lack of air as she takes a brutal, erotic facefuck, moaning and gagging on her opponent's length as the back of her skull smacks again and again against the corner turnbuckle from the force!

[MR. Q]

Ivan grins wickedly as he pounds Onyx's face with his throbbing cock, reveling in the way her body responds despite her obvious discomfort. Her moans and gags only spur him on, driving him to fuck her mouth with increasing ferocity.

"That's it, kitten," Ivan groans, his hips snapping forward to bury his cock deep in her throat. "Take it all like the good little slut you are."

He grips her hair tighter, using it as leverage to control her movements as he continues to ravage her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin with each thrust. The sounds of her choked gasps and the wet slap of flesh against flesh fill the arena.