Hannah Edwards, Ivan Ramirez, And Tyr in Boxing Breeze

[Dwrites]

Both Ivan and Hannah walked to the center of the ring ready for the “fight” to commence but Hannah had a secret objective she had to complete before letting Ivan punch her into tomorrow…secretly get him to swallow the birth control pill under her tongue. Hannah’s brain worked overtime thinking on how she would accomplish that “I defiantly can’t outmuscle or blitz him with speed so what to do?” Before a lightbulb dinged in Hannah’s mind “guess I just need to surprise him” As soon as Tyr gives to the clear to start boxing Hannah would charge forward and grapple Ivan before kissing him secretly putting the birth control pill in Ivan’s mouth and by shoving her tongue in his mouth down his throat.

[MR. Q]

Ivan settled into a fighter's stance, his muscles tensed and ready for action. His eyes flicked to Hannah, noting her determined expression and the slight curve of her lips - was that a smirk? Nah, couldn't be. This was a friendly spar, nothing more.

At Tyr's signal, Ivan launched himself forward, fists raised to protect his face as he charged at Hannah. But the older woman surprised him with a quick burst of speed, closing the distance before he could react properly. Hannah wrapped her arms around Ivan's neck, pulling him in close, her soft breasts pressing against his chest as she locked their mouths together in a searing kiss.

Ivan froze for a split second, caught off guard by the sudden intimate contact. Hannah's tongue invaded his mouth, swirling around his own as something small and round transferred from her mouth to his. It wasn't unpleasant, and Ivan found himself responding instinctively, his hands coming up to rest on Hannah's bare hips.

Ivan recovered quickly from the surprising kiss, a growl building in his throat as he registered Hannah's underhanded move. His arms shot out, snagging Hannah around the waist as he used his strength to trap her against him in a clinch. "Tsk tsk, tryna distract me, eh?" Ivan grunted, squeezing her tighter as he began raining down punches to her sides, aiming for the soft parts of her ribs.

[Dwrites]

As Ivan squeezed and punched her Hannah let out a “Ahhhh~” partially from the punches but mostly from relief of having successfully got Ivan to unknowingly take the birth control pill which eased her worry about a unplanned pregnancy. Hannah would let Ivan have his way with her as her arms fell from around his neck to her side and she rested her head on his should.

[MR. Q]

Ivan paused his punches as Hannah went limp against him, surprised by her sudden compliance. He looked down at her head resting on his shoulder, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What're ya playin' at, Hannah?" he asked gruffly, though he made no move to release her from the clinch.

Ivan decided to go with it, curious to see where Hannah was leading with this odd display. His arms tightened around her as he began walking her backwards, punching her sides rhythmically to punctuate each step.

See how would she fair getting cornered.

[Dwrites]

Hannah smiled at Ivan’s confusion glad to see he hadn’t caught on to her trickery. As Ivan lead her to the corner while continuing to hammer her rids she let out pleased “Ohhh~” and “Ahhhh~”s. When Hannah’s back hit the turnbuckle she would put her hands behind the ropes stand proud and look in Ivan’s eyes as she told him “well I’m your punching bag and last time I checked they didn’t fight back so come on do your worst~”

[MR. Q]

Ivan's brow furrowed at Hannah's odd behavior, but he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him at her submissive words. She wanted him to do his worst? Oh, he would.

Ivan reached out, grabbing one of Hannah's legs and hooking it through the ropes of the turnbuckle. He pulled sharply, spreading her legs wider as he did the same to the other side. Hannah ended up splayed out, back arched over the rope, breasts thrust forward and core completely exposed.
"How's this for doin' my worst?" Ivan smirked.

"Alright then. Let's see how much abuse that sexy body of yers can take."

Ivan stepped back, eyeing Hannah like a predator sizing up prey. Then, he launched forward, raining down punches on Hannah's exposed breasts and stomach. His meaty fists bounced off her skin, leaving pink welts in their wake as he made sure to spread out the impact.

[Dwrites]

Hannah let out moans of pleasure as Ivan’s fists connected with her breasts and stomach, her vagina began to get wet as a result of arousal. After about 30 seconds of non stop punches Ivan stopped to catch his breath and admire Hannah’s bruised midsection. Hannah, while panting like a dog with her tongue out, would move her head forward as much as it would go with her arms behind the ropes and legs still hooked and with lust dripping in her voice say “Don’t be shy about pounding my pretty face go on do your worst~”

[MR. Q]

A dark chuckle escaped Ivan's lips as he admired Hannah's roughed up torso, glistening with a sheen of sweat and the beginnings of dark bruises. The way she presented herself, offering up her face with such wanton abandon, sent a surge of possessiveness and desire through him.

"Mmm, ye want it rough and dirty, don'tcha, pet?" Ivan growled, stepping forward to grip Hannah's jaw firmly. "Let's see how loud I can make ye scream then."

With that, he drew back his fist and aimed a devastating uppercut right at Hannah's exposed, vulnerable pussy. The massive fist connected square on, burying into her slit with brutal force, crushing her clit and sending waves of agonizing ecstasy crashing through her body.

[Dwrites]

Hannah let out a shrill “OHHHHHHH~” as Ivan’s fist rammed into her vagina, her eyes widening into plates and her mouth forming a perfect O shape. After a moment or two to register what had happened Hannah’s grin would return with a small blush as she began to grind her pussy against Ivan’s fist as she addressed Tyr in a aroused tone “How much time is left in the round dear Tyr~?”.

[MR. Q]

Tyr grinned wickedly at the lewd sight of Ivan abusing Hannah's body, the air heavy with moans and the slick sounds of skin hitting skin. Hannah's question made Tyr laugh.

"Time? What time? Ain't no rounds here, love. Ye said ye wanted to be our lil' punching bag, right? So take yer licks like a champ hehehe!"

Tyr slipped through the ropes behind Hannah, crouching down to wrap her arms around the older woman's waist. With a wicked grin, Tyr reached around to spread Hannah's lips open, fully exposing her soaked core to Ivan's hungry gaze. Tyr traced teasing circles around Hannah's swollen clit with her fingertip.

"C'mon Ivan, look at what ya done to her. Her lil' cunt is practically droolin' for something harder!" Tyr purred, her own core throbbing with arousal as she witnessed the debauchery.

Ivan's cock hardened as he watched Tyr play with Hannah's glistening pussy, Tyr's teasing words stoking the flames of his lust. He lined up his thick shaft with Hannah's entrance, rubbing the bulbous head up and down her slit, smearing her juices all over his length.

"Ye want this, Hannah? Want me ta shove my big dick deep in yer tight lil' hole?" Ivan growled, pressing just the tip inside to let her feel how big he was.

What? He's horny and Tyr's egging and teasing keeps adding fuel to the fire.