Le garçon français et le perdant (Daniel Valentine vs. Holly Matheson)

[SweetHeart]

Hearing the bell signal his victory made the french boy smile, happy to have finally beaten someone after so many defeats, letting up on the hold after a few moments of wrenching. He would get up posing and smiling as the crowd cheered for him, glancing at the beaten Holly as she was given back her piece of trash that was called a title.

Daniel would slide out of the ring, grabbing a chair, sliding back in, seemingly to attack Holly, only to then set up the chair in the middle of the ring, smirking at the girl and standing next to it, offering her to sit down. "Vous avez peut-être perdu le match, mais je peux vous faire sentir comme un gagnant" He smirked offering her to sit down, clearly offering a dance for the loser. All the mattered now was if Holly would accept it.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly would continue to tap out, slapping Daniel’s arm in desperate submission until he finally released her to collapse on the mat. Once again defeated, once again humiliated. Holly rolled onto her belly, wrapping her arms around her head as she soaked in the feeling of overwhelming defeat that hit her every time she failed to drop this damned belt. Pushing herself up, she took the ‘title’ from the ref, tears in her eyes as she looked at it, still hers. Getting up on wobbly legs, Holly looked through tear-strained eyes just in time to see Daniel approaching with a steel chair!

“AH!” Holly shrieked, lifting her title to protect herself from an incoming attack. When that attack didn’t come, the confused and bleary-eyed British Bombshell lowered her belt. In her current state, still exhausted and beaten and emotionally devastated from her latest defeat, Holly looked around the arean in confusion. Daniel was offering her a chair … for what? To rest? Holly’s tired legs and sore back were not in shape yet to make her usual walk of shame back to the locker room. Exhausted, Holly plopped down on the chair, and let out a sigh.

[SweetHeart]

Daniel would smile, walking around the chair and rubbing her shoulders. He would motion for the entrance, leading to some rather seductive music to begin playing. Daniel would step over, straddling Holly's lap, giving her a rather long and seductive dance. The would last for a long while, Daniel grinding on the girl's crotch, rubbing her face, standing up to roll his hips near her face, doing the splits in front of her, and overall just giving Holly one hell of a reward for losing. Even at one point tipping the chair, leaving Holly on her back as he would stand over her, twirling and seductively dancing over her, giving the idea that he very much had beaten her.

Daniel would snicker after a good few minutes of humiliating dancing, ending the dance by going on his hands and knees, wiggling his hips with Holly's head between his legs, finishing it off with a front facesit. "Hope you enjoyed dear, looks like losing wasn't all that bad for you~" He laughed posing a top Holly, taking a break after the dance, with Holly having to deal with any form of sweat on his rear from his wiggling.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Ooooh,” Holly let out a semi-conscious moan as Daniel massaged her aching shoulders. The defeated and reigning Loser’s Champion looked around in confusion, but she wasn’t getting her shapely ass kicked anymore so she wasn’t too worried. She certainly didn’t expect what was coming next!

“OH!” Holly gasped and the crowd roared as Daniel straddled her and began a lap dance! Holly shook her head weakly, squirming under Daniel in a way that would only make her soft body grind against his manhood even harder. Holly looked down across his toned body, eyes wide in surprise, biting her lip as his cock rubbed hard against her squirming crotch. Holly couldn’t help but moan, face flushed, panting as her head was now swimming. “Whoa,” Holly whimpered as the chair fell back, and she wound up under him on the mat once again.

From there, any other noises Holly made were totally muffled by Daniel’s bulge, his dance over her face drowning her in sweat, heat and flesh. Daniel had full reign to show off with his dance, his wiggling hips making his balls drag against Holly’s mouth, her tongue accidentally rubbing along and filling her senses with the taste of his balls. The British Bombshell could hardly get any air, lying back and taking in this entire dance with her eyes closed, her mouth wide open, and her lips forced to press against Daniel’s bulging trunks. When Daniel finished, resting his ass across her face, all Holly could do was lie back, bust heaving as she gasped for air, her entire world consumed with Daniel’s sweaty manhood. When he finally released her, Holly would just be left in a daze, face coated in sweat, tongue lulled out to one side as she knew she'd be tasting the sweat from Daniel for a long time, to come ...

[SweetHeart]

Winner: Daniel Valentine