Bouncing Betty vs. Anja the Raven: Box!

With her punch connecting, Anja was really surprised that her hit had found it´s mar and the referee did not punish her for attempting this little stunt.

"Hehe, not so mouth right now, miss bouncy tits? Suits you right for...UHN!"
The rose red color on Anja*s face, all cheery and such stuff, went immediately into a pale white when the fist of Betty hit her second best part, causing her mouth to form a big O from the unexpected damage. She would sink down on her knees and put her gloves in front of her bottom. Sure, there was also a little bit of acting in it, so that the referee would surely count it as a low blow.

Betty backed off with the referee's urging, sneering down at Anja while she groveled. Immensely satisfying, but she knew it wasn't going to last. She'd cheated. Blatantly. Which meant, per the rules, Anja got one free hentai move, whatever-the-fuck that was supposed to mean. Still iffy on the concept, but there was no sense in fighting it. Might as well enjoy the ride.

"All right, blonde." She sighed and spread her arms, opened up her chest, gave Anja full access. "How're we doing this, exactly?"

"Pretty easy. You shut the fuck up and let me do what I want."
Anja grinned while getting up attempting to hop the pain away before roughly shoving Betty backwards in a neutral corner. There she would attempt to put the arms of the other girl over the rope before gripping at the wrists of Betty´s arms to keep her in place.

With a small kick against one of the feet of the other boxer, she would spread her legs before she would slowly shove her leg against the sex of Betty, rubbing up and down while leaning against the girl.

Betty did let Anja do what she wanted. But she hadn't heard a damn thing in the rules about her shutting up.

She slumped against the ropes and let out a long sigh as the thigh ran over her sex, trying hard not too shudder too much from the efforts. She wasn't going to admit it out loud, but there were worse things that could have happened, she supposed. She didn't care much for blondes on normal days, but Anja had a ripe body, firm and fit and snug in all the right places, and she clearly had some experience in this sort of thing. A disturbing amount of experience. Getting relaxed like this was the absolute last thing she wanted to happen in a boxing match, but if it was going to happen regardless, she might as well enjoy the ride.

She rolled her eyes as the crowd started to cheer, trying not to give her opponent the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. "This supposed to make me hot?" She said, scoffing with a harsh laugh. "Not even getting me wet."

"I guarantee you, this is gonna gnaw on you while we box. You are not the first girl I box in a foxy way, but probably the most arrogant one. Congratulations, especially from the perspective that I know a lot of wrestlers and boxers, who are mostly all full of themselves."
The smile on the face of Anja was full of self assurance while Betty tried to remain as calm as possible.
"Besides, I don´t want to make you wet here. I want to see your face bouncing from the mat, beside your boobs. Combine this with your hilarious sense of fashion, then you have the perfect storm brewing here."

Pfft, this girl was loopy. There was no way Betty was going to let a piece of ass distract her from winning a match, no matter how finely curved and smooth it looked. No matter how much her creamy thighs rubbed against her sex, or how her breath flowed out and tickled her skin. Even those luscious, tender breasts poking through her own, pancaking her pair and keeping her pinned in the turnbuckle. It was all futile. No effect. None. Nope.

Betty clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, but her body betrayed her when she opened her mouth and a moan slipped out. She shut it down tight, fast as she could, but the damage was already done. And getting worse.

"Interesting. Very interesting indeed. Not that unexpected, but still..."
From that distance, Anja could detect every little facial impression of Betty, and any other expression her body would give away, voluntarily or involuntarily. She would turn her head from left to right, like an animal that had detected something that had caught it´s interest and shone through its habit of predator feelings.

As her time to dominate Betty quickly came to an end, the Blonde could not resist an heel move, swinging deep for a hard punch into the gut with a grim smile of satisfaction on he lips.
"Your time to shine, pinky."

It was over. Finally. Betty was doing a good job of holding in her arousal, but she could tell that Anja had massive experience with this sort of attack. If she'd had unlimited time, Betty wouldn't have been able to hold out. The dam would have broken.

But it came to an end, and Betty started to move out of the corner with wobbly legs, hoping she could get her mind right enough to strike back and end this before her shiny pink trunks could get stained. It was a futile hope, though. Apparently, Anja wanted to keep playing dirty.

"Shit the fuck!" Betty fell to her knees and grabbed her groin, then shot a hard glare up at the blonde bitch. She was getting out-cheated in her own game. A sad and aggravating day, indeed.

She shot up and pulled Anja into a clinch, then spun around and tossed into her the corner. Pressing forward, she mashed their sweaty, bruised body's together and got right in her face. "My turn, huh?" Anja wanted it to go like this? Fine.

Anja watched with glee when her hit found its mark on the place she had intended it to happen. Of course she would have to pay for this, with Betty loosing no time, clinching her to spin her around into the corner.
"Uh! Nice move."
Anja replied with a grin after she was backed into the corner now and enjoying the feeling of Betty pressing against her, knowing how unnerving that probably was for Betty when she kept calm.
"Quite a long time since I had a boxing chick upon me. you could think it is the same as a wrestler. But it is not. Show me what you got..."

God, Betty wanted Anja to just shut the fuck up and take her beating. And she knew just the right way to get it done, too. Oh, she couldn't use hands with these gloves on, but she could put her mouth to good use.

She spat out the mouth guard, wrapped her arms around Anja's neck, and pulled her in for a smothering kiss, fully locking lips and and sending hot fumes down her throat. Her tongue worked its way into her mouth, slapping her around the sides while their hips started thrust. The sweat helped keep things slick and frictionless, forming a seal between them. Rough lovemaking. The only real way to do it.