Narcisse Benard vs. Armando 'Army' Rodriguez - Violent Pornography

[BlackAkuma]

Army wasn’t going to lie and say he was the greatest lover of all time - at least, not inwardly. He wasn’t a hentai wrestler, had never done well in the division, and frankly, didn’t care much about it. It wasn’t his realm. He was happy with that.

But if he was going to do something, Army was going to do it well. He wasn’t a half-asser. So, as good as Narcisse clearly was, he wasn’t about to lie back and have her way, no matter how tempting it was.

So far, he was doing better at it than most would’ve expected out of him, even managing to get Narcisse on the ground and put her in a bad position - or a good one, depending on how you look at it. Whatever the case, her body and her mouth were saying radically different things.

Funny as it was to hear her protests, Army resisted the urge to taunt her and instead focused on the task at hand, as he tried to make her pop. He picked up the pace, harder and faster and deeper, as his tongue explored her folds. At the same, he reached up to rub her chest with her spare hand, massaging one of her breasts and kneading the flesh to give her as much stimulation as possible.

[Sigma Morgan]

Narcisse was a hentai wrestler first and foremost, all other things came second. Sex was her domain, her kingdom, hers to control, and when the ring was being used by her, it was her sanctum, and it was her duty as the saint of sex to give her opponents nothing short of mind destroying pleasure! Having a man's face between her legs was not how Narcisse wanted to look right now, unless she was seated on top working his impressive cock. But her she was, on her back, fighting against her body's desires while her mind slowly lost ground trying to resist!

Narcisse continued to moan as her hand grabbed ahold of the mans hair but instead of pulling his tongue away from her pussy she pressed his face harder against her pussy as a loud moan escaped her lips, thanks to Armando's rapidly intensifying tongue work as his hand grabbed and began to squeeze one of her breasts. Narcisse's hand went to his, but rested there, she couldn't find the mental fortitude to even pull it away as she approached her orgasm.

"Oh.... ah ah fuckkkk" Narcisse cried out as she orgasmed, her right leg curled, gently but firmly around the back of Armando's head to keep his face pressed against her pussy as her hips bucked, grinding and using his face to ride out her pleasureful release as she continued to moan and cry out until her body slacked a bit as her orgasm subsided.

[BlackAkuma]

Army had to give Narcisse credit where it was due - she was good. Too good. Even with this momentary switch, he was still doubtful of his chances when it came to putting her down and winning this match. That wouldn’t stop him from doing his best, of course.

For now, though, he was in the driver’s seat. He was in control. Narcisse was beneath him, he was driving her wild, and he was loving every second of it.

Aside from having a body to die for, Narcisse had an incredible set of lungs, making a hell of a lot of noise when she came unglued. This close, Army could feel the vibrations moving through her body, the buildup, all of the telltale signs, so he wasn’t surprised when she came like a firehouse, bucking and spurting right into his mouth. As the waves rolled through her, he slid up her body until they were chest to chest and face to face, looking down on her as sweat dripped across her cheeks.

”I’m guessing that’s a good review? Four stars?” He dipped down, whispering in her ear. ”You want another taste?”

[Sigma Morgan]

Narcisse was breathing heavily as her orgasm subsided... she was usually one to praise only her oral skills, but she couldn't deny Armando was quite talented in that field as well. Speaking of the stud, Narcisse groaned as he lay on top of her chest to chest, her breast pressed up against his toned chest before he whispered in her ear acting quite cocky. "Yeah" Narcisse whispered heavily in his ear before sucking on it wanting to get him hot and bothered as she slowly moved her legs, aiming to wrap around his body. "But I hope your dicks ready for the real fun" she would whisper as she stopped sucking on his ear before rolling over, hoping to change positions and force him beneath her.

Narcisse would then staddle him before reaching between her legs and grabbing his dick, raising her body just enough to line it up with her pussy before bringing her hips down on it, letting out a soft moan before planting her hands on his chest before moving her body up and down, riding his cock all with a small smirk on her face as she stared deeply into his eyes!

[BlackAkuma]

Was it weird that Army actually took some pride at Narcisse’s compliment? He didn’t think so. As near as he can tell, she was an actual, dedicated hentai wrestler - the sort who didn’t just do this every once in a while to get off on, but who specialized in it. Her giving out props on his prowess carried some real weight behind it, and he was more than happy to take that to the bank.

Narcisse seemed so pleased with his performance that she was of a mind to immediately return the favor. The next thing he knew, they were both flipping over, with her taking position on top of him. Without much warning or preamble, she took her place and slipped him in, forcing a surprised, electrified moan to escape from Army as she went to work, his back arching as the pleasure coursed through him.

”Oh, fuck!” He threw his head back and tensed up as she went to work, starting him off at a steady pace. ”Fuck, you don’t mess around, do you?” His hips began to buck up to meet hers, pressing as deep as he could go.

[Sigma Morgan]

Narcisse had to also admit, Armando was surprisingly submissive for a man with such muscles in a match like this, even moaning as she began to ride his rock hard cock! "That's it big boy... mmm" Narcisse's words were cut off by a moan as Armando's hips bucked up, thrusting his dick deeper inside of her. "You're going to submit to me" Narcisse murmured before using her hands to reach down and grab the back of Armando's head and pulling him up into a seated position to limit his thrusts.

From there, Narcisse would attempt to pull his face against her chest. "Cum for me" Narcisse ordered as she began to pick up the pace and roughness of her motions, bringing her hips down harder and faster, moaning as the pleasure increased for her as well as her pussy became increasingly wet, making her movements glide much easier!

[BlackAkuma]

Narcisse was good. Damned good. Army had to admit, it had been a good, long time since he’d had a fuck quite like this, and it was easy to see how a guy could carried away in the tempest she was brewing. They went at it with an animalistic fervor, as she brought his face into her chest and held it there, he could feel the dams bursting and the chains coming loose.

Narcisee would get exactly what she asked for - Army came, bursting out deep within her as he thrust away. His moaning roar echoed through her chest.

But he didn’t stop there. His arm wrapped around Narcisse’s waist as he spent himself, gripping her in a tight bearhug while he raised to a single. Crushing her midsection, slicing into her ribs with thick muscle to steal the air out of her lungs.

[Sigma Morgan]

Narcisse smiled even as some sweat ran down her face as he hips slammed down onto her opponent's, her pussy taking his dick like a sexual veteran until he came, blowing another load inside of her and moaned into her chest. The French blonde was on top of the world right now, ready to continue milking his cock until the man submitted to her, but before she could pull away to remove his cock from her pussy the man wrapped his arms around her body before squeezing, causing her to cry out in pain.

It was far from a good position to be in, aroused, trapped, all still with a cock buried inside of her. Planting one hand on Armando's shoulder, the other went to the top of the mans head, trying to push away, get loose, slip free, anything was better than the position she was currently in!

[BlackAkuma]

Army despite appearances, was never one of those types who liked to rate his sexual performance with women. He thought he was a good lover, and he’d never heard much evidence to the contrary, but honestly? That sort of thing didn’t occupy his headspace.

That being said, it did feel good to know that Narcisse - an experienced hentai wrestler - sounded like she would give him a good grade, if her reactions were anything to go by. That was an ego boost he would happily accept.

Shame he had to cut the party short, though, but he didn’t have a match to win. Narcisse was already starting to struggle, making it clear that she wanted out, so he would happily give her the freedom she craved. Just not in the way she likely wanted.

Army arched his back, lifted her up, and sent her flying overhead with a massive belly-to-belly suplex, sending her hurtling towards the far side of the ring. She was pretty light, too, so she was guaranteed to go far. He might beat his personal record.