You swore you could handle me, now you’re standing there, legs spread, completely exposed as I close the distance. Every precise, devastating strike lands exactly where I want it, each one stealing your breath and breaking down that cocky confidence. The hits keep coming, our bodies glistening with sweat as the effort, pain, and heat build between us. There’s no dodging, no break, just relentless contact until you’re left doubled over in pain.
