Candy Cane vs. Mistress Spencer - A Schoolgirl Crush

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained by pinfall, submission or KO after making your opponent orgasm.

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Oh god, this was happening. This was finally happening and Muriel couldn't believe it and she swore she was going to faint before she even made it to the ring.

She stood in the gorilla position in front of a conveniently placed mirror, giving her

one final look over, making sure everything fit and was snug in all the proper places. This wasn’t the first time she had worn this, but it was the first time she had done so in public, and more importantly, the first time she had done so in front of Ms. Welsh. Everything had to be perfect.

Even now, the whole scenario seemed surreal, and she half-believed she was dreaming. It wouldn’t be all that farfetched, either, as she’d had several dreams that went almost exactly like this over the years. For so long, she’d yearned for the opportunity to face Ms. Welsh, not just in a match, but this sort of match. The chance to express herself freely, to show the world who she could be at her wildest, most free. The chance to have Ms. Welsh all to herself, to touch her, to taste her, to…to…

Muriel - no, Mistress Spencer - moaned at the thought of it, earning a queer look from one of the passing crewmembers, as a shiver ran through her body. The anticipation alone was almost climactic, and the reality that was quickly approaching would only be better. She could hardly wait, and luckily for her, she wouldn’t have to for much longer.

Her

thrummed over the loudspeakers a few moments later, leaving the crowd perplexed as they tried to play the tune with a wrestler they knew. She could only imagine their shock as she strode out from behind the curtain, riding crop in hand, strutting down the ramp with her head held high, her high heels clicking along the cold metal as they all watched. Gasps. Murmurs. Perhaps a snicker here and there. She ignored it all, keeping her focus forward, her lonely eye locked on the ring.

Brimming as she was with anticipation, she strove not to stride too quickly to the ring, wanting to maintain an air of decorum and authority as she ascended the steps and slipped through the ropes. Still, try as she might, she couldn't hide the growing smile on her face as she made her way to the corner with swaying hips. She leaned against the pads and covered it with her crop, letting her tongue taste the leather while her music began to fade.

A little longer. Just a little longer, and…