Vertigo (for Ducky)

[Crossedes]

It was evident, it was obvious. Kimberly had watched too many of his matches to fail to understand what came next, and it made her wonder if she had subconsciously urged the interview in this direction or if even in the moment she wanted it to happen or... Damn it, she didn't now what she would do with this footage if he ended up doing so, primarily because she didn't know how in the hell she would endure it without her body, uh, reacting. Or her wailing in glee, either one. Whatever the case, she knew El Rey's answer to a woman on her back typically amounted to "take a seat on her face," and she stared up with a pounding heart as he started to say it.

He didn't say it.

Kimberly's face fell, but she dragged it back up as quickly as she could. No, she was being ridiculous! She shouldn't want him to at all really, because what business did she have getting smushed beneath him and being anything at all resembling a happy camper about it? As he twisted her over, though, she almost didn't react short of a small groan as her breasts got flattened against the mats. Despite all her trying to convince herself to the contrary, the thought hit her that he would do that to almost any other woman he wrestled. What made her any different?

The interview, she supposed. It still made her a bit disappointed and cranky, but that idea whisked away the second she got just enough torque on her back for it to hurt. "Nnngh...", she complained, pressing the back of her hand against the small of her back. She supposed she couldn't complain too much... It was kind of fun to get bent here and there without the pain being agonizing or constant, and the cameras would eat it up. She knew people would enjoy the sight of her getting worked over, even lightly.

And gosh, the way he flipped her over and over... that had her going, too. Becoming more and more breathless, Kimberly had almost gone outright glassy-eyed once she ended up on her back again, quite enjoying the heat building from all the bending and touching and flipping and- oh. Oh this was a good one he was going for. Kimberly tensed up as she felt his far more burly legs wind around hers and his hands pin her wrists like two lovers about to go for a ride. That improved her mood, especially as he spread her legs wide again.

Rather than look like some starry-eyed college freshman, which she had once been, she tried to look dignified. And she tried even harder not to shift her hips up to meet with his. She should win an award for her discipline. Right... more... more interview. More baiting him? More baiting him. "Okay... very good... What... what do you do when she's maybe mouthy? Or insulting you? Clearly you're winning, but she just won't shut up with the insults!"

[ADarlingDucky]

It might have sounded dramatic to say, but it nearly pained El Rey not to follow his lustful desires and instead to focus on other forms of offense that he could take, trying to remain professional despite how physical the two of them had gotten, for the sake of the interview of course! That damned interview. So with a grip on her legs, he flipped her over and demonstrated a boston crab, squatting down and stretching her back out in likely very painful fashion, letting her moan slightly in discomfort as she was put in the hold! And once he was done there he'd flip her back over, and this time lay back atop her as if to simulate the same position as before, now moving to something different as his limbs intertwined with hers, gently pulling them out in different directions!

The close physical contact, her curves up against his muscled body... it was all so alluring, so enticing that El Rey nearly got lost in the sensation as he gently stretched her out... wait, pay attention! Interview was still going! He looked up and attempted not to stare into her eyes as she began speaking once again, this time asking him about what he'd do with a mouthy opponent! ...What? A mouthy opponent? It was far from something that most wrestlers worried about, having someone talk smack to them, and answers to that might have varied highly from wrestler to wrestler!

"Well... if she's being mouthy..." There was such an obvious answer here. El Rey would have sat on the face of a female opponent who wasn't mouthing off, but one that was? It would have been a no brainer! And... Kimberly would know that, wouldn't she? I mean, she was aware enough of El Rey's wrestling style to bring up his match with Ember, a prime example above all others that he was keen to smother! Was... was she egging it on? A very slight tingle of suspicion in his mind, El Rey would eventually come to his decision, and it was one that he'd been unable to resist for a while coming! And that was interview or no interview, he was too damn tempted to resist anymore!

"You know, I'm glad you asked really. Because there's a part of my arsenal that I haven't gotten to demonstrate yet!" He said, smirking down at Kimberly before he suddenly would release her legs and arms, sitting up afterwards and posturing up above Kimberly! Already, he felt a rush, and he'd slowly shift up the length of her body, moving forwards and gliding up the length of her curvy frame until eventually, his round rear end would pass over her hefty breasts, stopping for just a moment to take a gentle seat on them, seated upon her chest as he gazed down his torso at her waiting face...

"You may or may not know, but I'm known for my smothers... Perhaps you'd like a taste?" It was blatantly sexual, his words, but at this point he was less focused on the camera and more on her pretty features, waiting for him. And so after posing his question, he'd suddenly slide forwards and sit down, his crotch coming down right on Kimberly's gorgeous face as he moved into a facesit on the interviewer! El Rey had to stop a satisfied groan from escaping his lips, as he buried Kimberly in his crotch, his thick thighs on either side of her head, with her forehead the only thing able to be seen! It was raw, sexual, and unbelievably satisfying, as El Rey put his weight down her and showed off his smother, but there was one more thing to do!

"And if she's being really mouthy..." He said, before reaching down and slipping his hands around Kimberly, grabbing the back of her head! He got a firm grip, before he'd suddenly pull upwards, forcing her face up and into his crotch even harder, giving no room and imposing the most thorough smother possible on her! In a position like this, there was no hiding anything, and his thick cock rubbed firmly against her face, the busty brunette likely able to feel every bit of his manhood against her! And so there he would hold her, and just because he knew she couldn't answer him...

"So, any questions about this one Miss Kulp?"