A handicap streamer match "say hi to chat Ivan" (Ivan Ramirez vs Cara Citrus and IF)

[DarknessMaster]

IF would end up slamming onto the mat, rubbing her elbow before she got scooped up and held in a tight bear hug, her legs kicking as she pushed and shoved at Ivan's head, attempting to break free in any way she could, knowing that eventually Ivan would end up giving up, for her girlfriend's sake she had to beat Ivan

[MR. Q]

Ivan's unyielding strength held firm despite IF's valiant efforts to break free, his iron-like grip refusing to relinquish its crushing hold around her torso. She thrashed wildly, but the more she fought, the deeper his grasp constricted. Sweat dripped from Ivan's brow as he absorbed each frantic struggle, a primal satisfaction swelling within him with each passing second of domination over this feisty fighter.

Keeping the bearhug still, he would free on of his hands in order to fish out his already erect cock from the confines of his trunks.

7-inches worth of meat sprang out. And with that, Ivan slammed the petite girl on the waiting beast below, intending to impale with her it's length and girth.

With her size, it will be not a comfortable experience.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would yell in a mix of pain and pleasure, her pussy being filled with her opponent's member, after the powerful bearhug, hugging Ivan tight as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, panting in exhaustion, she couldn't take this, she knew she had to but she couldn't, Ivan was just to good at this, her legs were going numb

[MR. Q]

Ivan's blue eyes gleamed with triumph as he felt IF's tight, yielding heat envelop his throbbing length. A sadistic smirk curled his lips as he slowly started to bounce her up and down, teasing her sensitive inner walls with shallow thrusts.

"You're so tight," he purred, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "It's like you've never taken a cock before."

He pulled nearly all the way out, just the tip remaining inside her, before sliding back in, stretching her deliciously around his girth.

"Does that feel good, little girl? Or does my big dick scare you?"

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would end up taking a deep deep breath as she vaulted the ropes and put her camera phone in the hands of the referee before attempting to kick Ivan off of IF

"get off of my girlfriend!"

Cara yelled as she licked at Ivan's ribs in an attempt to let IF escape

[MR. Q]

Caught off-guard by Cara's sudden intervention, Ivan's gaze flicked momentarily from IF to the charging girlfriend. He growled low in his throat at the brazen intrusion, possessive instincts raging to the surface.

"No, you don't!" Ivan snapped, hips surging forward to drive deeper into IF's clenching sex as he locked his arms around her quaking form.

As Cara attempted another kick, he swiftly sidestepped the assault, then yanked IF hard against his heaving chest.

"Can't you see your girlfriend loves her current position." Ivan taunted her, using IF as a shield against her diminutive girlfriend.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would yell in pain as her opponent used her as a meat shield against her girlfriend's kicks, IF would grunt before getting an idea before suddenly biting Ivan's nose in an attempt to get out of his arms, knowing that she was probably gonna piss him off which was good because that meant that he wasn't gonna focus on Cara

[MR. Q]

"WAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Ivan screamed like a girl, staggering backwards, clutching at his swollen nose

Due to it, he pulled away from IF, sending the girl crashing down the mat as he asses the damage on his nose.

"The heck? Are Mike Tyson or something?!" Ivan exclaimed, pinching his nose.

He's gonna have this one looked after the match.

[DarknessMaster]

"if I were I would've aimed to take it off"

IF snarked, although she probably wasn't in the best position for it considering she was on the mat panting like a dog as the ref shoved Cara to the ropes as IF slowly got up, taking a few deep breaths as she attempted to recover

"it's clear you don't know how to the a girl space"

Ivan could hear Cara do a little chuckle as her girlfriend snarked at him

[MR. Q]

Ivan glared daggers at IF, the stinging sensation of her bite fresh on his nose making his blood boil. His rage simmered at her cheeky remark about him not knowing 'how to share space'.

"Bite me, huh?" he sneered venomously.

Ignoring IF's panted recovery, he stormed closer before rushing in for a kick straight to her sternum