Melissa gives up

“Please... stop!” Melissa cries not able to take this humiliation anymore with Humiliatrix on top of her breathing down her neck like a dog in heat as she fucks her, “Do the count! Do the count!”

The referee says he can’t as that wasn’t a pin.

“Fuck!” Melissa cries as her body betrays her and cums again, “I quit! Fuck! I quit!”

The bell rings.

“Due to submission! The winner of the match is Humiliatrix!” Candy says.

The crowd cheers as Humiliatrix gives one more thrust into Melissa before the referee pulls her arm in victory.

“Well, I can say Melissa is a good wrestler, but she is no sex wrestler.” Scot says as the Humiliatrix pulls the butt plug out of Melissa and makes Melissa **** on it, as she gets all her juices off it. Humiliatrix then holds her boot out and tells Melissa to lick it if she wants those handcuffs off.

Melissa looks up with little pride in her eyes she had left but Humiliatrix puts her boot in her face and tells her to lick or this strapon will go in her ass.

Melissa licks the boot of the Amazon with great disdain before Humiliatrix pulls away and gets the key from her belt and undoes Melissa’s handcuffs.

She then pushes Melissa’s ass with her boot making the wrestler fall flat on the mat.

“Oh well, Melissa.” Debbie says as Humiliatrix walks off with a big smile on her face and her strapon glistening with pussy juice. Melissa, in near hysterics, pounding on the mat as she tries not to cry, “There’s always next time.”