You come at me, fast but balanced, in control. You leave no obvious opening, no weak spot to exploit. I just have to stand and meet you head on.
That means taking a vicious right to my bitten cheek and mouth. My head whips sideways, and instinctively I turn my hips too, just enough to take your snap kick on my thigh instead of full in my pussy like you intended.
I’m getting the worst of it now. Hurt. Bleeding. Your face is furious. It’s time to dig deep, and fight.
I slash my fists into your body, left, right, left. The last one is an upper cut into your breast. With your sports bra above it, holding it in place, my knuckles splash it bad.
One more, a wild swing into your face.