Ivan Ramirez VS Saya Matou

[MR. Q]

Ivan's lips curled into a sadistic grin as he listened to Saya's desperate cries, loving the way her tight pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock. He knew he was pushing her to her limits, using her body in ways she had never experienced before.

"Take it all," Ivan snarled, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts of his hips. "I'll get you pregnant in no time at all." He teases her.

Ivan's arms flexed as he lifted Saya higher, slamming her down onto his cock with brutal force. The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the arena, along with Saya's increasingly incoherent moans.

He could feel Saya growing weaker in his grip, her struggles fading as exhaustion and overstimulation took their toll. But Ivan wasn't done with her yet. He wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from her limp form.

With a final, devastating thrust, Ivan buried himself as deep inside Saya as physically possible and held her there, grinding his hips against hers.

With a low chuckle, Ivan pushed Saya forward, guiding her to the nearest turnbuckle. He pressed her against the ropes, bending her over so her chest was resting on the middle rope.

"Gonna fuck you in front of everyone now, one last round." Ivan smirks, grabbing Saya's hips in a bruising grip.

Ivan kicked Saya's legs apart, spreading her wide for the crowd's viewing pleasure. Then, with a sharp thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her soaked, twitching cunt once more.

He set a hard, fast pace, pounding into Saya from behind as he gripped the ropes above her head for leverage. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the arena, along with Saya's strangled cries of pleasure-pain.

Ivan made sure to angle his thrusts to hit Saya's g-spot with every pump of his hips, determined to wring another orgasm from her battered body. He wanted her to come undone in front of thousands of witnesses, cementing her status as another conquest of his.

[CaptainL]

It didn't matter if Saya thought she could endure it or not. Ivan had already made up his mind that he was going to get what he wanted out of her, and nothing she could say about it would save her. She was being pushed to the utmost limit of what she could endure, and every thought in her head had been subsumed by a vortex of pure ecstasy - she barely even knew what was happening. All she could focus on was the explosive feeling that shot through her body each time Ivan thrust harder and harder at her, until at last she threw back her head with another loud squeal that echoed through the arena, hitting another climax!

Once again, Saya slumped forward as slack set into her body. Her chest heaved as she gasped and panted for air, and saliva ran down her chin from the corner of her mouth. Everything around her was blurred and hazy. Time seemed like it had slowed to a crawl; she felt like she was swimming through molasses. But even then, Saya wouldn't have the chance to catch her breath or collect her thoughts. Ivan still wanted to go another round!

He tossed Saya over the ropes, and she felt herself sink down against them, letting out a gasp as they bowed under her weight. Her hefty breasts spilled over the edge, drawing a few cheers from the fans - and, as Ivan began to thrust into her from behind, her hips bucked and she bobbed up and down, with every thrust and jerk causing her breasts to bounce. The fans just cheered louder and louder, urging Ivan ever forward and encouraging him to cement his dominance! With his cock buried deep inside of Saya, every motion he made sent another surge of pleasure through the girl's body. She was almost too tired to move, yet the roils of motion that shot through her caused her to throw her head back with a loud wail. She was frothing at the mouth as she was worked up into a fervor. Ivan was pushing her to the brink, and she had no choice but to go along with it!

[MR. Q]

Ivan continued to relentlessly pound into Saya's abused pussy, using the ropes for leverage as he drilled into her with animalistic intensity. He loved watching her big tits bounce and sway with every powerful thrust, the sight driving him wild with lust.

"Try not to faint now!" Ivan growled, spurred on by the crowd's cheers.

Ivan's large hands roamed Saya's curves possessively, molesting and appreciating her body. He knew she had nothing left to give, that her will had been shattered beneath him. But still he persisted, fucking Saya through her tears and whimpers, determined to milk her of every last drop of pleasure.

The ropes creaked under the force of Ivan's thrusts, and the mat beneath them was soaked with sweat and other fluids. Ivan could feel his second orgasm building fast, drawn out by the exquisite tightness of Saya's pussy and the knowledge that he was dominating such a beautiful woman so completely.

With a groan, Ivan slammed Saya down onto his cock one last time and began to unload inside her. His thick shaft pulsed and jerked as it pumped out rope after rope of hot, sticky seed directly into Saya's battered womb.

"Fuuuuck!" Ivan groaned, eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy as he felt her walls clench and milk him for every drop. His hands grabbed Saya's tits roughly, using them as handholds as he thrust shallowly, stirring his cum inside her.

Ivan held Saya down as he emptied himself inside her, ensuring his potent sperm was planted as deep as possible. When he was finally spent, he pulled out with a wet plop, his cum leaking out of Saya's gaping hole and dribbling down her thighs.

Ivan admired his work - Saya's limp, violated form splayed out in the ropes, tits heaving with labored breaths, face twisted in a combination of agony and bliss. He knew she wouldn't walk straight for days after this.

He did a number on her.

[CaptainL]

At this point, it was only a matter of time. Ivan had already won the match. Saya wasn't even trying to fight back - the only question that remained in the minds of everyone watching was if she was even capable of making it until Ivan was satisfied, or if she'd collapse into a panting, quivering heap before then. And so far, it was looking like the second option was more likely. Saya had begun to grow numb from the waist down. Her body was heaving under the weight of exhaustion, and every breath she took was a slow and labored gasp. Her voice, ravaged from countless screams, was a dull groan. But even still, Ivan was thrusting away at her with wild abandon, bouncing against the ropes every time and causing her curves to jiggle up and down. And even if she had been pushed near to her limit, somehow, Saya still had enough stamina left in her to feel the pangs of sensation that coursed through her off of each of Ivan's thrusts!

Ivan was already worked up from the multiple orgasms he had been through - and Saya, too, was tingling all over from the inside, amplifying the sensation of every inch his length brushed against her hot, moist walls. It wouldn't be long before she felt another surge inside of her as Ivan hit his climax, sending a shock through her nerves. Saya again threw back her head with a scream, her breasts leaping in place from the whip-crack with which she jerked backward. Her whole body was awash in ecstasy, and she kicked and spasmed, her arms and legs flailing more out of an inability to control her own impulses than any conscious attempt to resist. But the moment Ivan pulled back from her, all the exhaustion set into Saya at once, and she collapsed against the ropes.

Saya's head and arms dangled over the edge of the ring, her whole body slack and her face flushed red. Her and Ivan's fluids still dripped from between her legs. Her shoulders rose and fell slowly, but that was the only indication she was even alive. And then, as her weight dragged her down, Saya slipped off the ropes entirely and fell to a heap on the floor below, still motionless. The arena had erupted in cheers at the display of dominance Ivan had put forward. But Saya wouldn't hear a moment of it, dazed as she was!

[MR. Q]

Ivan stood victorious over Saya's unconscious form, hands raised in triumph. The fans roared their approval, chanting his name.

Ivan grabbed Saya by the ankles and dragged her to the center of the ring, arranging her on her back with her legs spread. He wanted everyone to see the wreck he had made of his opponent - her limp body, leaking pussy, the proof of his dominance oozing out of her battered hole.

Ivan climbed onto the turnbuckle, striking a pose as the fans chanted louder. He looked down at Saya's prone form, a satisfied smirk on his face. Another easy win, another girl broken.

He hopped down from the turnbuckle, his body humming with satisfaction. His work here was done - Saya was claimed, conquered, thoroughly used. He couldn't wait to see the results of tonight's efforts.

Kaching!

With a wicked grin, Ivan hoisted Saya's limp form over his shoulder, her curvy body draping across his broad frame.

"Come on babe, let's continue this somewhere more...private."

Ivan carried Saya through the arena with no regard for modesty, her bare ass and pussy on full display. The fans cheered louder, excited to see their favorite wrestler claiming his prize so boldly.

He strode into the back rooms of the arena, making his way to the wrestlers' locker room. Inside was a large communal shower area.

You already what will happen.


Match End
Win By Smother KO: Ivan Ramirez