Elsa barely took the lead

Once the whistle blew, Sonya and Elsa rolled onto their backs, panting heavily as they were finally able to let up. They stared up at the ceiling for a minute before Sonya tapped Elsa on the shoulder and turned her head to look at her friend.

“Good match…” Sonya wheezed.

“Good match…” Elsa gulped, patting her friend back.

Slightly recovered, they pulled themselves up and looked on at Monica to announce the winner.

“First of all,” Monica started, judiciously. “Excellent match from the both of you!”

Sam and Jen and Daxia all applauded their agreement to the hard fought bout. “Whooo! You two were awesome!” Sam cheered.

“And the score….” Monica said, taking both of them by the hand as she stood between them. “Elsa with 28 points… Sonya with 27 points! Elsa is the winner!” The ref raised the Aussie’s arm, much to her shock and elation.

Sonya leaned over and hugged her friend, “You got me this time,” she grinned, clutching Elsa’s hand before she could pull away, then whispered menacingly. “Enjoy it while it lasts…”

“You know I will,” Elsa teased back, narrowing her eyes and sharing the same sinister grin. “Your bottom is going to resemble a donut by the time I’m done with you!” She eyed her friend’s derriere with eager satisfaction.

Sonya’s face went a little pale as she was reminded about the stipulation for her loss. “Ah crap…” she muttered under her breath, leading to a goading laugh from her former tag partner as she pulled away.

“Ah haha! That’s right! Your ass is mine!” Elsa grinned, smacking Sonya hard on the ass. “On your hands and knees, Bitch!”

Sonya sighed and dropped to her knees, leaning forward and catching herself with her hands. Elsa circled around her prize catch, running her fingers over the tall blonde. She knelt down so she could run her hand along Sonya’s spine, down to the curve of her ass. As she lightly caressed Sonya’s backside, Elsa turned Sonya’s head towards the three ladies watching them on the sidelines and murmured, “This is going to make quite the show…”

Sonya’s pupils dilated as she realized this would be a live performance as well. She looked away from the group, embarrassed about what she was about to show them. Elsa let her new sub stew in her anxiety while she prepped for the big event. Monica already had the new, squirting strap-on held out for the winner and helped the winner into the harness.

As they readied themselves, the others watched with a nervous energy. Daxia looked around, feeling a rising urge to leave the ladies to their privacy. Sam saw the new member getting antsy and told her, “Settle down, princess! My girl won, so that means you’re watching this all play out!”

Daxia could feel the heat coming off her chest. She felt very invasive and rude for watching Elsa and Sonya, knowing they were about to have sex together. She was thankful her prize round didn’t have to be public like this. The Asian wrestler felt her nipples poke out from under her bathing suit so she adjusted herself to hide the arousal as they waited for Elsa to strap in.

Soon, Elsa was fully equipped with her new toy. She ran her hand over her freshly adorned cock and smiled, looking over at Sonya who was eyeing it nervously.

“You don’t have to be so shy about this,” Elsa teased. “I know you like them long and hard, you little knob gobblah! ”

Their familiarity with one another meant that Sonya couldn’t deny the accusations. She bit her lower lip, thinking about the long and hard dildo sinking into her backside entry. She squirmed anxiously with her heart pounding up against her chest. Elsa approached her. Her heart pounded even harder. The Aussie stared at her with those hetero-chomatic eyes glimmering with excitement. Sonya could barely breathe.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get your lips around it and suck, you shagger!” Elsa smiled, smacking Sonya’s cheek with the tip of her dildo.

Sonya tried to ignore the others in the room and obeyed Elsa’s command. She opened her mouth and paused, looking at the new toy. She said to Elsa, “You better not cum right away! I know my lips do that to you!”

Elsa’s cheeks burned and she retorted, “Just shove it in your cakehole, slut!”

Sonya smirked, taking the small win, and put her mouth over the sex object. It was rubbery and soft to the touch, bending and flexing under the pressure, feeling more realistic than the blonde had expected. She started rolling her tongue over the fake cock to cover it with her saliva before bobbing her head back and forth so that she could coat it down to the shaft. As she was doing this, she almost gagged! Shocked, she could feel something oozing out the sides of her mouth, she caught some of it dribbling off her cheek and held up her hand to look. It was the preloaded cum coming out of Elsa’s cock!

Elsa giggled. “Right now, you’re looking like a cream filled donut!” she guffawed. “Don’t worry, it’s edible! Drink it down like the trashy cum guzzlah you are!”

**** to obey, Sonya gradually gulped down the creamy concoction. Thankfully it didn’t taste bad. It wasn’t warm like cum but felt weird to ingest from Elsa’s protruding shlong. Elsa started pistoning it in and out, then pulled all the way out, still spewing the jizz out of the tip of her member. It sprayed onto Sonya’s face, drizzling down her nose and chin. Sonya closed her eyes and just took it.

“Oh, don’t you look like a dirty whore now?” Elsa remarked, admiring her handiwork. She emptied the cartridge over Sonya’s hefty bosom. “There, now you’re a frosted cream filled donut!” she teased.

“I told you, you couldn’t handle my lips…” Sonya warned back.

“You just got me dripping with excitement to get you in the ass!” Elsa warned back.

Sonya squirmed uncomfortably, doing her best to ignore the fact that they were doing this with others in the room.

“Just lay back, that’s your best position in wrestling and sex!” Elsa joked, putting a foot on Sonya’s shoulder and pushing her to the mat. She walked up and stood with feet on either side of her cream covered charge, letting the cock dangle between her legs so that the remaining cum dripped onto Sonya’s bare belly while waiting to reload her cum shooter. Monica was by her side, affixing a fresh cum cartridge for her so that she could get back to the action. Once it was properly installed, she got Sonya back on her hands and knees again and turned her head to face the audience again.

“Now it’s time for the main event!” she told her beleaguered prize.