Go for a powerbomb.

Forcing her head in between your legs, you take only a moment to steady yourself before lifting her off the ground in one single motion.

Kayla remains perfectly motionless as you hoist her up on your shoulders, a prime position to deliver what was sure to be a whopper of a powerbomb.

Despite the black woman’s body almost slump forward in her elevated position, you still manage to keep her hoisted up high, intertwining your fingers across her thighs for good measure.

“Ob boy, Kayla’s sure gonna feel this in the morning!” the ring announcer chuckles, before adding, “But you know what they say, ladies and gentlemen. What comes up…”

The ebony sexfighter’s emerald eyes suddenly snap open.

“.....must come dow-oh what a minute!”

The ring announcer’s reaction, much like yours, was just a splitsecond too late as Kayla had already wrapped her long legs around your unprotected neck.

What the fu-

Before you could finish your thought, she crossed her ankles around the base of his neck, and with an almost Amazonian burst of strength coursing through her lower body, squeezed your neck.

Taking a step back as the initial wave of disorientation and disbelief pulsated through your brain, you initially attempt to complete the powerbomb anyways, but Kayla had already adjusted her impromptu headscissors into an even tighter triangle.

Grunting against her inner thighs, you **** one hand in between her legs in an attempt to pry her destructive thighs apart, but that almost immediately goes awry as she digs her manicured fingers into the back of your head and forces you facefirst against her panty-covered crotch.

For the briefest of moments, your senses are filled with nothing but pussy, but that pleasurable moment dissipates as her vice grip rears its ugly head once again.

“You might as well tap, John boy! I don’t imagine you’ll have many brain cells left at this point,” Kayla taunts you between violent pulses, before adding, “Not that you had much to begin with.”

“Shut….up,” you attempt to retort, but your voice is naturally muffled by her crotch brushing up against your lips, resulting in your defiant words sounding more like unintelligible gibberish.

Tossing her hair back bemusedly, she coos down on you, “Didn’t Mommy tell you not to talk with pussy in your mouth?”

Eyes narrowing irritably, you find the strength to start staggering towards the nearest turnbuckle to deliver a buckle bomb, but ironically enough you find your knees buckling very uneasily with just the few steps you did manage to take.

“Plan B, then,” you think to yourself bitterly, letting yourself fall forwards with Kayla still **** you, in a sense still delivering the powerbomb.

“Uggghhhh…” You both grunt out in pain as she naturally takes the brunt of the impact, forcing a merciful break from her leggy ****.

Gasping in relief against her now slack thighs, you softly massage your now bruised throat and start to pull yourself up into a more dominant position.

The only problem….her eyes are still open.

“Not so fast, hotshot!” Kayla’s words were punctuated by the same unforgiving legs snapping shut against your neck yet again, keeping you down on all fours with her once again in control.

“When he thinks he’s out, she pulls him right back in!” the ring announcer exclaims as she hooks her left leg over her right, locking in an even tighter triangle this time pulling on her ankle for added leverage.

Desperately kicking up a storm with your hands wildly scratching and clawing at her pulsing thighs, you’re certainly doing everything you possibly can to break free.

But by the same token, Kayla is doing everything she can to keep you trapped in her destructive vice.

Resorting to **** measures with the pain dulling your usually sharp instincts, you switch strategies and sink a fist directly into her solar plexus.

Despite grunting out in response, the female sexfighter gave no other sign of give, else than to mock you, “You’re gonna have to hit a lot harder than that, sweetie.”

Groaning in frustration, you contemplated whether to keep hitting her to **** a break, or simply think of something else that could easily backfire.

Sensing your world now starting to darken, you hastily come to a decision: