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

[DarknessMaster]

Cara's eyes would end up rolling back as she took her punishment, she was almost on the thread of unconsciousness at this rate, she was afraid of what Ivan would do to her when she woke up as punishment though, probably something awful like spank Iffy and make her watch, and she didn't want that...then there wouldn't be anyone to spank her!

[MR. Q]

Just as Cara tipped over onto sweet oblivion, Ivan reached a thunderous crescendo of his own. Gripping Cara's hips hard enough to bruise, he hammered into her convulsing cunt one final time before exploding within her clinging depths, painting her innermost sanctuary white with spurt after spurt of scalding release.

Then he abruptly withdrew, stepping back just enough to admire his work – Cara draped over the top ropes, bikini askew and shaking from residual pleasure atop the ropes, thoroughly debased and used.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would end up slowly falling down laying on her back with a bit if drool on the side of her cute mouth, honestly Ivan could probably just tell her to say whatever at this point and she would probably listen now that IF wasn't awake to stop her from making a fool of herself for views, Ivan could see she was still awake...but barely, she looked like she was about to pass out

[MR. Q]

Keeping a watchful eye on Cara as she slowly lost consciousness, Ivan decided to indulge his baser impulses yet again, craving more carnal satisfaction from these helpless bodies laid out before him like ripe fruit.

Gripping IF by the hair, Ivan dragged the unconscious v-tuber towards Cara, positioning IF alongside her girlfriend. His thick cock twitched with anticipation as he lined up his glistening tip against IF's pussy.

"Just relax, sweetheart," Ivan whispered huskily as he pressed forward, breaching her tight entrance with a triumphant groan. Her slick heat enveloped him like a velvet vice as he slid in to the hilt, relishing every inch of her passage.

[DarknessMaster]

"daddy~"

Cara whispered, her body still twitching a little bit as Ivan looked at the poor v-tuber, she looked rather adorable as she practically begged for more from the victor of their match, spreading her legs and opening her arms, hoping to embrace Ivan so that she could get even more pleasure from the winner of their match

[MR. Q]

Ivan couldn't resist the temptation presented by Cara's adoring plea, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he brought his hand down sharply on Cara's ass, the resounding smack echoing through the arena. "That's it, sweetheart," Ivan purred, delivering another stinging spank as he began to move within IF's tight cunt.

"Mmm, love seeing y'all begging for more dick," Ivan growled, alternating between Cara's needy pleas and IF's succulent pussy, relishing each unique texture as he rutted mercilessly into IF's tight hole and spanking Cara's bubbly ass.

The crowd roared in approval, whipped into a frenzy by the display of Ivan's dominance over these two broken, pleasure-drunk girls. Ivan paid them no heed, consumed entirely by the primal urge to claim and consume every inch of Cara and IF's willing flesh.

[DarknessMaster]

Both girls would let out groans of lustful pleasure, Cara attempting to get into Ivan's arms in order to make out with him, the vtuber wanted her instant gradification and she wanted it now, with IF barely being awake, each thrust woke up as she saw Ivan's wicked grin, her face still hurt and her pussy wasn't fairing much better as Ivan thrusted into her aggressively

[MR. Q]

Seizing Cara's offer, Ivan swept her curvy frame into his arms, capturing her eager lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to fuck IF with reckless abandon. Cara's lithe body fit perfectly against his muscular frame, Ivan drinking in her desperate moans and gasps as their tongues danced in sensual combat.

Breaking from the kiss, Ivan gazed down at Cara with a devilish glint in his eye, the sight of her flushed cheeks, pouty lips, and desperate pleading sending fresh waves of lust coursing through him.

"Look how much y'all love it," Ivan purred, grinding his pelvis against IF's, ensuring every thrust rubbed her swollen clit and sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her exhausted frame.

Meanwhile, IF's twitching pussy clamped down around Ivan's cock, milking him for all he was worth as he fucked her into oblivion, uncaring of her tender state or Cara's desperate attempts to capture more of his attention.

[DarknessMaster]

"do I taste good daddy~?"

Cara asked, her cute face coated in sweat as she panted, her body keeping close Ivan's as she looked down at her girlfriend, caressing her body a bit in order to comfort her as Cara was in Ivan's arms, IF simply moaning as she panted as well but for different reasons, she felt exhausted and her opponent filling her pussy wasn't helping she was awake but not by choice

[MR. Q]

Chuckling low in his throat at Cara's impudent inquiry, Ivan brought a gloved finger to her chin, tilting her face upwards to meet his blazing gaze. "Oh, you taste exquisite, baby girl," he replied huskily, his voice dripping with suggestive undertones. "Sweeter than honey, and twice as addictive."

Leaning in, Ivan captured Cara's lips once more, exploring her mouth with fervent intensity as he continued to claim IF's pussy below. The arena erupted into frenzied applause at the sight of Ivan dominating both girls, reducing them to little more than quivering, pleasured puppets at his mercy.

Pulling back from Cara's kiss, Ivan gazed down at IF's pale, panting face, noting the strain etched upon her features. A wicked idea seized him, stoking the flames of his sadistic desires anew.

As Ivan lifted IF's limp form into the air, her body suspended by nothing more than his cock lodged deep within her convulsing pussy, the arena gasped collectively in awe. The crowd surged to their feet, screaming encouragement as Ivan held IF aloft like a trophy, his thick shaft driving mercilessly into her helpless depths with each thrust.

"That's it, sweetheart, milk me dry," Ivan growled, his gloved hands tightening around IF's slender waist as he rutted into her mercilessly.