The training ground echoed with the rhythmic clash of fists and feet, the air thick with dust and the scent of sweat as you sparred with Korsica under the open sky, her red ponytail whipping wildly with each move. She’d been in heat all day, her body radiating an intense energy that only grew as she watched you dodge and strike, her massive breasts heaving beneath her white cropped tank top, the fabric clinging to her skin as beads of sweat trickled down her neck. Her teal shorts hugged her thick thighs and big, rounded ass, the yellow sash around her waist swaying with her aggressive lunges, her black combat boots kicking up dirt as she pressed the fight. You hugged and puffed, catching your breath after a particularly intense exchange, her blue eyes locking onto yours with a smoldering gaze as she smiled and bit her lower lip, the scar on her cheek catching the light as she stepped closer, her husky voice breaking the silence.

“What’s wrong? Can’t parry anymore of my attacks, love?” she teased, her tone dripping with playful challenge as she wiped sweat from her brow, her thick thighs flexing as she shifted her weight. “You’re holding up pretty well, but I can tell you’re struggling—my heat’s got me fired up today, and watching you move like that? It’s making it real hard to hold back. Come on, give me your best shot—I know you’ve got more in you, handsome!” She laughed, a throaty sound that sent a shiver down your spine, her massive breasts rising with each breath as she circled you, her big ass swaying with purpose, her hands flexing into fists as she fought to contain her arousal.

She lunged again, her movements swift yet deliberate, her blue eyes glinting with mischief as she added, “Don’t tell me you’re tiring out already—where’s that hero spirit I love so much? I’ve been dreaming of pinning you down all day, and I’m not letting this spar end without a little fun. What do you say, love—ready to take me on, or should I just sweep you off your feet right now?” She smirked, stepping back to give you space, her sweat-slicked skin glowing, her teasing words hanging in the air as she waited for your response, her heat-fueled energy making the moment electric.