Backstage Relaxation

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Kyra Agmento VS Ivan Ramirez


Having triumphantly carried the steamer trunk into the vacant locker room showers, Ivan kicked the door shut behind him with a satisfying clang. Turning to face the sealed container, a devious smile spread across his face as he contemplated his next move.

He knelt down beside the ornate trunk, running a calloused hand along its polished surface before deftly unlatching the lid once more. It creaked open, revealing Kyra's sleeping naked form within.

Her disheveled appearance stirred a primal urge within Ivan. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her flushed face with a tender touch, contrasting the roughness of his hands from earlier bout.

"I thought you'd enjoy this, babygirl," he murmured, his voice low and husky with anticipation. "A little post-match... relaxation." His fingers trailed lower, finding purchase to her bare pussy as he began to stir her awake by fingering her.

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*Kyra started to squirm slightly as Ivan's fingers played with her womanhood, then a quiet moaning was heard by the victorious young man. The young blonde started to move slowly as Ivan teased her further and then slowly started to blink. Her sight was blurry at first but became quickly clearer as she blinked. *
"Oh fuck!"
*Kyra cursed as she realized where she was? *

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Watching Kyra gradually rouse, Ivan's smug expression widened as he beheld her increasingly panicked expression.

"Aww, did I wake you up too soon, darling?" he chuckled, his fingers continuing their sinuous dance amidst her slick folds. "Can't say I blame you though. That was quite the nap, wasn't it?"

His words dripped with sarcasm as he carried her to benches and pinned her down, forcing her back into the steel platform.

"Just relax, okay? We're going to have some fun..." Ivan coaxed, his hot breath fanning across her exposed flesh as he leaned in, kissing her deeply.

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*Ivan's Fingers forced another moan out of Kyras lips, she squirmed in the tight confinment of the trunk, the young blonde bite her lower lip as she got carried over to the hard benches while getting continously teased and fingered. Draped nicely on the hard bench she blushed and looked up to Ivan as he humilated her further with his words.*
"Yes"
*She answered quietly and nodded as he whisperd his wish, she opened her legs and put her hands above her head offering her body to him as he kissed her passionate. She knew that he was a much harder dome than her beloved Kennedy but he won so she had to play the game for the next two days.*

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Feeling Kyra's yielding body beneath him, Ivan smiled in triumph as she submitted to his desires. His fingers left her entrance to roughly grasp her chin, tilting her head up to meet his hungry gaze.

"Good girl," he praised, his thumb stroking her plump bottom lip. "Now, since you agreed, I believe it's only fair that you make good use of these next forty-eight hours."

Leaning down, Ivan claimed her lips once more, the kiss turning demanding and almost possessive. As he plundered her mouth with his tongue, his hands began to roam freely over her nude form, squeezing and kneading her soft curves.

Breaking the kiss, Ivan stood up, "Now service me." Pointing at his wrestling pants, a bulge visibly straining to contain hai package of 7-inches of man meat.

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*Kyra moaned and arched her back as his fingers left her womanhood, she propped her naked body on her elbowas and looked up to Ivan. She squirmed slightly under Ivans demanding kiss and hands while he enjoyed her naked body. Kyra nodded as he demanded her to take care of the bluge in his pants and slid from the bench to the floor, she then pulled his pants down and looked at his hard manhood. The young blonde caressed over the shaft and then start do kiss the tip and to lick over the shaft before wrapping her lips around the tip and welcome it into her warm and moist mouth.*

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Watching Kyra drop to her knees, her eyes locking onto the prominent tent in his wrestle trunks sent a surge of excitement racing through Ivan's veins. Her tender ministrations as she slowly freed his thick, hard length only stoked the fire building within him.

"Mmmm... that's it, darlin'," Ivan groaned as her delicate tongue danced along his sensitized member. "Such a good cocksucker... Just like the first time, hmm."

Feeling her mouth engulf his throbbing tip once more, Ivan grasped a handful of her hair, gently guiding her down to take him deeper. Slow, deliberate movements helped ease the substantial girth of his shaft past her stretched lips until her nose nestled into his pubic bush.

As he settled into a steady rhythm, Ivan savored the heat enveloping him and the gentle suction of Kyra's cheeks. His free hand drifted to lazily circle and pinch a rosy nipple as he pumped in and out of her mouth.

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*The young German had not much experience with man, but she managed his rather big member quite well. Kyra breathed heavy as Ivan started to conquer her mouth with his manhood and his fingers played with her pink bud.*

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Ivan reveled in the warmth seeping from Kyra's parted lips, each slow glide sending pleasurable shocks straight to his core. As he bottomed out repeatedly against the back of her throat, her muffled gag reflex told of her initial struggles adjusting to his impressive girth.

"Breathe, baby... Gonna make sure you can take my load easily," he whispered reassuringly as he gradually eased up, only to plunge deep once more with renewed vigor, his heavy balls slapping audibly against her chin.

Each thrust and pull drew low grunts of encouragement from Ivan. He felt alive, the erotic sounds emanating from Kyra's constricted airways heightening his excitement.

"Use your breasts, darlin." he coaxed, watching intently as she struggled to accommodate his generous size.

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*Kyra looked up, confused by Ivan's nice behavior while he lectured her about blowjobs. She smacked as he continued to push his manhood into her throat and her breasts jingled slightly as she moved too.*