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

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would moan with each thrust, finally climaxing as she coated Ivan's dick in lust as she kissed his lips, her body shaking as she held Ivan close, before finally breaking the kiss to take a breath, panting softly as she relaxed on the mat in Ivan's strong embrace

[MR. Q]

Smirking at Cara's spent form, Ivan twisted her slender frame until she found herself straddling his hips, his thick cock still buried deep within her twitching cunt. He grasped her wrists, pinning them to her sides as he pulled her flush against his torso, effectively trapping her in the forced cowgirl position.

"Who said you can rest?" Ivan growled, thrusting up into Cara's overstuffed channel with renewed vigor. Her pussy clenched reflexively around his invading length, still sensitive from her recent climax but unable to deny Ivan's dominating presence.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would let out a moan, groaning as her opponent thrusted into her tired body more, she felt so exhausted, like one more climax would be enough to knock her out for sure, her poor body wasn't used to this kind of domination, she was used to Iffy domming her sure but this was different, this was much more vicious than Iffy, and she wasn't sure how much lover it would take for her to pass out from it

[MR. Q]

Ivan's cock thrust mercilessly into Cara's worn pussy, her slick walls stretching to accommodate his thick girth as he dominated her in the forced cowgirl position. Each powerful upward stroke rubbed her clit and filled her to the brim, the intense sensations pushing her closer to the brink once again.

Leaning back, Ivan braced himself against the mat, giving himself room to fuck Cara with wild abandon. Sweat dripped down his chest as he rutted into her tired body, reveling in the sight of the petite girl bouncing on his cock like a doll.

The arena erupted into frenzied cheers as Ivan claimed Cara's body ruthlessly, his dominating performance leaving no doubt who was in control.

From the vantage point of the audience, Cara appeared to be nothing more than a ragdoll being tossed about by Ivan's relentless assault. Her slender form bounced and jolted violently atop Ivan's muscular frame, the forced cowgirl position leaving her utterly at his mercy.

Her arms were pinned to her sides, rendering Cara helpless as Ivan fucked her with brutal precision. The sheer brutality of Ivan's dominance seemed to drain the very life from Cara's exhausted body, her movements growing slower and more listless with each passing moment.

As Ivan continued to ravage Cara with merciless intensity, it became increasingly apparent that he had no intention of easing up anytime soon.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara slowly drooled out of the side of her mouth, her body simply limply being thrusted into, groaning as Ivan pounded her relentlessly at this point Cara was barely even conscious anymore, he could probably just pick both Cara and her girlfriend up and probably wouldn't get a fight from either of them

[MR. Q]

Seeing Cara slip further into unconsciousness with each punishing thrust, Ivan chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down the spines of the spectators. He pulled free from Cara's limp pussy with a wet pop, allowing her spent form to slump beside him as he rose to his feet.

"Tsk, poor dear's gone and given out on me already," Ivan said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement as he stepped over Cara's prone body to loom above IF's battered frame.

Without hesitation, Ivan grasped IF's thighs, spreading them wide as he lined up his thick cock with her still-clenching entrance. With a guttural roar, Ivan plunged into IF, burying himself to the hilt as the arena exploded into ear-splitting applause once more.

"Fucking take it, you broken little whore!" Ivan snarled, beginning to fuck IF side-by-side with Cara's lifeless form, reveling in the depraved sight of claiming two defeated girls in tandem.

[DarknessMaster]

IF would grunt as Ivan began to fuck her next to Cara, grabbing her hand as she took each thrust

"gah gah, is, this, how, you, treat, all, girls, you, broke, the, noses, of?"

IF asked, her sentence being broken by Ivan's aggressive thrusts

[MR. Q]

Caught off guard by IF's plaintive question, Ivan paused mid-thrust to inspect her battered face, peering closely at the crooked angle of her nose. His eyes widened in surprise as realization dawned on him.

"You didn't say anything about this earlier," Ivan muttered, pulling out of IF momentarily to examine her nose more closely. The sight of it twisted at an unnatural angle sent a pang of regret through him.

"Oh shit, sweetheart, I'm so sorry," Ivan breathed, gently tracing the swell of bruising along IF's
cheekbone. He looked up to meet her pained gaze, a rare flash of guilt crossing his rugged features.

Ivan paused mid-apology, turning his attention towards the referee as the official approached. "Hey, you're right, referee," Ivan acknowledged with a nod. "This one's eliminated and Cara's out cold probably. Guess it's game over then?"

[DarknessMaster]

The ref would shrug as he looked at Ivan

"the game was over a while ago, I just thought you were doing a victory lap or something"

He said as IF panted a bit, looking over at her unconscious girlfriend, even filled with cum she looked so cute when she was asleep, IF noting Ivan's compassion when she mentioned her broken nose wasn't...as mad she was still a big mad but not as mad as before

[MR. Q]

Ivan chuckled, shaking his head as he met the referee's amused gaze. "Guess I just love stretching out the show a bit, huh?"

With Cara and IF slung over his broad shoulders, Ivan marched purposefully towards the backstage area, his stride confident and assured despite the weight of the unconscious girls. He navigated the winding corridors with ease, his knowledge of the layout garnered from countless matches prior.

Finally arriving at the infirmary, Ivan spotted Dian waiting with a syringe full of a questionable liquid. The doctor greeted Ivan warmly, a knowing glint in his eye.

"Well done out there, Ramirez," Dian praised, his tone laced with admiration. "These two look like they could use a little boost before they wake up."

Ivan frowned, his instincts screaming caution at the sight of the syringe. Without responding, he turned on his heel and strode off in the opposite direction, the unconscious form of Cara and IF bouncing against his chest as he went.

Better not risk it.

Winner: Ivan