Futa Fighter

By Amanda Strom

Lucy wanted to learn martial arts but got brutally pounded instead by a futa MMA fighter.

This is a 4.5k word standalone erotica story. For adult eyes only. All characters are over eighteen, no characters are related by blood and everybody signs a consent form before participating in super-steamy and depraved sexual acts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amanda Strom
• Release date: Aug 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215126585

Amanda Strom

Amanda is into pretty vanilla stuff: futa-on-futa breeding, futa-on-female impregnation, futa-on-everything-that-moves depravity and many other perfectly normal things. If you are excited about everything vanilla and normal, Amanda's books are for you!FUTA | BREEDING | FUTA | IMPREGNATION | FUTA | DOMINATION | [e-mail]

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Futa Fighter

Beating Her Meat

Amanda Strom

Copyright © 2023 Amanda Strom

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Sparring

Fucking

Sparring

Lucy hesitated before pushing open the heavy door of the gritty fighting gym, her sports bag slung over one shoulder. As she stepped inside into the dimly lit space, her nostrils were assaulted by the sharp scent of sweat and testosterone.

Her gaze drifted over the sweaty, muscular bodies, a flush of arousal and discomfort washing over her. She clutched her sports bag tighter, acutely aware she was the only woman in the sea of masculinity.

Though Lucy felt uncomfortable amongst such raw aggression, a part of her couldn't help but feel excited by the powerful energy that filled the room. As she scanned the space, looking for someone who might be a trainer, she found it difficult to distinguish one man from another – they all seemed to possess the same hard, chiseled features.

Hey there, a deep voice rumbled behind her, making her jump. Before she could get her bearings, a hulking brute of a man stalked over. His eyes raked up