She gets back in the fight.

I stumble back up with the help of the ropes, and turn to find her doing the same. Tired, I just want a break.

She does too. She's leaning her back in the corner, her hands gripping the ropes for support. As she throws her head back and exhales deeply, I watch her vivacious body undulate, full of youthful exuberance, but all grown woman. Each movement she makes triggers a myriad of sweat droplets to creep down, as if to outline her every tantalizing curve. My penis swells, rising up to attention, near the breaking point.

In response to the sight, her flushed breasts almost appear to swell. A clear, thick substance leaks out of her muff and drips to the mat.

With a surge of carnal hunger, we hurl ourselves at each other. Unable to wait to feel the other's body again, we lock up once again.