Bill "The Crusher" vs Spectre — Extended Pinfall

[Monsy]

The forearm wedged her still into the spot. She wrapped her arms around it, then tugged and tugged with claws.

"Out.." She started breathily, coming to again, "..Of plays? You big tiny loser. All that muscle. No finishing--"

The finger, especially when going over her gut, filled her with a swelter and pinch like another fist was incoming. "Where..." Her eyes tried to watch, but couldn't. Her legs shook when she touched them, parted the softness, then found her clean-shaven sanctuary. The camera zoomed in there. The little friction on her swelling labia got a sharp gasp. To her brain, there wasn't any doubt of her own control throughout this entire match than feeling the flood of feeling of what came next. "Gh..Hgn!" Her eyes gaped and her upper-lip pushed into her lower partner, then heat compounded inside her chess till it was taking her face along with it. Her stomach inflated with a harmonic release. She bit down on it and whimpered, then squeezed his hand with her thighs.

TOOBIGTOOBIGTOOBIG.

Then he slipped in. "Haaahhhh~" And it made her feel the same high when winning via squash match. A wave of sensation bubbled from head-to-toe, then stayed on like an alcohol's kiss, then increased the deeper he went till she felt drunk on his finger. Her walls stretched to accommodate him as he slipped inside, then hugged him close and needy. Both knees rose then her heels stomped the mat once. Arousal slobbered all over his digit, giving them a sheen. Throughout, he gave him one of the neediest whines looking into his eyes, a "Hnnnghhh~" as he gave her a full stroke. She knew she wanted to bite her tongue. But when facing his thrust into her pussy, even just a finger, her throat loosened to what was inevitable, feeling the sequel finger, "Haaahhhh!~" Drove the strength from her legs that opened them. Her thoughts changed her thoughts to utter mush.

Escape? Not one clue came to mind.

Every hitch reset her process, stuck on step one: don't cum.

The crowd saw the pool of drool leaking from her filled tight pussy. Clear sweat, pre-cum and glisten from her crack down to her mat, wiggling and vividly shuddering down her buttocks when his fingers plunged. The crowd egged Bill on any way they could. Anything to turn her audio back on. They couldn't decide which screams were better from her. She covered her mouth with two hands. Her eye squeezed and she looked to be doing everything she can to just keep herself together. Her maw now laid ajar, making a gasp that started to catch constantly. She sounded breathy to his every stroke. The blush? Reached her ears.

Her glare said she could take it. "T-T-T-That it?? You... Mmph...S-s-suck at this! Ahhh~!"

But just to keep her voice at bay, her throat tied in knots and started to be marked by rapid rises and sinks from her chest. Her legs kept trying to close on him, then falling open wide for camera view. "D-Dammit!" She stirred in her gasps, turning head side-to-side to wiggle her shoulders, reach for salvation and hide her voice. "Stupid brute!" Her sex started to sound sloppy and soaked as his rhythm ruined her. That little balloon inside her hips was telling her she was climbing towards the cliff... "T-This won't work!" When she hit her threshold of what she could bury, she suddenly sobbed to pad everyone's ears in her current feeling, loud and true. The crowd again approved with an even louder cheer! Even more encouragement! Whatever it meant, so long as they saw him destroy this evil brat's pussy.

"N-No! Y-You're not!" She shouted, searching for escape by turning her head in all directions, only to shake it in defiance against herself. She beat on his shoulder twice, then lowered her fist and clawed the met, making an animalistic growl to deny him progress, only to end up moaning heavenly such pitiful defiance that she arched her back, raised her hips trying to escape him, slammed her fists, closed her legs against him till were barely squeezing, then moaned to the ceiling with tears coming out the corner of her eyes. Sweeter, girly, louder. She grabbed her scalp and banged her heels on the mat in small rapid stomps. "I-I won't C-C-C-CUM~! N-Not to..."