A handicap streamer match "say hi to chat Ivan" (Ivan Ramirez vs Cara Citrus and IF)

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would end up blushing, she was used to being exposed like this but this was different, she felt a lot more powerless now like any second Ivan could just pick her and IF up and carry them back to his room, she squirmed a little bit but obviously that wasn't really gonna help with her current situation

[MR. Q]

Noticing Cara's heightened coloration, Ivan's smirk widened, delighting in her vulnerability. This petite beauty was usually so confident, but now, trapped in his merciless hold, she seemed utterly at his mercy.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Nervous about what comes next?"

He tweaked a pert nipple, watching it stiffen beneath his touch. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself..."

Ivan's teeth sank into Cara's tender flesh, tugging gently on her nipple as his strong arms constricted further around her slender frame. He groaned low in his throat, savoring the intoxicating flavor of her skin.

The crowd went wild, roaring with approval at the graphic display of dominance unfolding before their eyes. Ivan ignored the noise, focusing solely on his helpless prey, intent on reducing her to nothing more than a pliable, lust-drunk toy.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would end up arching her back as her opponent sucked on her nipple, pinching it with his teeth, panting lovingly as she clawed at the mat, she felt so good, she needed Iffy to hold her hand fit this, she wasn't used to having sex with a man like this, it felt so good, she couldn't take it but IF was barely conscious, with her slowly crawling up to the two as she grabbed Cara's hand, making Cara feel better about being dommed like this

[MR. Q]

Sucking Cara's nipple released a rush of sensations through Ivan's body, intensifying his predatory hunger. Her desperate panting, clawing, and loving arch filled him with a satisfaction.

This broken beauty was his for now.

With her other tit freed, Ivan yanked Cara's panties aside, baring her soaked pussy to his avid gaze. In one swift motion, he positioned himself at her entrance and slammed forward, impaling her on his thick cock.

"Take it all, sweetheart," he hissed, his hips slamming against hers. "You're mine now."

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would let out a groan, taking quick deep breaths as she took the thrusts, feeling each pound against her soaked pussy, she felt like she was gonna pass out at this rate, it was clear that Cara was pretty much just delaying the inevitable but she was still holding on, some how

[MR. Q]

Ivan's pace showed no signs of relenting, driving relentlessly into Cara's quivering depths. Her desperate gasps and frantic heartbeat spurred his savage instincts, goading him to take even greater pleasure in her suffering.

He slid his free hand around to grip her hip, using it to grind his pelvis against hers, rubbing her sensitive clit mercilessly. "Can't handle it, baby? Too rough for you?"

With each cruel taunt, Ivan would pause his thrusting only to tease Cara's opening with his engorged tip, coating it in her juices, denying her the satisfaction of full penetration, only to plunge back in seconds later.

The crowd roared at the brutal display, the din fueling Ivan's lust-fueled frenzy.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara used her free hand to grab Ivan's head, pulling him into a soft and loving kiss, moaning as she was mercilessly pounded by her opponent, wrapping her legs around Ivan's waist, as she kissed her opponent's lips lovingly and groaned in abject pleasure

[MR. Q]

Kiss stolen, Ivan pressed forward, thrusting deliberately deep into Cara's welcoming, wet channel, grinding firmly as she wrapped her legs around his waist. For a brief moment, he lost himself in the sensual rhythm, desire swirling in his gut as he filled and ravaged her repeatedly.

Breaking from their lips, Ivan licked down her neck, biting and soothing the sensitive skin with a sinful rhythm matching his piston-like thrusts.

"Gotta take care, sweetheart... You clearly missed having an honest-to-God cock inside y'all once in a while. I can tell my boy is gonna leave y'all panting for more."

Standing up, Ivan secured Cara's supple body against his, her legs still hooked around his waist as he continued to pump in long, powerful strokes. His grip held her pressed tightly against his hardness, his hands roaming possessively over her curves.

With each lift and plunge, Ivan elicited lewd slapping sounds, the echoes of his ruthlessness resonating through the arena.

"Mmm, we wouldn't want my thick cock slipping out, would we?" Ivan purred, punctuating his point as he squeezed her bottom, grinding against her cervix to stir even deeper sensations.

[DarknessMaster]

Cara would hold her girlfriend's hand tighter as she moaned more and more, at this point she was afraid she was gonna go cross eyed, of blind, cum blind? Would that mean she would need to use her girlfriend as a seeing eye girlfriend, it would be romantic...maybe Cara wanted to go blind? Either way though things weren't looking good and the fact that the ref was filming it for her fans wasn't helping

[MR. Q]

Sensing Cara teetering on the edge, Ivan intensified his brutal assault, thrusts becoming erratic and forceful. The arena's screams rose to a fever pitch as the crowd watched Cara's body begin to tremble and spasm in his merciless grip.

"That's it, baby girl, let it all out," Ivan growled, knowing full well he stood on the precipice of reducing her to little more than a lust-addled, whimpering mess.

Just as Cara teetered toward climax, Ivan abruptly pulled free, leaving her aching and empty.

"Not yet, sweetness," he sneered, dragging her by the hand towards the ropes. With a flourish, he tossed her over them, bending her over the top rope, presenting her pert rear invitingly.

"Spread 'em," Ivan commanded through gritted teeth, his rigid member poised to reclaim its rightful place inside Cara's desperate, craving pussy.