Suchaktionen von EroFights

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.

You dart forward and lash out with a quick one, two. She is sent reeling in surprise and takes a fall. Now all you have to do is wait for her to be counted out.

She's dangling off the ropes now with nothing left to give. This match is a foregone conclusion! A few body blows to put her on the mat and it's off to the count to make your domination official.

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.

One jab, one little tap and it's obvious: she is done. You have all the time in the world to toy with her, dinking her with tiny shots and laughing at how she is unable to even defend herself. One too many and she goes down.

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.

With her this exhausted, you don't need to do anything fancy: just one almighty shot to the stomach to take the wind out of her. She's going to have to catch her breath before she can even think about trying to beat that ten-count.

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.

A single thunderous shot to the body is all it takes to send her down. Can she catch her breath before the count of 10?

It's a straight-up battle of attrition as the match breaks down into a shootout between you. She gives as good as she gets but you overpower her in the end and send her to the mat.

She's limp and helpless as you lift her chin slowly, bringing back your fist to make sure she has plenty of time to see her fate. That look in her eyes as she pleads with you not to do it: it's delicious. As is denying her the mercy she's begging for as you let the executioner's axe (your glove) fall.

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.