Be overwhelmed! Her pegging is too much!

As soon as Kayla’s artificial phallus invades your anal opening, your mental resilience melts faster than butter.

The sheer shock and indignity of it all converges on you like an anvil as she plows her near foot long cock inside of your prostrate.

Tasting the mat as she starts to pump her hips against your raised rear erotically, you hold your tongue for only a second, before letting out a defeated moan.

Nothing in your training could have prepared you for the wrecking ball of both pleasure and pain that smashes through your lower half.

Thrusting into your rear aggressively, Kayla, on the other hand, is on Cloud fucking 9 as she joyfully plows into your exposed backside.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, baby,” she breathes out, easily sliding her bulging cock in and out of your butthole thanks to the lubricant that you provided. “That’s fucking it!”

Damn it, don’t cry out! Don’t do it, don’t…

“HOLY SHIT!!” you finally cry out, unable to contain your paradoxical arousal at her anal penetration.

“Oh, you got that right, bitch. Just take it. Take this big, fucking dick in your tight little ass,” she taunts you, giving you a playful smack on your left buttcheek just to rub it in even further.

Groaning and grunting with the black woman plowing you expertly from behind, you can’t even raise your gaze to even meet the referee, who remains at a safe distance back with her usual impassive look not betraying any amusement she might derive from your complete and utter emasculation.

Going limp after just a few more powerful thrusts, your masculine body is completely level with the mat and Kayla is still gleefully fucking you from behind.

“How does it feel, John?” she coos into your ear, her voice barely louder than a husky whisper contrasting against the whimpering noises currently coming out of your mouth. “Knowing that you’re my little whore, my little sextoy?”

Too humiliated (and turned on) to reply, you simply bow your head into the canvas.

“How does it feel knowing you lost to a nerdy girl like me?” she continues to mock you, her dominant words only serving to arouse you even further as those seeds of submission planted by her comments begin to blossom in your groin. “I bet you didn’t even think I knew my way out of a physics book and into the ring, right? Don’t feel too bad, sweetie. All the guys thought the same too.”

“Oh God!” you groan out in response, which apparently was all Kayla needed to hear.

“I know this feels so good right now, but I need you to do me a favor, okay sweetie?” Before you could say anything, you feel her latex-covered hand suddenly wrap around your shaft.

Giving you the patented reach-around, the black woman now sensually begins jerking you off with one hand while still fucking you from behind.

“I need you to show all these nice people what a slut you are. Kayla’s slut,” she teases you in a singsong tone, speeding up her erotic movements up and down your now throbbing length.

Half of you wanted to tell her to get fucked, but then the other half remembered that you are the one currently getting fucked, so any defiant words sent back at her would’ve rang hollow anyways.

Besides, she could stroke like a professional anyways.

You grit your teeth together, clench your fists, but with every seductive thrust of her hips milking your prostrate, your remaining willpower has completely dissipated.

Tensing up as her fingers fervently stroke your manhood, you close your eyes and-

“OH FUCK!!” you moan in ecstasy, the pleasure suddenly overwhelming you mid-thought and causing your senses to go into complete overdrive.

“That’s right, baby. Just enjoy it!” she moans along with you, running her other hand along the muscled lines in your back.

You can hide it no longer.

With a defeated shriek, you erupt all over her gloved hand, using up the very last vestige of strength left to release your seed.

Holding you up just long enough to milk every last rope of cum from your bulging member, Kayla simply looks down in awe at your creamy defeat now staining the canvas.

“That’s a good slut,” she mocks you one last time, kissing the base of your neck and then throwing her head back in ecstasy.

You listlessly faceplant to the mat as she slowly slides her phallic weapon out of your ass, lightly groping your buttcheeks in the process.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen: you’ve seen it here. Kayla claims yet another victim, but the rookie certainly made her work for it,” the announcer surmises, obviously still sympathetic to you.

Rising up from your defeated and degraded body, the ebony woman cocks a triumphant grin as she saunters to your side.

Collecting something from the referee, she plants her bare foot on the back of your head and strikes a trademark pose for the ringside photographer.

“Guess we know who the bitch is now, huh?” she taunts you one last time, before dismissively dropping a towel next to you and doing a bow for her screaming fans.

Well, that could’ve gone better.