"C'mon, man, I'm gonna die of boredom waiting for you to start!" Alma jibes. A lopsided grin graces her features, eyes glinting with mischief.
As she stands before me, toned body oriented in a fighting stance, I take the opportunity to pass my gaze over her frame. She's a gorgeous sight, a flawless blend of femininity and athleticism. Her tan body is clad in only a sports bra and shorts, and a sea of curly brown hair cascades over her shoulders, bouncing with each eager bob. Sinewy arms and gauze-wrapped hands flex in anticipation for our spar.
I can't help but chuckle at her eagerness. "Alright, alright, keep your shirt on," I say, shaking my head and smiling. Taking my own fighting stance, I wait for her charge. It doesn't take long for her to make it, leg kicking off the mat like a spring as she lunges toward me. We dodge and bob, weaving between each other in a dance of mutual physicality that sends adrenaline thrumming through both our veins.
We haven't even made contact yet — too busy teasing before we get to the meat of it — but I'm already starting to get hard, feeling myself grow stiff in my shorts from watching her movements. Alma, too, is beginning to get aroused; her nipples are stiff in her sports bra, pupils dilated and eyes bright with excitement. Licking her lips, she darts forward, landing a punch to my gut and making me grunt with pain.
"Finally," I tease, voice tinged with a mix of pain and arousal, "I thought we'd be waiting all day."
Alma smiles devilishly as she strikes out again, this time catching my jaw with a quick jab. It hurts, but not enough to stymie me. Instead, I grab hold of her wrist, pulling her closer. She tugs back, trying to pull free, but I use the momentum to toss her onto the mats. A breathy laugh bubbles from her lips, toned frame springing back up with ease to catch me hard in the shoulder with an uppercut. Then, she lands another shot just below my ribs, sending a burst of fire through my body. I groan, hot and heavy.
It's good — but she's not the only one playing our game. Getting pain is great, but so is giving it. The real fun here is in making sure we each get our fill of both. That means finding the right balance — and she's just given me the perfect opportunity to.
Lifting my right arm, I curl my fingers into a fist and drive it into Alma's nose. I'm fast enough that there's no warning given, or any change for her to dodge; just the satisfying crunch of broken cartilage. Alma reels back with a grunt, blood beginning to trail from her nose to stain her lips and teeth red.
The effect is electric. Her eyes fill with arousal, sensuous tongue passing over plump bloodstained lips to lick them clean. "Oh, fuck yeah," Alma moans, low and guttural. The crotch of her shorts is wet with her juices, trailing in lazy rivulets down her toned thighs.