Destiny

The match begins with the bell sounding and the two competitors meeting in the middle of the mat, both of them wrestle each other to the ground and there is a few moments of tangling, neither of them gaining control over the other.

Wrecker eventually get on top of Destiny and groped her massive tits, rubbing them and squeezing them with his large and rough hands. Destiny struggled against him as he pulled the sports bra off over her head and through it to the ground besides her, he got back to groping her tits.

Wrecker then got a little carried away and tried to grab at Destiny's still covered pussy, however, the position this put himself in made him easier to knock off balance, Destiny now able to gain the upper hand as she is able to pull his singlet down his body and off of him, leaving him completely naked in one move.

"Clever girl." He muttered, catching his breath as he steadied himself before pouncing on Destiny, however, she anticipated this and was able to wrestle him to the ground and pin him by dropping her shapely ass on his face. Now, facing his exposed cock she could start having some fun, but instead of grabbing at his cock, she grabbed both of his legs and pulled them towards her, now pinning his legs back by his own head using her hands and putting him into a reverse matchbook facesit pin. This put not only his cock in her sights, but also now his asshole. Although, the precarious position she was in meant that her hands were preoccupied, so her tongue would have to do. She spat on into Wrecker's tight asshole amidst muffled cries of protest but she ignored him, her tongue diving into his ass as she rimmed him well. She rocked her crotch back and forth across his face whilst she tongue fucked his asshole, he tried his best to lick her from below, to get some semblance of control over the situation, but she was still clothed down below and his tongue was not enough to give her any sort of pleasure just yet. However, Destiny was still getting turned on by the situation she was in, hearing his muffled moans of pleasure against her crotch whilst she drove her tongue into his anus was getting her soaking wet. The more he struggled and protested, the more her hips would rock against his face, her now soaking wet pussy now gyrating over him as she began moaning with pleasure.

Wrecker noticed her getting lost in the moment and capitalised whilst she was distracted. He rocked forward with enough momentum to shake her off of him and land them both on the floor, he was quicker to react and straddled her body, instead of going straight for her pussy, he shifted up her body, trapping her arms by her side with his legs and positioning his cock in front of her mouth, he thrust his fully erect member into her mouth, pumping in and out whilst he face fucked her, Destiny, helpless on the floor as her mouth was fucked by his massive cock, all she could do was gag on him. To make matters worse for her, he was able to reach behind himself and slip two fingers underneath her shorts and begin finger fucking her from atop of her.

The crowd was now going ballistic at the combined **** on Destiny's mouth and pussy, but Wrecker knew he couldn't keep this position too long. He was getting far too much pleasure from Destiny's soft and plump lips against his cock. If he kept this up too long he'd cum inside her mouth and lose the match. So, he switched positions, doing a 180 on top of Destiny so he was in prime position to remove her shorts and give himself better access to her pussy, whilst his cock and ass remained out of reach for Destiny.

Wrecker could now bury his face in Destiny's pussy and use his tongue and lips to bring her to orgasm. The male sexfighter's tongue worked furiously as he hungrily lapped at her clit, trying his best to bring her to an orgasm. This position wouldn't last too long, however, as Destiny was eventually able to buck Wrecker off of her, the two sexfighters both of them on their knees now faced each other.

The two seemed to nod at each other with approval as they both moved towards each other and embraced one another in a deep and passionate kiss, both of their tongues wrestling against one another for dominance. Destiny's hand moved first, sneaking its way to Wrecker's cock, grasping it and jerking it up and down, eliciting a soft moan from him as his cock was being worked by an expert handler. Wrecker joined in not long after, rubbing Destiny's pussy slowly before sliding two fingers into her wet snatch. She also couldn't help but contain her moans. The battle for dominance had gotten both of them so turned on that it was only a matter of time before one of them blew. It was neck and neck.

It would be Destiny that would take control of the situation, pushing Wrecker to the ground and mounting him, sliding his large cock into her soaking wet pussy, she began to bounce up and down on his dick, her cheeks clapping as she rode him in cowgirl position.

Wrecker's eyes widened as he realised what was happening, he tried struggling against her but she pinned his arms down and carried on riding him, increasing in pace as both of them moaned and groaned with pleasure.

The quicker and harder Destiny would ride Wrecker, the closer he was getting to cumming, but she too ran the risk of orgasming on top of him as his huge cock penetrated her from below. Up and down her juicy ass bounced until it seemed Wrecker had all but given up, his body began to tense up and all the telltale signs of an orgasm began to affect him. Destiny knew she had him where she wanted him but she was getting close too.

She took a risk and let go of his arms, instead opting to wrap her hand around his throat whilst she rode him, the added sensation of being utterly dominated would surely be enough to make him cum.

"That's right you little slut, cum for me right now. Be a good boy and cum inside of me." She whispered to him, **** and fucking him relentlessly. This done the trick as he almost instantly gave her the reaction she wanted, his body shuddered and he let out a pathetic moan as he splurted thick white ropes of cum inside of her.

Destiny smirked devilishly and squatted above Wrecker, pushing the creampie out of her as his own cum dripped onto his body. The crowd went ballistic at this, hooting and hollering as Destiny stood over Wrecker, flexing for the crowd and blowing them kisses. Wrecker lay on his back, the orgasm just finished washing over him but he wasn't given a moments rest. Before he had chance to react, Destiny was sitting on his face and demanding he eat her out, regardless of whether his own cum was dripping from her pussy or not.

Wrecker obliged and hungrily lapped up at Destiny's pussy, too tired to even bring his hands up, he licked at Destiny's throbbing clit until she came hard all over his face, moaning loudly and throwing her head back as the orgasm that was building for the whole match was finally released.

"You sure know how to use that tongue, Wrecker." She admitted with a sigh of pleasure, standing up and making her way over to the crowd. Wrecker followed suit, getting up and appearing to make his exit until he was stopped.

"And just where do you think you're going?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, we're not done yet." Destiny smirked, walking back onto stage, a large purple strap-on now on her waist.

Wrecker grimaced and got back onto his knees.

"Aw and he even knows what position he deserves to be in." Destiny taunted and slapped the strap on across his face before shoving it into his throat, Wrecker obliged by sucking the strap on with the best of his abilities, deep throating it and spitting all over it to get it as wet as possible. Probably because he knew where next it was going. Destiny enjoyed Wrecker's blowjob and admittedly he was pretty good for a straight man that had only ever experienced a strap-on in his sexfighting career a handful of times.

It wasn't long before Destiny was giving Wrecker some payback, grabbing the back of his head with both hands and face fucking him with the strap on as he had done to her in their match. Spit and slobber went everywhere as the strap on hit the back of his throat, causing him to gag.

Destiny removed the strap on from his mouth and walked around the back of him, pushing him to the floor so that he was on his hands and knees. The fake cock, now covered in spit was lined up with Wrecker's asshole. She wasted no more time and slowly inserted the take cock into his tight ass, he moaned with pain and pleasure as it penetrated him and she began slowly thrusting into him.

"That's right, let all the crowd hear your slutty little moans." Destiny taunted some more as she began pounding him even quicker from behind. Leaning forward to pull his head by his hair and kiss his neck and nibble on his ear.

"This asshole is mine, you hear me you fucking slut." She whispered into his ear in between biting his ear lobe in a display of dominance. All Wrecker could do in response was moan like the anal slut he was as his ass was pounded better than ever before.

Destiny increased the speed of her brutal thrusting, even mixing her movements up with some grinding as Wrecker could only take it like a bitch, though deep down both fighters knew he loved getting his ass fucked this way. Or at least, now he did.

"Now jerk that cock and cum all over the floor like a filthy bitch!" She demanded of him, and he did just that, jerking his cock furiously so he could orgasm for a second time in front of the audience. This mixed with the intense pounding from behind brought about another orgasm quickly. Wrecker let out another huge spurt of cum all over the floor, as he done so, Destiny pulled the dildo from out of his ass, allowing him to collapse in the pool of cum.

"Now, now, Wrecker. Make sure you clean up all your mess, good boy." She chided, the implication being clear to him as he began to lick up the puddle of cum off the floor, whilst Destiny and the audience watched with glee.