Is that a Vibrator? (Face)

Face +5

You take a look outside the ring, and see a table overflowing with sex toys. Dildos, strapons, buttplugs, and vibrators of any type. In particular you see a hitachi wand you decide has your name on it.

Yours and Kali's.

You hop down to the table, grab your weapon of choice, and climb back into the ring. You pull off your bottoms, then grab the crotch of Kali's leotard and tear. Aligning your pussy with hers, folding your legs together in a scissoring position, you slide the wand between your already glistening slits. She looks up at you in a slight daze, whatever spell the pain of the match had over her vanishing when she realizes what you're up to.

You flick on the vibrator, and the waves of pleasure hit your brain as fast as your nerves can transmit. She moans too, indicating just how much she's loving this, and it's the same amount as you. You lean in, pressing the vibrating bulb as deep as you can into her, and yourself by proxy. She moans so hard her head lifts off the mat, as if the pleasure returns her strength to her.

God she's beautiful, you think, now that you can see it. You couldn't really before because of all the adrenaline and hype, but here, in this ring, you want her. At some point in your thigh fucking, she gathers enough strength to rise, her gymnast flexibility coming in handy as she looks into your eyes. Her mouth quivers as she whispers, "I'm coming... kiss me."

And you can't deny her.

Your lips smack as your lower lips quiver in unison. You cum together, your juices staining the mat as they flick off your spasming pussies. You finally turn off the vibe, and rest your head in her shoulders as she does the same to you.

Suddenly the outside world floods in as the crowd gives you both standing ovations. You look at your former opponent, see her smiling face, and help her to her feet. You both wave to the crowd as you walk out of the ring, with her using your shoulder as support.

When you get backstage, Kali says, "Thanks... that was really fun. I err... hope we can do that again sometime."

"Which part?" you tease, watching her face turn as red as Christmas cloth as she hobbles away without answering