*Before long, Trent valiant lashing and writhing between Bianca's gargantuan breasts steadily decreased, and eventually, she had completely extinguished any and all doubt that she alone was the undisputed ruler of the ring. However, throughout the course of this little altercation, she had grown to respect Mr. Masters- Not only was he remarkably chivalrous towards her, but he possessed a tremendous amount of wrestling acumen, the likes of which she hadn't noticed until it was almost too late. To reward his impressive efforts, Bianca decided to send him off in the most desirable way possible- Sprawling the exhausted male out and pinning him down with her salacious physique!*
"Once this is all over with, you're treating me to a night out, your highness~" *giggling under her breath, she gave Trent's sculpted chest a brisk shove, eventually overtaking him while clasping the edges of his forearms to keep him incapacitated, allowing her melons to loom overtop of him before finally stuffing his maw with her bouncing globes. As his body went entirely limp, the moderator at ringside began the official three count.*
*The sonorous bell clanged, heralding Bianca's undisputed victory over the currently downed Trent. Deciding that she would revel in her victory later, she relinquished her sensual hold against the prostrated male while gently bringing him to his feet. She shot him a sheepish grin, trying to conceal the ever-present blush stretching across her face.*
*She gave his backside a playful slap, intentionally allowing her palm to bounce off of his plump posterior.*
"And feel free to invite your boys along with us- There's certainly enough of me to go around."
