How To Tame a Dog: Naomi vs Ivan

[AshAllen]

Naomi tried to wriggle herself out of Ivan’s hold but him trapping hear between his thighs kept her locked in. She tried to pull herself free but he had a good grip. But the next thing she knew was her face crashing down into the ring floor! The result ended with the two of them giving a small bounce off the mat. Naomi laying prone and slightly dazed from Ivan’s slam. Slightly groaning beneath him

[MR. Q]

Triumphant laughter echoes through the arena as Ivan rises to his full height, towering over Naomi's prone form. He plants a boot beside her head, gloating over his vanquished opponent.

"You should've known better than to mess with a street fighter like me," Ivan taunts, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Looks like you're seeing stars now, sweetheart."

Not content to simply humiliate Naomi, Ivan seizes the opportunity to inflict further punishment while she's dazed. Latching onto her leg, he expertly traps her ankle, wrenching it upwards to hyperextend her knee.

As Naomi yelps in pain, Ivan applies increased pressure, twisting and locking her limb into a wicked Boston crab hold.

[AshAllen]

Naomi groaned as Ivan’s words ring in her ear. Her dazed state had started clearing up and she was about to push herself to glare at Ivan. But that seemed to be put on hold as Ivan twisted and yanked on it. Briefly pulling herself free but into the air before she’d be locked in one of wrestling’s most famous holds! She softly howled as worked her spine and her leg. She may have been flexible but she had a feeling that Ivan was going to put that to the test. She balled up her fists, shaking her head and biting her lip when the ref asked if she would give. Like hell she was. So she slammed her hands onto the ring floor, clawing at the canvas and trying to drag them towards the closet rope and get free via rope break.

[MR. Q]

Ivan relishes the sound of Naomi's pained cries echoing through the arena as he tightens the Boston crab hold, reveling in her desperate struggle to escape. He leans into the maneuver, using his considerable strength to stretch her lithe frame to its limits.

Watching intently, Ivan notices Naomi's futile attempts to reach the ropes, her fingernails scraping harmlessly against the unforgiving canvas. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he realizes she's running out of options.

Ivan decides to add a layer of humiliation to her suffering. Reaching underneath, he pushes aside her panties, exposing her folds to the cool night air of the arena.

With deliberate slowness, he begins to finger her, brushing his digits across her sensitive clit in a tortuous rhythm to elicits moans despite her best efforts to remain stoic.

[AshAllen]

Naomi’s efforts to pull herself free had been put into a complete hold as she suddenly felt the cool air brush against her pussy. Eyes widening if in realization and was about to retort but her words never left her mouth. Instead it would be soft moans leaving her lips as she felt Ivan plunge his disgust into her sex at a painfully slow pace. She’s had experience in this and it seems her suspicions about Ivan were true.

A fact she wished she focused more on first and use against him to get the upper hand. As the rules of the match allowed but she needed to escape this torture. “Nnggh… you… bastard…”

[MR. Q]

Ivan chuckles darkly as Naomi's body responds involuntarily to his touch, her pussy clenching around his invading fingers despite her anger and distress. He pumps slowly, relishing the slick heat enveloping his digits.

"Oh, you'll call me many things tonight, sweetheart, but 'bastard' is a good starting point," Ivan taunts, his voice low and husky with amusement. "Now, how about we end this little escapade?"

Ivan increases the pace of his thrusts, pushing Naomi closer to the edge with each deliberate stroke. He teases her entrance, curling his fingers to rub against that sensitive spot inside her as he continues toying with her clit.

[AshAllen]

Naomi vigorously shook her head and growled. Her moans being a mix between soft and loud as Ivan continued to work her over. The spin and leg bending mixed in with his GI geri g was starting to drive her up the wall. More than usual as it was still early in the match and this was humiliating as it is!

“N-no… OOOHHHHHHH~!” Came Naomi’s drawn out moan as her orgasm finally made is presence known and her juices flooded out of her entrance. Her body shaking as she rode it out

[MR. Q]

Naomi's explosive climax paints Ivan's fingers with her release as her walls clamp down tightly around him, milking his digits for all they're worth. Ivan works her through the aftershocks, prolonging her pleasure with skilled touches until she's a quivering mess in his grasp.

"Well, well, looks like someone enjoyed that a bit too much," Ivan remarks, a smug satisfaction evident in his tone. "Guess you can't fight pleasure, huh? That just leaves us one thing..."

With a triumphant smirk, Ivan releases the Boston crab hold, allowing Naomi to collapse bonelessly onto the mat. Before she can recover from the intense orgasm, he hastily frees his rigid cock, its thick girth throbbing with anticipation.

Not wasting another second, Ivan positions himself behind Naomi's supine form, aligning his pulsing erection with her dripping entrance. With a single powerful thrust, he spears into her, burying himself 7 inches balls-deep within her still-sensitive flesh.

Still buried to the hilt inside Naomi, Ivan's hand shoots up to encircle the nape of her neck. With a sudden squeeze, he locks her head in place using a tight sleeper hold, completely controlling her movement as he sets a ruthless pace of thrusts.

"I always wondered how good it would feel to dominate someone like this, with nothing left to resist or hide behind," Ivan grunts, punctuating his words with sharp jabs of his cock. "But now I've got you pinned down and thoroughly claimed..."

With a deep groan, he began slamming her hips with punishing thrusts, overstimulating her already sensitive pussy.

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[AshAllen]

Naomi laid prone, her lower half laying a in a puddle of her own fluids. Her body spawned every now and then. Twitching every so often and panting into the canvas. Limply and weakly trying to push herself back to her feet o LH to be denoted of that once again as she suddenly felt penetrated by his big cock. The sudden penetration was bad enough, but stretch from his girth made her eye widen and scream. Fully awake now but even then her screams are silenced by Ivan’s use of the sleeper hold. Naomi’s pussy was now being punished over and over again. Forcefully stretched to accommodate his manhood and feeling his balls slap against her own crotch from how hard he was thrusting into her. The fuck session was intense and now Naomi was trapped. Her moans and screams were gagged by Ivan’s arms squeezing her neck, her arms pathetically trying to free herself as Everton could hear their skin slapping against each. Echoing Sith wet sloshing noises

[MR. Q]

Ivan pounds mercilessly into Naomi's ravaged pussy, savoring each squelch and slap of their flesh against each other as he ravages her helplessness. The rhythmic squeezing of his arms constricts the airflow to Naomi's lungs, rendering her thrashing and pitiful cries barely audible over their lewd coupling.

"So goddamn delicious to break you here, to utterly dominate your body... And the best part? You didn't stand a chance against me from the very beginning!" Ivan smirked, punctuating his boasts with a series of brutal thrusts that send vibrations rippling through Naomi's pinned form.

Lost in his lust he might be, Ivan's grip never wavers or loosens; he maintains complete control, denying Naomi even an ounce of breath or resistance. The relentless assault on her weakened body is nothing short of ruthless, reducing the proud wrestler to a broken toy.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of his dominance, Ivan's thrusts become erratic and frenzied, pounding into Naomi's overstretched depths with animalistic urgency. His grip on her neck tightens further, cutting off her air supply entirely as he chases his release.

With a guttural roar, Ivan erupts inside Naomi, flooding her convulsing pussy with wave after wave of hot, sticky seed. His cock pulses and jerks, pumping her full to bursting as he rides out the crest of his orgasm.

"Take it all, you pathetic slut... Let my cum mark you as mine forever..." Ivan pants harshly, his words spilling forth in a fevered rush as he empties himself deep within her quivering channel.