Let the Dominos Fall: Drake "Domino" Vyril vs Karen Gale

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Karen couldn't not have been aware of how Domino's body was pressing against hers during this pinfall-- the way his sleek abs were pressing down against her breasts, the way his head was close to her thigh, the way her cheek brushed against his own hip...despite trying to remain focused on the match, Karen couldn't help but blush a little at this close contact. Not that that stopped her from kicking out, mind.

Even as she kicked out, though, her body still felt woozy and sluggish from having tanked that piledriver. Even as she tried to push herself back up, all she could do was push up to her knees and grope weakly at the floor. Once again, Domino was way ahead of her, grabbing her hair, pulling her shakily to her feet. Then he was closing the distance: Karen felt his arms slide around her upper body. Once again, there was intense body on body contact as Domino pulled Karen against her: she became intimately aware of her breasts compressing against his firmer chest, of her sweaty abdominals grinding against his, of her hips against his...all before he squeezed, trapping her in a tight bearhug, compressing her rib cage as he showed off his considerably upper body strength.

"Auuuuughhhh...." she moaned, her chin resting against his shoulder as she panted against his ear, now feeling like she was fighting for every breath. Instinctively, she grabbed for his shoulders and elbows, her tattooed arms crisscrossing over his is a tangle of muscular, sweaty biceps and forearms. Her breathing tightened, and she felt his lips pressing slightly against her neck. Oh damn. Oh damn. This caused her breath to become even more laboured.

"F....fuck off..." she moaned, though it little to change the fact that Domino had her right where he wanted her, in a tight, intimate squeeze...and he definitely seemed to be deliberately amping up the intimacy of it...