Consuelo Montoya pictured Rob flat on the canvas even before Rob imagined her flat on her back on his bed. That was an accomplishment since the vision of Consuelo, naked and pleading with Rob to fuck her, snapped into his mind instantly.
Consuelo also thought about sex, but her first desire whenever she saw an attractive male was to punch him out in the ring. A few days earlier, Rob had been knocked out by Tina Davison after they had a fling. Regaining consciousness on the canvas alone, exposed cock still dripping cum, Rob was abruptly out of love with Tina. Now Consuelo's dark features and mighty ass got him fired up. She's definitely the one! Rob convinced himself.
The pair talked for awhile, the brunette suggesting a bout.
"You sure, sweetheart? I might do you some damage!"
Consuelo let out a short, pleased laugh. She saw her new partner's eyes probing her chest.
"Not in the ring you wouldn't! You'll be lucky you don't come around in the ICU, amante!" Consuelo fired back, wanting to slug Rob right there. But she held back. Let the desire build and the results will be incredible, she decided.
They kissed before Consuelo walked away. She whispered slowly in Rob's ear: "I'm going to fuck you up and then knock you out!"
and violently shoved him aside.
The fight was on a Friday evening at the Amazonia Boxing Club because that was what Consuelo wanted. She planned to beat Rob up, then put him to sleep and then fuck him all weekend. Leave him Monday morning with a black eye to remember me by, Consuelo thought as Rob entered the ring.
"Ven aqui!" she ordered with genuine affection. Rob understood perfectly: Spanish spoken by a woman stoked Rob massively. Grabbing Rob as he walked toward her, Consuelo planted a long kiss on his lips. "That's your beso buenas noches, amante!"
"Thanks!" Rob said, catching his breath and raising his fists.
Consuelo preceeded to work him over. Pushing by his paltry defenses, she concentrated on body blows. At intervals she'd ask Rob if he wanted to kiss her ass or suck on her tits, knowing full well the answer was "Yes!" When Rob tried to answer, a right or a left would punish his head.
By round three, Consuelo was moving up and down between his midsection and jaw and weak chin. It will happen, she reminded herself. Hang on!
It was harder for Rob to stand or keep his fists up. He could feel the knockout coming on the horizon and accepted it. Maybe he had another round before all that female strength was perfectly concentrated and Rob would experience a profound knockout.
"Okay mi amante, let us look you over!" Consuelo had let up on her beating and steadied Rob by his shoulders. His glassy eyes opened and closed and he made faint swipes with his fists at where he guessed Consuelo was standing. Rob knew Consuelo's ample hips and thighs would be the perfect place for his face to land when she finished him off, an event his dizzy brain expected momentarily.
Consuelo stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest. Kissing her right boxing glove, she pulled her fist below her waist. "Pleasant dreams, Rob!"
BAM!!!
Rob jerked from the canvas a few inches, letting out an agonized "OOOOHH!" and smacked the canvas loudly.
Seeing her male opponent unconscious, Consuelo felt a hot tide rise from the base of her body and she began to shake and groan with pleasure. She dropped back against the ropes, holding tight as the orgasm blasted through her. Exhausted, Consuelo sank to the canvass, sated and smiling at Rob.
When he woke, Rob was still on the canvas. Consuelo was straddling him, sitting on his legs.
"No, Rob, not yet!"
Consuelo took of her top and Rob felt groggy pleasure at her big tits.
She grabbed Rob by the back of his head and yanked him upward, burying his face in her cleavage.
"Vaya al sueneo!" Rob heard as the smooth flesh of Consuelo's tits sealed his nose and mouth shut. "Dormir como un bendito...un bendito!"
Sleep seeped back into Rob's body and he gave up trying to breath. Slowly his arms went limp and warm blackness swallowed him whole.
They spent the weekend fucking in Rob's apartment. When Consuelo left Sunday night, she gave Rob a well deserved good bye kiss, followed by an equally loving left hook. He woke an hour later with a deep purple bruise under his right eye.
Consuelo also thought about sex, but her first desire whenever she saw an attractive male was to punch him out in the ring. A few days earlier, Rob had been knocked out by Tina Davison after they had a fling. Regaining consciousness on the canvas alone, exposed cock still dripping cum, Rob was abruptly out of love with Tina. Now Consuelo's dark features and mighty ass got him fired up. She's definitely the one! Rob convinced himself.
The pair talked for awhile, the brunette suggesting a bout.
"You sure, sweetheart? I might do you some damage!"
Consuelo let out a short, pleased laugh. She saw her new partner's eyes probing her chest.
"Not in the ring you wouldn't! You'll be lucky you don't come around in the ICU, amante!" Consuelo fired back, wanting to slug Rob right there. But she held back. Let the desire build and the results will be incredible, she decided.
They kissed before Consuelo walked away. She whispered slowly in Rob's ear: "I'm going to fuck you up and then knock you out!"
and violently shoved him aside.
The fight was on a Friday evening at the Amazonia Boxing Club because that was what Consuelo wanted. She planned to beat Rob up, then put him to sleep and then fuck him all weekend. Leave him Monday morning with a black eye to remember me by, Consuelo thought as Rob entered the ring.
"Ven aqui!" she ordered with genuine affection. Rob understood perfectly: Spanish spoken by a woman stoked Rob massively. Grabbing Rob as he walked toward her, Consuelo planted a long kiss on his lips. "That's your beso buenas noches, amante!"
"Thanks!" Rob said, catching his breath and raising his fists.
Consuelo preceeded to work him over. Pushing by his paltry defenses, she concentrated on body blows. At intervals she'd ask Rob if he wanted to kiss her ass or suck on her tits, knowing full well the answer was "Yes!" When Rob tried to answer, a right or a left would punish his head.
By round three, Consuelo was moving up and down between his midsection and jaw and weak chin. It will happen, she reminded herself. Hang on!
It was harder for Rob to stand or keep his fists up. He could feel the knockout coming on the horizon and accepted it. Maybe he had another round before all that female strength was perfectly concentrated and Rob would experience a profound knockout.
"Okay mi amante, let us look you over!" Consuelo had let up on her beating and steadied Rob by his shoulders. His glassy eyes opened and closed and he made faint swipes with his fists at where he guessed Consuelo was standing. Rob knew Consuelo's ample hips and thighs would be the perfect place for his face to land when she finished him off, an event his dizzy brain expected momentarily.
Consuelo stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest. Kissing her right boxing glove, she pulled her fist below her waist. "Pleasant dreams, Rob!"
BAM!!!
Rob jerked from the canvas a few inches, letting out an agonized "OOOOHH!" and smacked the canvas loudly.
Seeing her male opponent unconscious, Consuelo felt a hot tide rise from the base of her body and she began to shake and groan with pleasure. She dropped back against the ropes, holding tight as the orgasm blasted through her. Exhausted, Consuelo sank to the canvass, sated and smiling at Rob.
When he woke, Rob was still on the canvas. Consuelo was straddling him, sitting on his legs.
"No, Rob, not yet!"
Consuelo took of her top and Rob felt groggy pleasure at her big tits.
She grabbed Rob by the back of his head and yanked him upward, burying his face in her cleavage.
"Vaya al sueneo!" Rob heard as the smooth flesh of Consuelo's tits sealed his nose and mouth shut. "Dormir como un bendito...un bendito!"
Sleep seeped back into Rob's body and he gave up trying to breath. Slowly his arms went limp and warm blackness swallowed him whole.
They spent the weekend fucking in Rob's apartment. When Consuelo left Sunday night, she gave Rob a well deserved good bye kiss, followed by an equally loving left hook. He woke an hour later with a deep purple bruise under his right eye.
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