You throw hands

I responded with a haymaker with all I had to her face but it was like hitting a brick wall. It had no effect and Yang's head didn't move. She drove two hard shots into my torso then an uppercut to my face. I back pedaled with fading vision coughing up blood. Yang smashed my ribs again breaking them more I yelled in pain holding my side she delivered the coup de gras. An uppercut devastated my face lifting my weight off my feet sending my spit flying upwards. My weight came back down and I dropped like a sack of potatoes losing consciousness as I face planted on the mat.

I woke up to darkness and a weight across my shoulders with something wet dripping on my face. It smelled like fish and sweat making it hard to breath. I reached up to feel a torso directly over me then followed it down grasping at legs that split across my head and I realized it was Yang sitting across my face.

She reached back and slapped my throbbing erection to get my attention. "You owe me an orgasm...." She grabbed my hair and began to grind on my face. Orgasm? Then I realized what the wetness was. It's my own cum from earlier.