I roll her onto her washboard abs, grab her other ankle, and drop, sitting on her back hard. She squeals in pain. I tuck her ankles under my arms and go for a Boston crab submission hold, leaning back to bend her.
"Oww!" she cries, "I'm not having fun anymore."
"What's the matter?" I taunt her, "Can't handle a real match in the ring? Give up?"
"No!" she shouts defiantly.
I let go of one leg and alternate between fingering and slapping her cunt. She refuses to tap out. I turn around, pull her open thighs around my waist, and push her thong aside. A creamy globule practically squirts out when I enter her. I grip her wrists, and tug hard in a modified porch swing hold.
"Give up!" I demand, wild with lust.
"No!" she shouts.
I pull back rythmically with each grinding thrust inside her. I pull harder, hearing her back crack like knuckles. She begs me to let her go, but refuses to give up. She's never submitted before, and she still doesn't give. I'm nearly about to blow my load. I'm going to have to finish her off another way. I struggle to my feet, still maintaining the hold.
I ask her if she'll submit, knowing the answer already. She shakes her tousled locks vigorously, but is silent. I leap, then drop. She hits the mat hard, defenseless breasts first, then her face bounces off the mat. I come with the impact, making her clit spray my cock juice when we land. I roll her onto her back, still penetrating her, and hook her leg for a pin, tired from the exertion.
"One... Two..."
She shoves me off, sending sweat and semen flying, then kicks me hard in the balls.
"You already came, fuckhead!" she shouts, glaring. "No point in trying to pin me now."
"Sorry..." I mumble, getting back up to my knees. "Really got into it for a min--"
She delivers an angry full-force punch to my jaw, sending me sprawling, my vision blurred.
"We are never doing this again, thanks for ruining it," she declares as she storms off, leaving me lying in agony.
I got too carried away, blew my chances for a rematch, and lost anyway. |