...but she manages to slam an uppercut to his solar-plexus. (Patreon)

She throws it with everything she's got, her powerful thighs driving all her weight into it. The man cries out in pain as the woman's tan gloved missile almost lifts him off the canvas. Her fist goes deep under his ribs, sending an explosion of sweat over her, covering her already drenched body. The man's legs wobble as his upper-body travels up and then starts to come down...