Suchaktionen von EroFights

You relentlessly target her body, stomach and ribs with a fussilade of body shots.

Going for the knock out, you target her head, taking shot after shot as you try to get her down.

You back her into the corner and trap her in the ropes. She is so utterly spent that she can do nothing as you treat her belly like a punch bag.

Your skillful work has her too exhausted and dizzy to fight back. You treat her like a toy, enjoying the feeling of being in control as you ensure that she feels truly helpless.

By the time she flops onto the ropes, she is clearly spent. Still, she is on her feet so you have your fun and treat her to some uncontested punishment.

She slips and falls. The referee moves in to count her out, but you know she'll be on her feet before the 10 count. Instead, you get in there quickly and add a little insult to injury. The ref is furious, of course, and gives her as much time as she needs to stand. But it was worth it.

With her struggling, you aim for those delicious, tempting-looking targets on her chest, hitting them with your gloves whilst she struggles and fails to stop you.

She's dazed and confused so you put her exactly where you want her with a shot that has her staggering and collapsing onto the ropes.

You're on a roll! She can't seem to stop you so you press your attack, following up with a chain until she stumbles and falls. Let's see her try and get up after that one!

Why bother trying a fancy combo when all it takes is for one strong attack to connect? She tries to duck it, but it scores a glancing blow. That's all it takes for her to stumble and fall and to get the ref to start the slow count to ten.

It doesn't take any fancy footwork or misdirection to send her to the canvas: just a nice, simple, well-aimed swing.

She's giving it everything she's got, going all-out with a storm of blows trying to knock you down. But one swift, decisive counter attack and it's her who hits the deck, ready to be counted out.

Her guard is down and you see your chance. You strike out with a thunderous uppercut that sends her to the mat, hoping it is enough to finish the job.

She thinks she has you as she comes on the offense. But your thunderous counter soon ensures that she is the one dumped on the mat facing the ten count.

You aim at her soft stomach, punishing it with your body blows until she can't take it any more and goes down for the count.

She's getting desperate now, swinging wildly and hoping to hit a home run. She should just accept that you've got her beat. Evading her wild swing is child's play. Countering it and dumping her on the mat even more so.

She's just your toy as you pummel her defensless self. Until eventually she can't take any more and slithers down to the canvas for a merciful end to your punishment.

You pummel her soft, sensitive, exposed breasts, pummeling them until eventually she goes down, putting a stop to your fun. No matter. You only have to wait to the count of ten to be able to play with them again.

She is so utterly, fundamentally dizzy and exhausted that, when you duck her wild swing, it is all that is required to overbalance her and send her crashing down for a humiliating self-knock-down.

She's looking close to the edge of collapse and you ensure she reaches it with a series of full-on head shots that finish her off and send her down with her head spinning.