Saya vs Janet - Erotic boxing match!

Saya responded to Janet's move forward by giving a little ground, letting the brunette advance with that right foot. Saya would turn a little, too, to minimize the amount of ground she was giving up, spreading her legs a little wider as she stopped Janet from advancing any further. Now, the two of them were truly stalemated, as Janet could not budge Saya any further, and the two of them would press together even more tightly, breasts to breasts, all four orbs squashed down into a shape a little closer to pancakes than melons.

And that was not the only almost intimate connection between the two of them right now. They swapped sweat, not only on their breasts, but from cheek to cheek, too, as their faces rubbed together. It was enough to make Janet a little bit bothered. Luckily for her, it was not too bad right now, and she still had her bikini bottoms on, which hid any hint of arousal from her opponent, the referee, and the audience. She pressed tighter, harder against Saya, and, as the pink-haired girl moved her limbs around, Janet gained ground.

But Saya was sneaky, and would suddenly stop pushing, allowing Janet to stumble forward, right into a waiting pink glove. Janet's forehead would run up hard against Saya's, their hair tangling as that glove sank into Janet's stomach. "Uurggh!" Janet spat, folding over the glove a little, as it did not necessarily have the force of a full punch, but ground into her abs, nice and slow, causing an almost burning sensation.

"Damn it!"

Janet had knocked Saya down twice in a row, and really roughed the pink-haired girl up. She was now completely naked, and had been humiliated thoroughly and brought nearly to orgasm by the Lakota girl's skillful maneuvering. All Saya could do was essentially demonstrate her complete wimpiness, by clinching desperately with Janet, rubbing their sweaty chests together and pressing tightly against her, cheek to cheek. Janet tried to shove her back and break the clinch. Clearly, if Saya wanted to cuddle, she should be doing it some other time, not in the middle of an important match!

But then Saya let Janet run forward into her gloved fist, pressing it hard into her gut, like a punch in slow motion. The brunette gritted her teeth and seethed, trying to pull herself back after being figuratively impaled on that pink glove.

"You..." Janet growled, as she tried to pull away, only to be hit by a hard hook when she was least expecting it, causing her to let out a cry in shock. With her cheek smashed and reddened, she would spin around to the side, stumbling away, gloves up as she tried to regain her balance and protect herself!

Janet managed to get her legs underneath her, and straighten back up, putting her gloves up to defend herself against her suddenly emboldened foe. Saya had already been quite a nasty girl to deal with, even when she was losing, but now, if she had the advantage, she was going to be insufferable.

Saya came after her, throwing jabs which seemed destined to smack into the Lakota's sides or chest, but which turned out only to be feints. Janet jumped back once or twice, but, soon enough, she realized how close she was to the corner. She refused to let Saya trick her into it. She suddenly stomped both feet, hard, intending to fight—only for Saya to smash her in the stomach, repeatedly, with hard hooks! "Uuhk! Uuogh...you think I'd go down just from your weak punches, huh!?" Janet would yell.

And the Native American girl would fight back, as she would bring one arm a little lower, and then throw the other forward, trying to jab quickly at Saya's face to back her up!

Saya managed to dodge Janet's punch, and now the brunette was in a world of trouble. What was she supposed to do to stop Saya's counterpunch, one which was certainly going to smash into her face, send her whole head spinning, and maybe knock her down again?

Nothing—she couldn't do anything! Even before the blow landed, Janet was grimacing, annoyed that she had come so close to victory, so close to just dominating Saya for the rest of the evening's pugilistic festivities. But, now, the pink glove smashed into her cheek, flattening her face for an instant and eliciting a long wail from her as she spun again. She could already feel her cheek swelling up, and she was worried that she might end up with a fat lip.

But mostly, she felt dizzy. Lightheaded. Her head seemed to get misty as she lost her balance and tumbled down onto the canvas, hands and knees hitting hard and some spittle being jostled from between her lips upon impact. "Urrrrngh..."