The second the bell rings, Angel kicks you in the stomach. Before you know it, your back is already on the mat. She lies down over you, pressing her breasts over you face— you can feel the rubbery plastic of her dildo poking into your ribs. You muster your strength, and push her off your face, and try to wriggle free from her grip, but she’s firmly planted her legs over your own lower half.
“God, I love your hair!” she says. You’re taken aback. Was that meant to be sarcastic, or dirty talk? Both? “Not as much as I love your tits, though…” she grins, slipping her hands underneath the cups of your bra. She squeezes tightly, then expertly rolls her wrists, stripping your top while still caressing you. The crowd cheers.
"Don't worry, baby. You're gonna get used to this," she says, staring into your eyes. She leans in for a kiss. You’re completely dumbfounded, only able to close your eyes and feel her embrace.
You feel her hand slide down, over your stomach, gently rubbing your waistline, and you shiver at her touch. She breaks away from the kiss for a moment, to laugh. She pulls your panties aside, and slips the strapon into you.
It hurts like a son of a bitch at first, but then, it feels good. As if you were meant to be a woman's love. She starts pumping in and out of you. Your mind can't comprehend what's going on. All you know is her strapon feels good and she smells nice. You begin to pant, and soon, you find yourself approaching your climax.
"You gonna come for me, baby? I can feel it...I can feel it coming..." she says. She slams into you harder, and you let out a moan. "Come on, baby! Let me hear it!" You let out a loud moan as you climax.
The crowd goes wild. You completely forgot where you were and what you were meant to be doing.
Angel smiles in victory.
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