Make Kelsey Count...

Deciding on an appropriate finish for the once arrogant, now dominated housewife beneath you, you shuffle forward, folding my wife even further, and lower your body down towards her face, trapping her shapely legs beneath you.

You shoo the ref away as you slowly lower your spandex covered cock onto Kelsey's face, her cheeks red and flushed, and her eyes struggling to focus. You look down at your prey, her deep blue eyes like sapphires in a shameful sea of red. "Give me a count slut, or we'll go back to the 'thrashing the jobber' part of tonight's show."

Kelsey's lips part as she tries to form any kind resistance, but she can barely even think straight. She swallows and closes her eyes. "O-One.." she moans out, the sound muffled by your bulge covering her mouth, converting the count into sensual vibrations against your nearly ready to explode cock.

You continue the humiliation, grinding the full length of your rod against Kelsey's beautiful face, her mouth unable to open wide enough to get out from under your cock, and her chin pinned beneath your balls.

"Two.." she manages to **** out, the would be raspy voice spoken directly into your shaft, with millimeters of fabric separating the two. The heat of her breath pushes your closer to the edge.

You can barely restrain yourself from coming right then, the image of my wife's sexy and cocksure body poured into such a skimpy outfit, now broken beneath your manhood mixes with the vibrations of her counting out her own defeat into your manhood. But you hold...

Kelsey continues, her head pressed side to side by your pulsing cock "...Three.." the word is barely a pathetic mewl, her eyes starting to roll back and she is smothered beneath you.

You time it perfectly, her soft lips vibrating against your cockhead through the thing lycra push you over the limit.

With a roar of pleasure, you unleash the largest load of your life, soaking completely through the spandex and smearing across my wife's face in thick cum as you press your cock harshly down against her mouth, your hands releasing her wrists to grab the sides of her head, and pulling her face even tighter against your crotch, forming an airtight seal.

The Blue Angel's tongue instinctively flicks out as her eyes shut tight, and she moans in pleasure as she tastes your dominant seed finishing her off.

Your orgasm last an eternity, cum shooting out in seemingly endless streams, each new pulse and throb of your rod sending out another wave of sticky cream indirectly against my wife's face.

Kelsey's eyelashes flutter, her eyes rolling back into her head, and her legs beginning to jerk and twitch wildly.

After a few more moments, your cock finally starts to deflate, you stand up, pulling Kelsey's limp, cum soaked face with you a few inches before letting go and watching her limp head drops back to the mat with a thud, completely ****.