Felicia has her fun

“Aw, did somebody fucking lose?” the re-energized big-titted blonde taunted the resting form of her knocked-out boxing opponent. She was ecstatic, thrills running through her very veins.

She stepped over Taylor, standing with one foot either side of her sleeping head. Like this, Felicia’s prominent shelf of a power booty was obvious. With a cocky chortle, and a shiver of excitement, the perfectly-proportioned goddess squatted down low, planting the defeated boxer’s nose right between her firm, high-status asscheeks. Combined with her expensive, tight, ass-hugging pants, it was like she was literally rubbing her wealth and fortunate genetics in the little loser’s face.

The blonde threw her head back and laughed openly, starting to use her powerful squatting thighs and shift her ass from side to side, wiping her butt all over the sleepy outboxed face beneath it. There was nothing the helpless bower could do in return after that surprise two-punch combo. She’d backed the wealthy bimbo into a corner, literally, and hadn’t seen the explosion of fury coming until it was too late.

“Ooh, I’m going to ruin your chin if we keep this up~!” the blonde laughed. She came to a halt for a moment, resting her weight on her ass and pressing the plush roundness into Taylor’s static face, drinking the scene in. She sat upright and proudly jutted her impressive chest out, showing off more of her heaping, bulging breasts behind the corset.

Before long she was back to it, grinding her ass all OVER the boxer’s drowsy expression. She laughed out loud as she felt her opponent let out another deep moan, instantly silenced by her ass as the sound reverberated through it. She was over the moon with how things had played out, her full ass dragging the boxer's lips along with it as the whole gym watched in stunned silence.

“WHAT did you call yourself again? The KO Queen, wasn't it?” Felicia asked, staring down at the rolled-up eyes visible just above her pussy. “Well, The KO Queen is taking a little dirt nap.”

With a laugh, and a final circular hip wiggle, Felicia dismounted from Taylor’s sleepy face and slapped her cheek, trying to wake her back up. Eventually, the drowsy boxer came to, her unfocused eyes rolling back into place with a confused look on her face as Felicia kneeled beside her with her thick thighs pressed against her toned calves.

“Wakey wakey,” she said with a smirk, grabbing the boxer under the arms and helping her back to her feet. Head swimming, Taylor still didn’t know where she was or what had happened, and simply followed along with the upper class lady’s guidance. Like the peasant she was.

Wanting more of that feeling, and to teach the impudent brat another lesson about how to act around your superiors, Felicia lifted Taylor’s gloves up to a fighting pose before stepping back and doing the same herself bare-knuckle, letting the fight go on. But even as Taylor’s eyes started to become slightly less glazed and she vaguely recalled where she was, she was still clearly fucked and not nearly recovered yet - mostly from the ass-smothering that had gone on after the surprise punches knocked her mind loose. Her rattled brain still wasn’t fully stocked on oxygen.

The Knockout Queen was groggy, slow, and sloppy. She could barely keep her own hands up. Her eyes had lost their focus. Her steps were lumbering and aimless. So it was no wonder that Felicia easily destroyed her again.

The blonde bombshell knocked her silly with terrible-form weak punches no longer fuelled by fear and adrenaline, giggling all the while. The lack of power didn’t matter, the fact she still missed at times even though Taylor barely moved didn’t matter, the damage had already been done with those lucky surprise shots. Felicia had already won. She was easily ducking Taylor’s weak, painfully slow attempted strikes as she staggered forward with only the vaguest idea that she was in a fight - hardly a shadow of her usual form. An embarrassment.

“Too slow!” Felicia taunted with a beaming smile, evading yet another punch with the worst, slowest dodge that worked out anyway. “Here, I'll let you get one for free.” the overconfident broad was really feeling superior now, as she tapped the tip of her chin, smiling and sticking it forward to be struck. And struck it was.

There was barely even an impact as Taylor, the Knockout Queen’s punch connected with slow, weak movement. Felicia hardly felt it. Laughing, she reached forward and grabbed the back of her loopy opponent’s head, pulling the fucked semi-present know-it-all into her bust.

Taylor mumbled and squirmed uselessly as a laughing Felicia fell forward, dropping to the mat to lie on top of her with Taylor’s face lodged in her boobs. She struggled, but slowly ran out of air, and her movements weakened to nothing.

Grinning as she lay on top of her, Felicia peeled off from Taylor’s face, revealing the gasping, finished boxer barely still awake beneath. She smiled and reached forward to tap the tip of boxer's nose with a fingertip.

Felicia moved down Taylor’s body slinking like a cat, a very happy cat who has caught itself a mouse, until her face was level with Taylor’s. She leaned in to briefly give the nearly-knocked-out fighter’s face a loving nuzzle, followed by pulling back and landing a hammering punch that knocked her clean out one final time and bounced her head off the ring mat. The KO Queen was out like a light, slept again with nothing but a meek groan in response. She looked so peaceful resting there, having a nap beneath the perfect form of her blonde superior.

Felicia hopped up to her feet enthusiastically, brimming with new confidence. She looked down at Taylor for a second, hands on her hips with a smirk, before blowing a kiss as she departed from the ring with a swaying ass.

Everybody was staring in dumbfounded shock as she left through the gym doors, proudly sashaying her wide hips on her way out, leaving the KO Queen sleeping peacefully on her back in the centre of the ring, arms up by her head

“unhhhhh…” the **** Knockout Queen let a long, airy sigh from her parted lips as she lay there uselessly. Defeated. And all the cocks in the room got even harder.

No one had expected this. No one had wanted it. But quietly, secretly… everybody loved it. Most of all, the wealthy blonde bimbo who had somehow been able to secure a victory over the supposed KO Queen. She was going to be talking about this for years, and rubbing her clit to the memory of Taylor’s glazed, rolling eyes as she collapsed to the floor for even longer. The soft groans she’d let out into Felicia’s powerful asscheeks as she was smothered deeper… and that final mighty punch as she lay prone in the centre of the ring. Lights out, peasant!