Iron Beach Sex
Both teams have thirty minutes to get as many orgasms out of their opponent. Each orgasm gives the opposing team a point. Whoever has the most points by the end of the match wins.
Both teams have thirty minutes to get as many orgasms out of their opponent. Each orgasm gives the opposing team a point. Whoever has the most points by the end of the match wins.
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"You're wearing all that to the beach, Jake?"
Brittany was getting ready in one of the impromptu changing rooms in their new location, a recently cleaned changing room not too far away from the ring, placed on the outskirts of the beach. She wore her two piece for her LAW debut, excited to finally have a match in the big leagues.
"Yeah." was all Jake could afford to give Brittany back, his skintight bodysuit leaving little to the imagination, showing off his lithe, impressive body without fail. Most importantly, it showed off an erect bulge already beneath his belt, a common situation in such perverted match-types.
"C'mon, at least take that hat off." Brittany took the thing off his head, nearly making the lean, fit boy turn on her, though he merely sighed instead. "At least that way you won't cook up before we get to the ring, got some hotter girls to take care of when we get to fighting anyways."
The Silent Shadow
Brittany Schumacher
"Mmm, I might strip it myself if they don't." Brittany cupped Jake's bulge for a second, bringing a blush out from the taller boy before he shoved her away playfully, bringing out a chuckle from the two as they headed out. Met by a deluge of fans on the path to the ring, they waved at all of them as they headed in, the ring in question simply sitting not too far from the waves on the beach, no padding or other such measures beyond the barricades taken outside of the ring itself, leaving Brittany and Jake's boots on the coarse sand itself as they entered the ring.
