L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Ivan looked down at her unconscious form, a satisfied smirk on his face. He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking from her well-used pussy.

"Guess she couldn't handle it after all," he said loud enough for the crowd to hear. Many booed, disappointed the show was apparently over. Others cheered, having gotten exactly what they wanted - a degenerate display.

Ivan glanced at the ref who was watching with interest. Right. Match wasn't over yet.

He scooped up some of their combined fluids on his fingers and brought it to Yamame's lips, painting them with the sticky substance. "Wake up. Still got a match to finish." He said, pushing the coated finger in her mouth to make her taste it.

The crowd erupted at this new development, phones flashing everywhere to capture the depraved scene.

Yamame twitches at the sensation of the fluids getting into her face as she regain a semi-lucid state. But this time something was different, her eyes turned red as she snapped back.

"right..... It's not over....." The sudden shift in mood was strange, everyone roaring as she was able to get up again but she moved differently. Not with sensual energy like before, but more like a reanimated body driven by something different.

Ivan raised an eyebrow at the change, stepping back cautiously. Something about this new demeanor gave him pause. Her movements were strange.

"What the hell?" he muttered, ready to dodge if needed. Shaking his head, he grabbed her head and pulled her down to her knees as he stood over her.

"Clean this mess you made." He said, slapping his cock on her cheek. It's coated with both of her fluids and semen.

Without a word she opened her mouth extremely wide and started sucking on his cock, slurping, swallowing, eating it whole without a care in the world. Dead pan eyes shaded red never lost eye contact with Ivan as she did this, every move, every motion, locked onto him. It was kind of eerie.

The crow keep on yelling as the spectacle resumed. Yamame didn't care, her whole attention was on Ivan only and only him as she wrapped her arms around Ivan's waist firmly, like she never lost her strength to begin with.

Ivan's eyebrows shot up at the sudden switch. What the fuck was happening right now?

His hands instinctively moved to her hair, gripping it as she cleaned him with mechanical precision. Those eyes staring up at him were unnerving.

"You're fuckin' weird," he said, though he wasn't stopping her. If anything, the strange display was making him harder.

He began to thrust into her mouth slowly, letting her bob along. The crowd was loving every second of this bizarre development.
"Like a fuckin' doll."

Yamame disregarded the comment. Like a doll was close, her mind was broken, she moved solely on instinct.

She kept on sucking, her hair loose making waves, her chest bouncing and her thighs rubbing against each other. The position she adopted was clearly just humiliating but she just kept staring at Ivan.

Her arms grip strongly against Ivan's waist, not letting go for any moment. It was hers, this man was hers, and the moment just theirs alone. Disregarding cameras or crowd, this was their moment