Hannah Edwards, Ivan Ramirez, And Tyr in Boxing Breeze

[Dwrites]

Hannah was slightly amused and aroused by Ivan’s rough fucking of Tyr but that didn’t mean she was’t a little disappointed that she was denied Tyr’s punishment. After she positioned herself right in front of tyr she would raise her fist and punch Ivan in the nose while speaking “Tsk Tsk Ivan you greedy boy, I guess Tyr and I will have to teach you some manners after this but in the meantime” Hannah grabbed Tyr’s hands and turned around before positioned tyr’s hands on her butt before resuming speaking “Tyr, would you be a doll and resume abusing my rear? I believe you had some plans for it?”

[MR. Q]

Tyr let out a harsh grunt as Ivan's cock hammered into her sensitive flesh, her vision blurring from the intensity. Hannah's sudden intervention caught her off guard, though Tyr welcomed the opportunity to regain control as Ivan pulls out.

With a satisfied smirk, Tyr nodded as Hannah positioned her hands on Tyr's rear end. "Ah, ye want me to finish what I started with ya, huh?"

Tyr squeezed Hannah's butt cheeks, digging her fingers into the firm flesh as she began spanking the older woman once more. Each slap echoed through the room.

"Mmm yeah, take it like a good girl," Tyr purred, increasing the force of her blows. "Maybe this'll teach Ivan here a lesson about sharing..."

As she spoke, Tyr reached around to pinch and tug at Hannah's nipples, adding another layer of torment to her punishment. A triple threat of spankings, nipple play, and verbal degradation.

And then Ivan came in to land a vicious spank at Hannah's rear.

[Dwrites]

Having been pushed to the edge by Tyr’s torment, Ivan’s sudden and unexpected slap against her rear caused Hannah to orgasm and let out a loud “OHHHHHH~” as she shivered from the pleasure. After a few moments of riding the high of the orgasm Hannah grabbed and squeezed both of Ivan’s butt checks as she looked him in the eye and spoke “naughty naughty Ivan~, still can’t let us girls have fun? What ever should we do with him Tyr?”. After a few moments of squezzing Ivan’s butt checks Hannah whispered out a “I know~” before placing both hands on Ivan’s cock as squeezing it as hard as she could.

[MR. Q]

Tyr's eyes gleamed with predatory satisfaction at Ivan's predicament. A wicked grin split across her face as she stepped forward, positioning herself right in front of him. "Well now," she rumbled, her voice dripping with barely contained hunger, "looks like someone's got themselves in quite the spot."

She dropped to her knees without hesitation, her calloused palms gripping his thighs firmly. The scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, making something primal stir within her. Her tongue darted out, tasting the bead of precum at his tip before wrapping her full lips around his shaft completely.

Mmmph~

The wet sound of her mouth working him echoed through the space as Tyr began with slow, deliberate strokes—taking him deeper each time until he hit the back of her throat. She sucked harder, creating a tight vacuum with her cheeks hollowed out, her teeth grazing just enough to send jolts of sensation coursing through him.


Ivan's breath caught sharply as Tyr's hot, slick mouth enveloped him entirely. His fingers immediately fisted in her thick blonde ponytail, using it as an anchor while his hips bucked involuntarily. "Nnnngh—fuck!" The curse slipped out, his accent thickening with the intensity of sensation flooding through him.

His grip tightened on her hair, not rough enough to hurt but firm enough to guide her movements. The wet schlurp sounds mixing with his own breathing created an obscene symphony that filled the boxing ring. His free hand braced against the canvas wall behind him, knuckles whitening from the pressure.

"A-ah... you're too..." His words dissolved into a low groan as she took him deeper, her technique flawless and practiced. The dual stimulation of her sucking and the gentle scrape of her teeth along his sensitive flesh made his legs tremble slightly, threatening to buckle beneath him.

After several moments of this blissful torture, Ivan finally remembered Hannah was even there, watching. His eyes flickered up to meet hers, heavy-lidded with desire. "And you—you just gonna stand there lookin', prinsesa (Princess)? Or you gonna actually do somethin'?" His voice came out raspier than intended, broken by the pleasure coursing through his body.