Ryan Knight vs Elvira Velour - A Little Dream Of Me

[Deus001]

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.

[DSX93]

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.

[Deus001]

Okay Ryan had been given the run around long enough here, even if it was his boyhood crush giving him exactly what he wanted when he was smaller. The Paragon had a point to prove and that was to make sure he lived up to the Knightly name even in a location like this, with an opponent like this. Ryan thankfully still had the wherewithal and speed that could belie his frame at times and Elvira? Well she seemingly just learned what it felt like to get tackled by a Knight, there was a reason Ryan's clan was known for being big in more ways than one!

"Alright......now to see if you can take a bit of......pressure......" Ryan said with gritted teeth as he got moving on Elvira. Tempting as it was to just grab a feel he tried to keep focus. The Paragon would try to flip her on her stomach and then pull her back while getting his powerful legs around her waist for a tight bodyscissors while getting his arms around her top half for a hug and restraint.

"I think you'll find this to be quite a tight squeeze Lady Elvira." he hissed into her ear, even if he couldn't resist a bit of grinding into her during it all!

[DSX93]

Ryan wasted no time climbing on top and seizing her wrists.

Both in the ring and out, Elvira had been in this position more times than she could care to remember: Flat on her back with a man pinning her down. A combination of good fortune and preparation made most of these occasions fun ones.

And it always got her heart pounding whenever that scenario saw her working with the more gentlemanly types, and they arrived at that beat where a hungry gaze washes over her, and she could see the gears turning. The odds were consistently fifty-fifty in a contest: Some resisted, and others would ravish her.

What about you, Mr. Knight?

What will you choose?

To wow her by flipping her over like an omelette. "Ooh!" No technical form behind it. Just pure muscle, picking her up and and turning her about again like she was nothing. Holding her tight. Pulling her close. Real close, so she could feel his every word on her skin.

It's always a joy to meet a powerhouse who isn't a meathead. Moments like these make her feel like a woman.

She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the crushing pressure to come, and let a contented hum rumble in her throat. One hand reached back, fingers sliding into his blond hair when it touched down. She didn't do anything about his arms, noting the lift they were imposing on her breasts. Let him have it.

Elvira turned her head, looking back at him as well as she could. Good thing this wasn't the side she swept her red locks to. "The girls must love you, you stallion."

Then came the squeeze. And something extra. Those primal male urges were making themselves known. And she welcomed it, moving her hand from his head to his very nice, very grabable ass.

Encouraged it, with a strained voice. "Move those hips, boy!"