Am Sure There's A Button Somewhere

[TheSuitedOwl]

As time moved on the harder it became for Katsu to separate from Holly and while his lustful nature was in control. He hadn't forgotten his need to dominate and humiliate her. So when she lost her footing and ended on her knees. Katsu now short of breath and panting for air would flash a cocky grin to his kneeling opponent and as he did.

He would whip out his hard cock, grab a handful of Holly's hair and if she couldn't break free from his in time. Have Katsu's member dragged across her cheek in a humiliation fashion before having it shoved down her throat. Which if Holly failed to prevent.

She would start to feel Katsu use his weight to force her shoulder blades to press against the bottom rope and if successful. She would see her devious opponent illegally leverage his position with the ropes. Not that it mattered, considering there was no Ref to monitor their impromptu match.

[Luncha_Libre]

Stunned and dazed, it took Holly to realize the fatal mistake she’d just made. Punch-drunk and winded, the British Bombshell had fallen to her knees in front of her opponent, face dazed, mouth open just slightly …

Then, Holly looked up, and saw the look on Katsu’s face. “N-no,” Holly said, eyes widening. She shook her head in protest. “No, stop, you can’t!” Except that Katsu very much could. Holly’s eyes went even wider when she saw Katsu’s rigid cock come flopping out of his pants, right in front of Holly’s face. Holly’s eyes crossed a little, as she stared. Katsu got a fistful of her hair, keeping the Brit in place. Holly’s eyes teared up as the head of Katsu’s dick rubbed across her soft cheek, making the Bombshell visibly shudder.

“NooOOOUGH! GHKK!” Holly’s protests got literally choked out by Katsu’s manhood, thrust right between her ruby red lips and hitting the back of Holly’s throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her slender throat started to convulse and suck as she choked on Katsu’s dick! Holly’s mouth grew wetter, as his length slid in and out of her mouth. Tears began to flow from Holly’s eyes, as the Loser’s Champion looked pleadingly up at the devilish photographer who seemed to have her totally at his mercy!

[TheSuitedOwl]

Moaning with the satisfaction of only a man having his dick sucked off. Katsu's grip around the top rope would tightened as he forced Holly take the entirety of his length and start thrusting his hips without much care in the world whether or not Holly could deal with it.

"Mmm... Expecting someone to save you?" Katsu asked noticing the pleading look in the woman's eyes. Before he would continue thrusting without restraint in hopes finally relieving himself of his distracting erection.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly couldn’t stop her gagging, throat and tongue tightening on Katsu’s thick cock as it thrust hard into her mouth. The poor British girl also couldn’t help but think about how pathetic she must look, after all her boasting and earlier confidence about beating a ‘simple photographer’ earlier, only to be put on her knees and have her face mercilessly fucked by him!

With tears running down her cheeks, Holly looked pleadingly up at Katsu as she swallowed his length. Holly knew full well that no one was going to show up and save her from this humiliation. Her red lips tightened, as she tried to mouth a plea. Her muffled words were immediately choked out, causing her to gag, her mouth sucking even harder on Katsu’s manhood! Holly gagged and shook her head, Katsu’s grip on her too total and commanding for the poor Loser’s Champion to even beg him for mercy!

[TheSuitedOwl]

Pushing his hips back and forth a few more times. Katsu would moan deeply as he felt the warm vibrations of Holly's pleas of mercy against his member! Until eventually with a loud moan the devious photographer would cum in Holly's mouth! As he made sure the loser champion had swallowed the last of it before he would finally break away from Holly with a large grin as he kicked his shorts to the side.

"Seems pretty obvious who's the loser here Holly. So why don't you just strip down for me so I can finish you off. Seems pretty fitting for you, don't you think?" Katsu finished with a wink hoping that it would provoke his opponent to attack.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly had no choice but to swallow Katsu’s cum or end up choking on it even worse than she had been. Sadly, the British Bombshell shook her head as Katsu removed his cock from her throat, dropping her head in shame. Holly shuddered, her breasts quivering as she hung her head in misery.

“G-God,” Holly sobbed, “even the b-bloody photographer can beat me …” Holly was shocked from her self-pity by Katsu’s next statement, however. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes as he demanded she strip. Instinctively, Holly grabbed the downturned hem of her ring gear, bunching her ample breasts together as she trembled, feeling utterly defeated and ready to submit to Katsu’s demands. Then, she stopped.

“Bastard!” Holly cried out, from her knees. Using her free hand, Holly lashed out, swinging an uppercut blow toward Katsu, aiming a low blow right between his legs!

[TheSuitedOwl]

Despite how satisfying it was to see Holly surrender. Some part of Katsu couldn't help but feel disappointed. That the Loser's Champion wasn't willing to continue facing him. Not that it mattered in the end at least now he had some sort of idea who Holly was.

And like a predator getting ready to eat his next meal. The anticipation of getting to finish her off was getting Katsu all excited. Unfortunately having unwittingly dropped his guard, the overeager photographer would soon feel Holly's wrath in the form of a low blow. As it struck true and left the bewildered male struggling to breathe as he clutched his family jewels in pain!

"Ah...Ah...aaa..." Katsu silently croaked as he collapsed onto his knees and left his head gently resting between Holly's heaving breasts. As he tried his best to recover knowing fell well that Holly was hardly finished with him.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly let out a sigh as she felt her arm connect hard with Katsu’s manhood, unable to keep herself from thinking about how it had just been in her mouth. The humiliation burned at her cheeks and drove the Loser’s Champion to keep moving. The low blow, something Holly never would have dreamed of doing in the ring, but this wasn’t the ring. This was much more personal than that, and Holly wasn’t going to just let go, here.

When Katsu fell into Holly’s soft bust, her fleshy chest pillowing his face, she said nothing. Normally she would have been indignant, thrown him off and given him an earful. Instead, the British Bombshell pushed herself up to her feet with Katsu in tow. She hooked her arms beneath his, locking fingers behind his back while keeping his face smothered between her heaving breasts.

“D-don’t,” Holly panted, “don’t get comfortable!” Holly then shifted, pulling Katsu away so that his face would break free of her smother. Then, Holly would kick out her feet and bring both their bodies downward. Holly’s chest came down on top of the back of Katsu’s head, and she aimed to drive his face right into the ring for a modified facebuster!

[TheSuitedOwl]

As katsu's head sank deeper into Holly's warm bosom. Her soft skin would provide the devious photographer a moment of comfort. While he slowly recovered from her low blow. Though unfortunately for him the moment would be short lived.

Once he felt Holly start dragging him back to his feet. Katsu could tell something bad was about to happen but ultimately couldn't do much. As he continued to use both of his hands to soothe the unbearable pain of his groin. Just before his head would finally be pulled away from Holly's pillowy prison and be given her warning. As she then slammed the wide-eyed face of Katsu with a modified facebuster!

That would quickly leave the young photographer dazed and groaning in pain. As his head was left pinned underneath Holly's soft chest.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly let her body collapse onto Katsu after the facebuster, exhaustion just pouring out of her figure. She let her ample breasts just settle on top of the photographer’s head as she took deep breaths, trying to recover. Part of her wished he’d been on his back right now, thinking that she could have even gotten a cover, if this were a match. However, it wasn’t a match. It was a fight. A fight where Holly thought she had just made her point.

After a moment, the British Bombshell clumsily pushed herself off of Katsu. Her chest was heaving as she took deep, recovering breaths. She loomed over him, staring down at the photographer as he lay beneath her, her own body trembling.

Wiping some sweat from her chest, Holly pushed herself up her feet then fell back against the ropes. She hung there, draping her arms over the top rope. She spit, still feeling like she was trying to get the taste of Katsu’s cock out of her mouth.

“B-bastard!” Holly hissed, after spitting. She hung there, chest heaving as she took deep breaths. Right now, Holly wanted to recover, wanted to pretend this entire encounter wasn’t happening. The insults, the deep throat fucking, the way she planted Katsu on the canvas … and especially the low blow she’d delivered that allowed such a thing to happen!