A battle to boil over (Celina "the Neo Phoenix" McCloud vs Ivan Ramirez)

[DarknessMaster]

Celina would scream as her opponent stomped on her pussy and rubbed, grabbing her head and attempting to squirm away from him with all of her strength, she hated this, she just wanted this to end up Ivan the persistent bastard refused to give up and this was what it lead to, absolute agony

[MR. Q]

Ivan chuckled as Celina writhed beneath him, her screams music to his ears. He applied more pressure, rubbing his boot mercilessly against her sensitive flesh.

"You should've quit when you were ahead, sweetheart," he sneered, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Now you're mine to play with."

He ground his heel into her crotch, feeling her body tremble and convulse in agony. Ivan reveled in her suffering, determined to break her spirit completely.

"Just give up, Celina," he coaxed, "It's over. You can't win this."

[DarknessMaster]

"you should've quit while I was ahead but I guess neither of us are happy!"

Celina yelled as she attempted to use one of her legs to kick Ivan away, her crotch felt like it was in the worst agony imaginable, but she knew she couldn't lose this, she had to win this, she had too many losses and she knew she looked like a damn jobber at this rate, which is why she felt she had to win this

[MR. Q]

Ivan snorted as Celina tried to kick him away, her leg flailing wildly in a futile attempt to escape his torment. He easily deflected her feeble attack, his grip on her legs making it easier for him to control her legs.

"Oh, I'm far from happy," he agreed, his voice laced with malice. "But you're the one who's about to suffer the consequences of your stubbornness."

With a cruel grin, Ivan shifted her position until she's now flat on her back. Immediately, he positioned on top of her back and wrenched one of her legs upwards, stretching the limb painfully.

"Yessss, that's it," he hissed, his fingers finding her exposed pussy. He roughly shoved her leotard aside, exposing her most intimate area to his touch.

Ivan's fingers probed and invaded, delving deep inside her to find her G-spot. He curled his digits, applying pressure to make her squirm and moan in discomfort.

"This is what you get as punishment from me," he said, "And it's not over yet."

[DarknessMaster]

Celina would shake her head as her opponent ended up flipping her and began to rub her slit, groaning as her arms weakly dragged against the mat in an attempt to get to the ropes and escape

[MR. Q]

Ivan's fingers pumped in and out of Celina's dripping wet pussy, his thumb relentlessly rubbing her clit.

"Damn, you're so tight, Celina." he purred, his voice dripping with lust. "But I'm not done with you yet."

With a cruel laugh, Ivan increased the pace of his thrusts, his fingers plunging deeper into her willing body. He curled them just right, seeking that sweet spot that would make her come undone.

"Don't fight it, sweetheart," he cooed, his fingers working her pussy like a seasoned pro. "Just let go and enjoy the ride."

[DarknessMaster]

Celina would groan as her arms scraped across the mat, she was desperate to escape, she couldn't take this humiliation, and all of the whistles from the crowd, it made it hard for her to think, she couldn't take this, she could only think of one course of action, she would hit the mat three times as hard as she could significantly she gave up, she knew that this fight was lost...she didn't want to fight a losing fight like this

[MR. Q]

Ivan's fingers slowed to a stop as he sensed Celina's surrender. He pulled his hand out of her spent pussy, smirking as he watched her collapse onto the mat, defeated.

"Well, well, look at that," he said, standing up and dusting off his hands. "Looks like the fire's gone out of our little fighter here."

The bell rang, signaling his victory but he wasn't done as of yet.

Ivan grinned wickedly as he positioned himself behind Celina's prone form. He grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up high and exposing her vulnerable entrance.

"You thought you could beat me, Celina?" he taunted, his voice low and husky with desire. "Looks like I'm the one who came out on top."

Without further warning, Ivan plunged his thick cock into her, stretching her walls to their limits. He gripped her hips tightly, pounding into her with ruthless abandon.

"That's it, take my cock like the loser you are," he growled, his thrusts growing harder and faster. "You're nothing but a fucktoy for me now."

Ivan's hands slid up Celina's body, tearing at her leotard to expose her breasts. He palmed them roughly, squeezing and pinching her nipples as he continued to pound into her from behind.

Leaning over, he wrapped an arm around her throat, applying a tight chokehold. Celina gagged and struggled, but Ivan's grip only tightened.

Ivan's Victory lap with Celina

[DarknessMaster]

Celina would moan with each thrust, taking her defeat...not the best considering her current situation, her body felt as if it were giving up on her and her mind was racing with all the things she could've done differently, Celina could feel saliva slowly going down her chin and tears rolling down her rosy cheeks, she couldn't even break this, the ref probably didn't care what happened to her after this point...she was Ivan's and she had to accept that

[MR. Q]

Ivan felt Celina's body go limp beneath him, her resistance crumbling under his relentless assault. He tightened his grip around her throat, cutting off her air supply as he rode her harder.

"Yes, that's it, surrender to me," he hissed in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You like this, don't you?"

Ivan's grip on Celina's throat remained firm as he pulled her into a seated position, impaling her deeper on his cock. Her legs were spread wide, trying to find some purchase against his relentless thrusts.l much to everyone's joy

"Look at you, taking it like a good little slut," he sneered.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say it, Celina. Tell me how much you love being fucked like this."

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