Hold firm. Take it like a man! (Requires 8 Stamina)

You grunt and grimace, but don’t break.

Somehow, that mental wall of resilience manages to stay intact as she inserts her artificial cock fully inside of you.

Rising up on your knees, you bear down on whatever willpower you still possessed and simply took it as best you could.

Thrusting in and out of your rear in seductive hip pumps, Kayla briefly closes her eyes to the inherent power trip found in the sexual act.

In your eyes, your opponent may have defeated you in the ring, but she won’t break you.

And in doing so, by not crying out as she perhaps would have anticipated, the black woman then opens her eyes and regards you in a new light.

“Wow, you’re really taking this like a champ, huh?” she observes with an impressed smirk.

And somehow, almost inexplicably, you were.

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.

Letting your body go limp after just a few more powerful thrusts, your masculine body is completely level with the mat as Kayla completely relishes in fucking you from behind.

Judging by her breathing, you could only guess that she’s getting herself off at the visual of fucking you than anything else, but, having acknowledged your defeat, you simply bury your head into the mat and wait until it all plays out.

She fucks your ass for at least another full minute, and yet you don’t give her the satisfaction.

You don’t cry out.

You don’t beg for mercy.

You simply bear down, and take it for however long it may be.

And thankfully, that wasn’t very long.

Within seconds, she finally slows to a halt, sliding her dildo out of your butthole without any of her usual coy comments.

Instead, she gives you a small pat on the back and rises to her feet.

“Interesting,” was her only verbal observation, as she walks to the front of you.

Staring up at her ankles, you slowly raise your head to meet her curious eyes.

Removing her gloves, she ponders you for only a moment before nodding at you, as if out of respect.

“Good try, but better luck next time,” she finally tells you, twirling around on her heel and making her exit.

Your butt is sore, and your ego is most certainly bruised.

But, at the very least, at least you’ve earned Kayla’s respect.