Adel Finisher

“And you call this working out?” Angelina's voice echoed through the half-empty gym.

Adel and Vicky froze in their tracks, as if they'd heard and seen a ghost. They hadn't seen Angelina in days.

“Angelina, it's so good to see—” Adel tried to say.

“Cut the crap. I’m here to keep you from making a total fool of yourself against Zofia. You don’t want to end up like me and be forced to hide inside your house for days, do you?”

“Exactly. Why did you do that?” Vicky asked.

“It’s called Keyfabe. It’s to make people believe that our rivalry and the outcome of the match have real significance—that they weigh heavily on the loser and benefit the winner. But enough chit-chat. Adel, what the hell was that?”

“What?” the boy asked, confused.

“Are you going to let Vicky destroy you with her moves without training any of your own? You know you have your debut in a couple of days, right?”

“I didn’t think you needed—”

“Damn, you’re lucky you’re handsome and have a big dick, because you’re a total idiot. If your match isn’t decided, the first one to land their finisher more convincingly wins. If you don’t have a move or sequence in mind before the match that can guarantee you victory, how can you expect Zofia to let you win?” Angelina seemed really angry, and she had every right to be.

Adel hadn’t thought about it, but he did, in fact, need a move he could call his own—one that would guarantee him the win.

With Vicky’s help and Angelina’s instructions, Adel decided to spend the next half hour repeating all the moves he knew best, to see if any of them would inspire him.

Between a throw and a slam, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Without even warning her, he threw Vicky into the ropes in the usual sequence, but as she bounced back and approached him again, Adel grabbed her by the hips as she ran toward him and tossed her into the air, catching her mid-flight and setting her down on his shoulders in a seated position, with his face between Vicky’s legs and his mouth right in front of her pussy.

Vicky was wearing only a pair of simple shorts with a comfortable bikini bottom underneath, both very thin and damp with sweat and all the moves they’d made so far.

Adel began to nibble. His teeth moved the fabric as he tried to press his tongue against Vicky’s covered pussy.

Immediately, the English girl gasped and let out a moan. Adel kept his hands on her buttocks and slowly marched in a circle around the ring, showing just how easy this position was for him.

Vicky couldn’t hold back; the situation was turning her on quite a bit, as Adel’s tongue gave her the satisfaction she’d been seeking. The tension from the training and the upcoming match snapped, and the girl came all over Adel’s face, soaking her shorts even more.

Adel followed her, slamming her to the ground and sitting on top of her as he threw her back onto the mat: a sitdown powerbomb.

Vicky had no intention of moving; she was too caught up in her orgasm and the impact that had left her breathless. Adel could pin her down and count to 100.

But Angelina wasn’t satisfied.

“More sensual, harder. Zofia won’t let herself be pinned down that easily.”

The training continued after Vicky recovered, and Angelina instructed her to do everything she could to prevent Adel from repeating his move and to focus on not getting pinned.

Adel found it very frustrating how the quick-footed Vicky always managed to dodge at the last second or counter his move, often wrapping her muscular legs around him to prevent him from licking her pussy or turning the move into a Frankensteiner or Hurricanrana.

When he did manage to execute his move, it became difficult to make Vicky come now that she knew not to let herself go, and despite his skills with his tongue, he often had to slam her to the ground before she could orgasm, and Vicky always managed to kick out.

At the height of his frustration, after performing his move once again, Adel slammed Vicky to the mat with a powerbomb, but instead of pinning her normally, he lifted her thighs high and then slammed her headfirst into them, bending her like a pretzel and fucking her from top to bottom.

It was easy to pull her clothes off—they were already soaked with squirt and sweat.

Adel started fucking her, aiming to pin her to the mat with his cock, bringing her to orgasm with every thrust.

It worked.

Vicky howled through her orgasms with animalistic, guttural moans. Adel fucked her for much longer than 3 or 10 seconds, and all the while he glared defiantly at Angelina, as if to say, “Is this enough?”

It was. Angelina slipped a hand into her pants and started rubbing her pussy while watching the show.

Adel stopped right after that.

“With this, I’ll beat Zofia. Are you happy now?”

“Oh, you bet—I can’t wait to see it.”

The tension between Adel and Angelina was palpable; they exchanged predatory glances, ready to devour each other sexually. Adel approached her, ready to make her his right then and there.

“Fuck you twoooo…” moaned Vicky, lying helplessly in the ring, making them burst out laughing.

“Sorry, Vicky,” they said in unison.