Spar- Amy Poford vs Leo Fandero (complete)

Amy laughed and continued to punch. Cute. So he's modest now? Or is it embarrassment?

"Uck!" Amy's laughter stopped short as Leo squeezed. Amy groaned as the hug reminding Amy of the pain of all the other attacks Leo mounted on her midsection. He pushed her back off the ropes and toward the center of the ring. The punches continued in earnest now, aimed at the same spot she'd been hitting to try and get Leo to lose his grip with that arm, but the punches'd soon lose their power as the hug wears on.

Leo's shoulder was really starting to throb up in pain and it was effecting his hold as he couldn't hold her as tightly with that arm.. However he did notice her jabs were starting to lose there power.

Panting now quite heavily in against her neck he tried to hold on longer, draining her cute little body although he was unable to ramp up the pressure even more then it was currently thanks to her work on his shoulder. A couple of droplets of sweat started to trickle from his body onto hers

The pain from the hug slowed Amy's punches until they more like taps than true strikes. Amy was panting from her exertion as well, and it was impossible to tell which sweat droplets came from which fighter.

Leo was really aroused by now and in the close hug he couldn't help but press his erection against her through his trousers. Stands of her hair stuck onto his face with the dampness of sweat and he couldn't stop his lips from gently touching the side of her neck as he pant.

Breathing in the scent of her body fragrance deeply, Leo would start to lean forwards with her as her punches died down... Waiting until they had almost all stopped before trying to lower her onto the mat

Amy stopped punching, as they obviously were having no effect on her opponent. Then Leo kissed her neck softly, making Amy gasp. She hugged Leo back loosely, panting hard and waiting impatiently for Leo's next move, unable to do much else.

After placing Amy down on her back, he will straight himself up and take in a couple of gulps of air while moving around to her side.

Turning to face the other way, he will crouch down to steady himself and then try to jump into a back flip... intending to come down with his body over her bust in his Lionheart finishing move

Leo put Amy on the ground and Amy felt the pressure from the hug evaporate as Leo tried to get up.

But Amy didn't let go. Leo would find her still clinging tightly to his neck as he tried to straighten up. And, with the bear hug gone, she had the room to continue her strikes. To celebrate, she'd start with a knee to Leo's stomach.

The "celebratory" knee to the gut may have been a little premature... Although it did strike to Leo's surprise and make him exhale deeply against the side of Amy's face, because Amy was laying on the floor and Leo was no more further up then on his hands and knees, he'd have really no where else to go but down.

His body would drop sloppily down on top of of Amy body, once again sharing a hot and sweaty intimate position as Leo's hand reached down to grasp Amy's right thigh a little so that her knee bent upwards a little... He gasped faintly against the side of her cheek

Amy clearly hadn't thought through her attack, or perhaps she overestimated her opponent's condition. In any case, Leo fell forward on top of her, and slammed Amy down to the mat, pressing her to the floor with his body and forcing Amy to release him from her hold. His breath danced across her cheek, and it seemed that even in their mutual exhaustion they had no intention of holding back their caresses. Leo couldn't help but run his fingers across her bare thighs while Amy made a halfhearted attempt at getting Leo off of her by pushing against his pecs.

His lip again ended up almost giving Amy gentle repetitively pecks and kiss on the cheek like he had been doing on her neck before as he lay on top of her.

He let out a groan from the pain in his stomach but really he had just needed to catch his breath for a moment. With his free hand he gently stroke one of her wrists as she pressed against his chest and then went to lift it up above her head.. He'll try to slip their fingers together, interlocking them and then pin it down,

His lips almost nibbled against her cheek bone seductively, his bulge pressing right against her crotch through their clothing in the way he lay on top of her... She'd feel his fingers teasingly caress the under side of her thigh and then gently hook that leg up beside him, the leg on the opposite side to the arm that he would be trying to get pinned