The third round

Anne gets up and there is determination in her eyes. She goes for his face and has her opponent reeling backwards a few feet, before he manages to dodge her hooks and counters with a blow to her lower belly.

CLOPPPPP.....OOOOOOOOOOMMMMPPPPPPPPPPFFFFF! She grunts, bends forward and her boobs make a formidable target:

Like two hanging punching bags they literally invite Shaun to smash them each and driving them with a wet smack against her ribs and belly. SMATT...SMATTTT....sweat flies and Anne grunts.
A fast right to her chin stuns her and she stumbles forwards into a clinch.

Shaun and her are dancing through the ring and he has trouble with her weight, but hooks her liver with acrisp punch that makes her wince.
"Damn...he takes her apart...." but my cock is hard as never although my wife suffers.
He punches her into the ropes and they bent a lot to support her weight. she has to grab them for support and the result is her being totally open to more boob shots:

Left---Right---Left---Right...SMATTTT...A wicked double shots sends both flying! Anne grimaces in agony, but just before the end of the round she manages to bring an overhand right to his temple.

CLOPPPPP! WHAM! Shaun goes down! He shakes his head and grins. "Not bad lady...not bad." No need to go for a count since the round is over.