Teruko possessed smooth, silk-black hair that stopped at her waist. Ross thought Teruko was posing her body-builder body in the ring just for him, moving so he could study her intensely developed thighs and 38DD chest, clothed in tight black trunks and a tank top. Teruko noticed Ross's desire for her even before they fought, as she saw it in many of the men she boxed. Ross's open face looked friendly to Teruko, a quality often crowded out by aggression and lust in her challengers.
The knock out punch, landed directly on Ross' chin, rolled his eyes up in their sockets. Teruko felt that rush, the sensual joy of sending a male to the canvas, totaly unconscious. Pleasure surged through Teruko and she recovered, slouching on a folding chair in her corner as Emma the Ref administered the 10 count to Teruko's victim.
Elbows resting where the middle ropes joined the turnbuckle, Teruko allowed the fog of rapture to slowly dissipate as she watched her opponent on the canvas. Knowing sexual desire drove these men to matches with her, Teruko felt a little guilt about sending them to the canvas knocked cold.
She knew almost immediately Ross was attracted to her, partially because she was a beautiful Japanese woman. Ross wasn't the first fetishist Teruko had ever encountered, but she still felt unhappy about punching him out so deliberately.
For the five minutes he was unconscious, Ross dreamed of sex with Teruko and few other women he was thinking of lately. Ross knew he was now deeply in love with Teruko. He felt a warm delight seep through his body as he slept.
After Emma declared "You're out!' to Ross, she and Teruko carried him to the recovery room.
When his eyes blinked open, Ross smiled at Teruko and said dreamily "I know you!"
Teruko, now alone with her victim, took his trunks off.
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