Jewell’s bodacious body is barely covered in daring bl*ck slingshot bikini and sporting bl*ck and gold boxing gloves to match, began her warm-up routine with the confidence of a seasoned champion. As she shadow-boxed, her skimpy attire seemed to have a mind of its own, providing an unintentional distraction that she playfully embraced. "These distractions will be the least of your worries in the ring," she taunted, her eyes gleaming with determination.

With each fluid movement, Jewell threw punches with precision, emphasizing her speed and agility. "Get ready for a beating," she warned, flexing her well-trained muscles. The trash talk flowed effortlessly as she continued to jab and weave, the insults flying along with her punches.

"I've trained my whole life for this day," she declared, her voice brimming with confidence. As the tension rose, she playfully suggested the temperature in the room would soon match the intensity of the match. "Ring that bell, ref! Are you ready?" she taunted, eyes fixed on her opponent.

The bell chimed, and the match began. Jewell danced around, landing bl*ws while effortlessly evading her opponent's attempts. Punches to the belly were accompanied by taunts and humiliations, creating a dynamic atmosphere within the ring.

As the bell rang again, Jewell returned to her corner, her breasts are seductively oiled up and totally exposed now, her sling sh*t bikini has worked its way between her p*ssy lips, showcasing her bulging camel toe! With a cheeky grin, she stretched, taunting her opponent. "Those punches to my tits will slide off, dummy” The bell signaled another round, and Jewell continued her dance, ducking and dodging while maintaining her verbal barrage.

The opponent landed a punch, prompting a swift retaliation from Jewell. "You'll pay for that," she warned, her breasts in their tempting proximity. The taunts persisted as she effortlessly dominated the match, culminating in a knockout.

With the opponent at her feet, Jewell reveled in her victory. Now fully nude, she playfully questioned the opponent's ability to concentrate. "Why don't you appreciate my powerful performance?" she teased. The bell rang once more, and Jewell seized the opportunity to further humiliate and taunt this pansy.

A final uppercut landed, knocking the opponent to the floor. Jewell seized the moment, instructing her fallen foe to appreciate her prowess. "Clean my dirty feet," she commanded, adding a touch of humiliation. As the failed opponent started face down eating the mat before being allowed to work his way up her body, Jewell maintained her dominance, culminating in a playful knockout with her ample assets. “And don’t forget to worship these undefeated muscles! Every last bulge!” Jewell rolls you on your belly like the cowardly, loser you are and places one sweaty foot in front of your face on the floor! “Get to work,” she bellows as she crushes your fingers with her other foot and you cry out like a s*ssy. “Now say I am a pathetic, loser. I will worship your muscles forever!” Jewell requires the humiliating mantra to be repeated in between your worship and gasping for air!

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