I’m a boxer, and a good one. Erika’s a brawler as well as a boxer. Here, she’s using her greater experience (and size) ruthlessly. After just a few seconds of trying to land some punches on each other, she steps in, grabbing me and pulling me close and she slams her knee into my ribs. I’m not prepared for that, and she pulls it off easily; the first knee lift blasts some air from my lungs amidst a gasp of pain.
Straining against her much greater strength, I need to get loose; if I don’t, there’s another knee to the ribs coming—and another. This is a friendly fight—but it’s still gonna hurt like crazy if I can’t get loose; we’re out to knock each other out.
I started this pic mainly to practice pics of grappling and clinches, and I like it. OUCH!
Erika belongs to thornethedrifter.deviantart.co… and is playing here with his permission.
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Straining against her much greater strength, I need to get loose; if I don’t, there’s another knee to the ribs coming—and another. This is a friendly fight—but it’s still gonna hurt like crazy if I can’t get loose; we’re out to knock each other out.
I started this pic mainly to practice pics of grappling and clinches, and I like it. OUCH!
Erika belongs to thornethedrifter.deviantart.co… and is playing here with his permission.
