Let's go!

You stand in the ring across from Black Widow, who is wearing her tight leather jumpsuit as she lounges in her corner, D-cup breasts nearly bursting from their tight prison as she smugly smiles over at you. She forms her ruby red lips into an "O" and runs her tongue along them, causing you to shift uncomfortably as your cock twitches in your red compression shorts, eyes flicking down to that large bulge of hers. She makes her way toward you as the bell rings, pressing that bulge against yours as she puts her hands on either side of you, trapping you in the corner and grinding your bulges together at the start of the match.

"Why don't I teach you how to use that little dick of yours? Maybe give you a chance of actually winning something someday." Her voice is a pleasant rasp that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as she leans in to whisper, breasts pressed against your chest.