"Well," says Triple B, her pudgy hand slowly drifting back to your cock to tug it into life again, "first there is my good friend known to the world as M.I.L.F. As I recall, you've actually faced her before."
You have indeed. She nearly put you to sleep with those gigantic milk-filled breasts of hers. You'd only managed to win with a sudden roll-up after a distraction from one of the other wrestlers she was feuding with at the time. In light of that, you'd made the victory fuck extra special for her, eventually leaving her in a swoon of unmitigated ecstasy in a pool of her own juices and excess titty milk. You'd not seen her again after the match but would enjoy a chance to see her again.
"Who's the other?" you ask.
"Britannia," answers Triple B with a wink, "She will be leading us."
That is a surprise. Britannia at this time is a top contender in the main event spotlight. You've never faced her before but when it comes to female fighters she's among the best of the best.
These two are the real deal, and you're rather flattered to be counted among them. In truth, you're probably the newest member of this group to the EWL now. You're finding it hard to think about that because, Triple B has stroked you to a massive hardon which she guides between her enormous floppy tits. She winks at you.
"Give to me a good tit-fucking, oui?" she says, "Lots of frosting for my great sweet meats...and then we can see my friends."
Frankly, you're more than happy to fuck her huge soft knockers and once you've cum, she slurps it off of her tits and your cock. You offer to please her again but she politely refuses.
"I think my pussy has had all it can take for the moment," she says, "Besides, it's now time for business." |