Nude Oil Match: Aaliyah vs Ivan

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Hentai KO: Oil Match
Win by KO through Hentai moves only

The dim arena lights accentuate Ivan's bronzed physique as he emerges from the darkness, fully nude and gleaming with a liberal coating of the specialized oil.

His vibrant red locks cling damply to his scalp, while the oil highlights every defined muscle, corded and taut across his fit frame. Ivan's bright blue eyes sparkle with a mix of aggression and eagerness as they scan the audience, silently daring anyone to say something to him.

With an aggressive grunt, he entered the venue of the match.

A ring with a tarp covering the canvas.

How low had he fallen.

Absently, he began stroking his cock. Like a sword being sharpened, he prepared his main weapon for this match. The ladies squealed as his mast slowly went erect in its full size of 7 inches and it's sizable girth.

One even fainted on the spot with a nosebleed and a lecherous smile.

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"Woo!"

There was a sizeable crowd in gorilla, watching

as she waited for her entrance music to hit. "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" The excitement had the porn star bouncing on her feet. And with her being entirely nude, aside from some jewelry, it made for one hell of a show.

Aaliyah let management know that she was curious about oil matches. She'd worked with the stuff on set, so she loved the idea of wrestling in it for real. For real, for real: No script, no plan, no nothing. And not only did they set her up with one, they also made it Hentai KO rules. Fuck until you can't anymore!

"I'm readyyyy! Come ooooonn!"

Aaliyah would promptly receive

as though the sound guy had heard her impatient whine. The foxy Egyptian stepped out immediately, to absolutely electric fanfare. Stopping at the stage, she'd get that belly rolling. Hips swaying. Chest bouncing.

"And his opponent, standing at five feet and six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, fighting out of Los Angeles, California...! Aaaaaliyaaaaaah Shadiiid!"

Her advance down the ramp would be half dance, half walk, all hypnotizing movement. Learned and practiced, with a hand held out to clap against those that reached out for it as she took to a side. Instead of climbing right up onto the apron, she'd continue towards this chosen side, skipping past the stairs. She wanted to devote a few seconds to a special member of the audience

hadn't been called to compete just yet, so she sat behind the barrier to cheer her best friend on. The seat was free, provided by LAW themselves. "Thanks so much for coming out!" Aaliyah extended a hand her way, and Tali high fived it. "You know it! Go rock that guy's world!" She didn't need to tell her twice. "Oh, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of him!" A confident declaration, and an easy pop from those who heard it.

Aaliyah turned back towards the stairs, preferring its untouched security to the already slickened tarp that replaced the standard ring mat. A Beautiful nod would follow, with her stopping in the middle of stepping through the ropes to beckon a camera man over, point to her big, jiggly ass, and give the fans at home one hell of a pre-show before entering the ring.

She noted the two buckets of oil that awaited the competitors, but only briefly in favor of the sight of her opponent playing with himself. "Just couldn't wait, huh?" The porn star wrestler regarded him with a playful, naughty smirk.

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Ivan's blue eyes locked onto Aaliyah as she entered the arena, mesmerized by her sensual, confident strut towards the ring. His cock twitched reflexively in his hand as he drank in every delicious curve and dip of her voluptuous form, the oil amplifying the sensuality of her naked skin.

A smirk tugged at his lips as Aaliyah called attention to his masturbation. "Couldn't wait?" Ivan echoed, voice low and husky with amusement. "I'd rather keep myself primed and ready for you, sweetheart."

He let his semi-hard member drop from his grip, watching as it bobbed slightly against his abdomen before coming to rest. Ivan's gaze then roamed Aaliyah's oiled body, pausing to appreciate the enticing sheen on her full breasts, the plump swell of her rear, and the inviting glisten between her thighs.

"Looks like we're both ready to get filthy," Ivan quipped, stalking closer to the center of the ring where Aaliyah awaited. He flashed her a wolfish grin, blue eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. "Let's give these folks a show they won't forget."

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"I like the way you think, baby!" Right to the sexy bits! Aaliyah didn't mind that a bit. She settled into a stance, fixing Ivan with a challenging grin as he approached. But honestly, she could do this thing without a lick of wrestling.

"Let's!" She'd say in response to his proposal. Then, as soon as the bell ring, she went for it, charging...well, more like sliding forth along the oil, like an ice skater, before leaping right at him, looking to use her weight to try to bring him down to get this thing started with her on top!

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The instant the bell tolled, Ivan sprang into action, launching himself at Aaliyah with a feral growl. Their bodies collided in a slippery dance as they slid across the oiled surface, a flurry of grasping limbs and tangled hair.

Aaliyah's plan seemed to work as she managed to pin Ivan beneath her considerable weight. However, the cunning wrestler quickly seized the opportunity to latch onto her ample bosom, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

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Guy's fierce! Aaliyah had come into this match having no idea who Ivan was, or how he typically handled his business. So the growl came as a surprise. But she kept it pushing, and it worked for her! And her tits did their job, drawing his eyes and hands to them when he could've been trying to get out from underneath her. The only downside? He was kinda rough with them. But it wasn't anything she couldn't smile past, especially now that she was about sixty...seventy percent sure she had him now.

"You like 'em?" She laid her hands over his. Not to move them away, but encourage them to stay right where they were for now. "Maybe you wanna feel 'em someplace else?"

Aaliyah wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but one thing she did know was sex. With men, specifically. And this guy? She had the impression that foreplay was something he'd skip past if he had the choice. But he's hot, so why not speed it up a little?

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A deep, primal groan rumbled from Ivan's chest as his hands continued their firm exploration of Aaliyah's soft mounds. His fingertips dug into the yielding flesh, pinching and rolling her nipples between them.

Ivan's piercing blue gaze locked onto Aaliyah's face, eyes blazing with a fierce mix of lust and competitive fire. "Oh, I like them," he growled, voice low and husky.

Suddenly, Ivan bucked his hips upwards sharply, attempting to toss Aaliyah off balance. If things go well for him, he would immediately move behind her and grope her from behind, leaving her defenseless from his planned assault.