L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Ivan smirks as he feels Morgan squirm helplessly in his grasp, her body trembling with residual ecstasy. He revels in how powerless she seems right now, so unlike her earlier demeanor. With deliberate slowness, he rocks his hips, sliding his thick shaft teasingly along her soaked slit.

"Cheaters? Me? I'm just calling things as they are~ Not my fault your both too sexy that I can't help but join in." He mockingly says to her, continuing to stroke his manhood along her most intimate area without penetrating fully.

Leaning in further, he whispers to her ear, "Your body tells a different story though. Already wet, already responsive. If we were in a public match, I'd bend you over and make you mine at the very start."

To emphasize his point, Ivan shifts slightly, angling his tip to catch on her opening briefly before pulling back. He repeats this maddening pattern, never quite pushing inside but stimulating her mercilessly nonetheless. All the while, he maintains the vice-like grip of the full nelson, leaving Morgan utterly at his mercy physically speaking.

Meanwhile, Yukino silently crawls away into her corner, not wanting to gain attention to herself at the couple who's either gonna beat up each other or fuck each other to unconsciousness. She can't tell but she doesn't want to get in between them.

"Keep dreaming, ref," Morgan growled low, even while her core pulsed and leaked another trail of wetness that slid over Ivan's teasing tip. The full Nelson pinned her still, forcing her thighs wider as he rocked again, her sensitive clit twitching with each pass as he rubbed against her while her pussy visibly clenching and dripping more arousal down her thighs onto the mat.

At the same time, her hips betrayed her, rocking back at the thick head that kept grazing her wet entrance, more slick spilled out to coat his length and soak the garter straps clinging to her legs as her ass pressed back against him. Due to the previous teasing, he would left her nipples stiff and visible through the thin bra fabric, her whole body trembling from the nonstop pleasure.

Ivan chuckles, amused by Morgan's defiant tone even as her body betrays her desire. "Oh, I am keeping my dreams realistic. And you seem to be enjoying this already whether you admit it or not."

Emboldened by her reactions, Ivan decides to ramp up his efforts. Releasing one arm from the full nelson, he trails his fingertips down her stomach, past her navel until he reaches the juncture of her thighs. Parting her glistening lower lips with his digits, he exposes her pussy wide open to the cool air conditioning in the room.

"Let's see how you handle this cock," he murmurs in her ear.

His rigid shaft continues to grind deliberately against her sex, the broad crown nudging her opening now wide-open by his machinations. With one last thrust, he inserts the fat meat inside the hole, pushing his length halfway inside and leaving the other half outside to torment her further.

His cock filled her completely, Causing her to gasp out her nails digging into the canvas beneath her palms, but she didn't whine, beg, or writhe in desperation, she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her lose control. She focused on controlling her breathing, slowing her heart rate, and refusing to let her mind spiral into panicked submission.

As he push into her with that last thrust, she would shuddered in a controlled faction as she bite her lips, holding back the moan that nearly escaped from her lips “haaa…that’s….all you got?” She taunt him as she wiggle her ass and squeeze on the cock, dating and taunting him, attempt to take back sliver of control.