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The Erotic Wrestling League | Grumblebutt | 8

 

You turn to Triple B, who is trembling from her previous orgasm...and something else. You know that previous losses (though they've been few for Triple B) have lead victory fucks which have been both violent and humiliating. Then again, you have a reputation. You never leave a woman unsatisfied. You approach smoothly and lean down to whisper in her ear. Nobody can hear what you say but Triple B...and few could understand because it's in fluent French, but whatever it is turns her knees to jelly and would have caused her to sink to the ground if she were standing up. You kiss her long and deep, your tongue swirling in her mouth. Small but able hands explore her humongous soft boobs, liberating them from the confines of Triple B's ring gear to allow your mouth to join the fun. Triple B squirms and groans in uncontrolled ecstasy as you grope and lick your way down her gigantic belly, bestowing affectionate admiration on the stomach that had squashed many into submission. Finally between Triple B's massive thighs (already spread wide in desperate want) you unveil your throbbing erection (not the biggest in the company, but still very large especially considering your small frame otherwise) and sink it between the swollen lips of her meaty pussy.

Triple B screams in sudden orgasm as you smoothy fill her to her limits and start to thrust steadily and solidly into her quivering cunt. Your hands are everywhere, groping, squeezing, twiddling, causing untold pleasures. The crowd bays their approval when they hear Triple B screaming for mercy...at least that's what it sounds like. She is, however, speaking in French. At each massive orgasm, she's screaming "Merci!" or thank you. To say she's overwhelmed with pleasure would be an understatement. This is the greatest she's ever had it, so she can think of nothing else to do but to thank you for giving her such delights.

Finally, you are about to come and say so. Triple B, on the edge of a final orgasm herself, locks her legs desperately around you, causing you to blast your load direct to her womb. You hold on tight and allow Triple B to shudder and thrash her way through her last orgasm. When she calms, you wink at her and give her one last slow kiss on the lips.

 

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