Ryan Knight vs Elvira Velour - A Little Dream Of Me

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Ryan was really starting to struggle here. On one hand he was having a boyhood dream come true, on the other hand he was eating ass in the ring. Which was a perfect ass don't get him wrong, considering who it belonged to. However the Paragon knew he couldn't take it lying down because if he did......well he wasn't aware that the match was being recorded but even so there's no way Elvira would surely let this down if they ever cross paths and also.......Ryan wanted to make a good impression beyond just being a cushion for this stunning uber milf.

That wiggle and litte hair ruffle really did for the Paragon. Ryan would give a low huff into Elvira's rear end. Then after a few seconds where he seemed to be submissive.....Ryan then tightly gripped Elvira's hips and sharply shoved her away, it inwardly hurt a little to do so. He still had to try though. In fact his body moved on instinct right after, in the hopes of bolting out and trying to catch Elvira with a harsh spear tackle to the mat once he got some distance.

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Elvira said that she wouldn't judge the man if he gave in, but it would have been a letdown.

Not that it would've stopped her from making those boyhood dreams of his come true -- he was still a strapping stallion of a man. A blond strapping stallion of a man, at that.

His submission was nice while it lasted, however. Contradictory? Yes. But such is a woman's prerogative. His breath rumbled through her just right, earning a contented hum. "There you go, darling." The redhead began, her voice lowered to a gentle massage of the ears that equaled what he was getting at the back of his head. "Just sit back. Relax. And -- oh!"

It wasn't the sudden handful of her that he'd claimed. That was expected. The initial assumption was that he'd get greedy and bury himself as far into her glorious derriere as he could. But then came the shove. And after that...

Elvira wasn't the lumbering variant of giant, but she was never the fastest. A fact that hadn't changed even with the hard-won transition into the best shape of her half century on this earth.

A broad, powerful shoulder, backed up with two-hundred and ten pounds of pure muscle, amplified by a burst of speed befitting a predator in the wild, slammed right into her abs. As magnificently solid as they were, there was only so much that they could absorb. That knightly spear? Surpassed that threshold. And it would be Elvira's turn to have her breath taken away, and brought down onto her back.