How To Tame a Dog: Naomi vs Ivan

[AshAllen]

Just as he finished unloading his seed into Naomi, the referee came up and immediately began slapping against Ivan’s shoulder. “Hey hey hey! That’s enough out of you!”

[MR. Q]

Even as the referee's sharp rebuke snaps him back to reality, Ivan makes no move to disengage from Naomi's spent form. Instead, he takes advantage of her vulnerability, slowly withdrawing his softening cock from her gaping hole with a deliberate, provocative slowness.

Once freed, Ivan reaches down and roughly tears away the remnants of Naomi's clothing, stripping her bare in the midst of her post-orgasmic haze. He takes a moment to admire the sight of her flushed, abused body, her pussy marred by the signs of his ruthless conquest.

He then fixed himself, backing off for now.

[AshAllen]

The ref checked on Naomi after pushing Ivan away for stripping her naked like that. He could hear her soft pants, which started to turn into a deep and low growls of anger. Even the ref could sense her vindictive thoughts as the former MMA fighter slowly pushed herself back to her feet. Taking a few steps back for his own safety as Naomi turned around to look at Ivan with a vicious death glare.

“You’re dead.” She growled and, fueled by anger and embarrassment with vengeance mixed in, she ran at him with her naked form shining in the lights. Her left hand seemingly looked like it was going for an uppercut to his chin. But that was the feint as her true target for her fist was his balls

[MR. Q]

Ivan's eyes widen in shock as Naomi's furious punch connects squarely with his groin, sending him doubling over in agony. His testicles compress violently, a burst of white-hot pain shooting up his spine as he staggers backwards, clutching at his battered crotch.

"Fuuuuck!" Ivan wheezes, his voice cracking as he gasps for air, his vision blurring around the edges. For a moment, he remains bent over, unable to process the sheer ferocity of Naomi's retaliation.

[AshAllen]

Naomi smirked as she felt his nuts be crushed against her bony fist. Hearing Ivan scream in agony gave her, and possibly other females, satisfaction from ballbusting him. But that wasn’t enough for her. “Payback time.” She growled before grabbing his hair and pulling his head up. Then the next moment was her use it the same hand that busted his nuts to start brutally assaulting his gut. Punching him right in the and repeatedly and tendering his six-pack

[MR. Q]

Ivan grits his teeth, a grimace contorting his features as Naomi unleashes a barrage of vicious gut punches, each blow landing with precision on his exposed midsection. He tries to defend himself, raising his arms to shield his stomach, but her relentless onslaught proves too much.

"Balls... Really..." Ivan manages to gasp out between clenched jaws, his voice ragged and strained. Yet despite the overwhelming agony radiating through his core, he refuses to surrender, enduring each brutal strike with a mix of stubborn determination and sheer grit.

"Is that the best... You can do..." He wheezed.

[AshAllen]

Naomi had to give it to him. He’s a tough bastard. She gave him one last punch, this time to his solar plexus to really get her point across before letting go of his hair. Watching him fall to his knees before taking a couple steps away. Once she was done, like a flash of lightning, turned on her wheel and bashed him in the head with a roundhouse kick!

[MR. Q]

The force of Naomi's roundhouse kick sends Ivan's world spinning, his vision blurring as he crumples to the ground, his cheek pressed against the cold, unforgiving mat. He lies there motionless, his chest heaving with labored breaths as he struggles to regain his senses.

"That... was... a mistake..." Ivan wheezed. He remained face down, breathing slowly to relax.

[AshAllen]

Naomi watched as Ivan went down. His tired threat didn’t seem to faze her and she just shrugged off his words. Instead Naomi wanted to play with this little dog and humiliate him in her own way before moving to what’s between his legs. So she walked over to him and grabbed his hair and arm, pulling his weakened body over to one of the corners and setting him up. Draping both his arms over the bottom rope and setting his back and head against the turnbuckle.

Naomi turned around, legs positioned on opposite sides of his legs and grabbing the top two ropes with her hands. She looked back and flashed Ivan a smirk. “Buzz buzz, you limp dick jackass.” She snarled before slamming her hips back hard. Slamming her butt into Ivan’s face while simultaneously slamming the back of his head against the turnbuckle. She continued this once, twice, thrice. Each time would leave Ivan dazed and with lack of air thanks to her ass smothering him each time. Cutting off his airflow with her butt cheeks.

Then suddenly with one final slam of her lethal hips, she rubbed her ass cheeks furiously all over Ivan’s face with a brutal stinkface! Or as she likes to call it… her STINGFACE!

[MR. Q]

Ivan's mind reeled as he struggled to process the torrential assault raining upon him. One moment he's lying helpless on the mat, the next his world is plunged into darkness and softness as Naomi's derriere descends to claim dominion over his features.

Each savage impact of her glutes sent shockwaves coursing through Ivan's skull, leaving him reeling and dizzy. His oxygen-starved lungs burned for relief, begging to draw in air that was deliberately withheld by her plush posterior.

As her final, merciless stingface struck, Ivan couldn't help but choke out a defiant laugh through the maelstrom of pain and humiliation, his voice tinged with manic amusement.

"Ha! Oh, you... think you can reduce me... to this...? Jokes on you, Bitch! I like this shit!" Ivan croaked, even as his body trembled from the onslaught of her assault, his face stained with her scent and essence.