I continue to squeeze and shake her. Her tits pop out of her barely-there bra. She moans. Something wet and slimy drips onto my feet. I already knew she got off on wrestling, but this pussy juice spill takes it to another level entirely.
"Ahh! Let me go..." she whimpers.
"Are you submitting already?" I ask.
"No!" she replies, smirking in spite of herself. "You've still got a long road ahead of you, mister."
I run her to the corner, ramming her back into the turnbuckle. She winces and doubles over, but is clearly smiling. I swiftly remove my all but transparent speedo, revealing my hungry, pulsating dick. I tease her with it, easing it into her mouth while she's still bending over. She licks it eagerly, and I ease her head down, then sneakily pull off her bra.
"Hey!" she exclaims, laughing, trying to pick it up off the mat.
But I'm too fast. I catch her in a front headlock before she can stand straight, then yank on her thong, giving her a wedgie. She squeals in pain and pleasure, just as I'd planned. I pull the panties down, and when she tries to push me away, I hook her leg and lift her up.
"You know what's coming next," I say wickedly, holding her upside-down with the headlock and keeping her balanced with a hand firmly on her clit.
"Ahhh! No--"
I interrupt her shriek by falling back into a suplex. She grunts with the impact. I keep hanging on once she's on her back, and start counting.
"One..."
"Oh no you don't!" she yells, breaking my grip. We both scramble to our feet.
"Ready to really let this match begin?" I taunt.
She cups her breasts, as if realizing for the first time that she was topless, then looks down at her lack of panties. She wipes away the gel-like fluid from her cunt with her fingers, then flings it down onto the mat with a splat.
"Oh, you are in for it now!" |