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A big night for the league there will be two title matches one contenders match and three other matches The wrestlers for the three big matches are all in their dressing rooms. The wrestlers for the three other matches are waiting in the hall.
You would have thought that, with Dillon’s jockstrap now gone, Marisa would be about to finish the match. But she still has a trick or two left. Kneeling beside her prone husband (still trying to recover), she grabs his feet and drags his legs to fold them over each other, in a cross between a sharpshooter and an ankle lock. Dillon roars in pain as his knees, shins and ankles are heaved at unnatural angles away from each other. Marisa merely laughs.
Still kneeling, she bundles her husband onto his back over her thighs, holding him like a baby. She spreads his legs wide apart, and allows her left hand to hover over his DEFEAT BONER. She lowers her hand slowly, teasingly, while he blindly clutches the nearest thing for support. It has the familiar, friendly feel of one of his wife’s buttocks. Despite being just about beaten by her, he still manages to be pleased by the unexpected pleasure of grabbing Marisa’s lovely backside.
She, meanwhile, has at last given in to the urgings of the crowd (especially the women) and dropped her hand to clasp Dillon’s balls. Her palm weighs them, kneads them, manipulates them, dallying around the dangerous boundary between pleasure and pain. Dropping him to the mat and arching his back, she continues the ministrations of her hand, laughing as the tip of his cock bobs against her breasts; or gazing, fascinated, at its reactions to her “handiwork”.
“This is how it’s going to be from now on,” Marisa informs her husband, as she allows him to lie on the mat now, so that she can lower herself to sit on his face. “That’s right, you know what to do,” she purrs, luxuriating in the old, familiar feeling as his tongue sets to work. “Good boy!”
She at last relinquishes his balls, and grips his cock. “Up she goes, down she goes, you love it! Faster she gets, faster still, isn’t she strong! Stronger than her husband, who she’s just beaten. You love that too, don’t you? Yes, you do – look how she’s made you cum!”
With the crowd yelling, whistling and cheering, Marisa stands over her vanquished husband and raises both hands in the air, to celebrate winning the title off him.