You cautiously approach the ring, eyes locked on Irene Silver as she stretches in her corner, oblivious to your presence. She's a vision—shadowboxing with fluid grace, her combos slicing the air, footwork flawless as she glides across the canvas prepping for her next fight. You linger, watching creepily, until she catches a fleeting glimpse of you. She brushes it off, refocusing, but as she shifts to the far corner, throwing crisp punches, your proximity becomes undeniable.

Finally, she confronts you—what the hell are you doing in her ring? You stammer that you want to spar, but Irene's not amused. She's about to deliver a lesson you'll never forget. Before you can blink, her jab smacks your face, gloves crashing in hard and fast with real, bone-rattling impact! She toys with you, knocking you around the ring, her taunts cutting deeper than her fists. Cornered, your belly takes a pounding—until she catches you staring at her tits. That earns you a flurry of headshots, snapping your gaze everywhere but where you want it.

A swift combo drops you flat on your *ss, Irene towering over you, flaunting her amazing physique. One wrong move, and she bashes your face again, teasing her *ss in your direction, daring you to kiss it. She starts the count, but as you stagger up, she pounces—jabs, crosses, and hooks rattle your skull. Her verbal teardown stings worse than the bl*ws, her sadistic grin flashing as right hands sm*sh your nose. “Soft loser,” she sneers, mocking your feeble defense.

Every time you h*t the mats, she's there, ready to pummel your face again, barking at you to get up. She distracts you with her massive chest, then unleashes precise, powerful punches that send you reeling. Down to your knees, then face-first at her boots, she makes you stand up for more. She's not done yet—relishing in her dominance, she demands you kiss her gloves, her *ss, and her boots. A br*tal uppercut flattens you again; you comply, pressing lips to both gloves. Then her *ss cheeks bury your face, followed by her gritty boxing boots grinding into your submission.

Crawl and kiss her boots, she commands, giving you a fleeting chance to escape her ring—unless she changes her mind for round two.

Feel every h*t in this merciless POV beatdown at the mighty hands of Irene Silver!

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