Time for Becky Lynch

Mitch returned to the meet and greet. The crowd was starting to file out to their seats, and the wrestlers were being guided out the rear entrance of the luxury suite.

"Becky Lynch will stay behind, but everyone else will leave."

The staff, fans and wrestlers all trickled out, leaving just Mitch alone with Becky Lynch. The stunning redhead was probably the most famous female wrestler on the planet. She looked around at the mostly empty suite.

"Looks like it's just you and me." Becky said in her Irish brogue.

"Becky Lynch wants nothing more than to seduce me right now."

"Well of course she does, silly." Becky laughed before lightly tracing her finger down Mitch's chest. She then grabbed his shirt and **** him back into a chair.

"You just sit back and let The Man do all of the work."

Becky straddled Mitch, grinding her rapidly moistening sex into his. She started to aggressively kiss his neck as she reached down to the hem of her shirt. She paused for a moment to pull it over her head, leaving the gorgeous redhead in a black sports bra. She then locked her lips onto his, kissing him deeply and working her tongue in and out of his mouth.

One of her hands trailed down his midsection before starting to stroke his cock through his jeans. For his part, Mitch was keeping his hands quite busy on Becky's ample breasts. He reached under her sports bra and started to pinch and twist her nipples. Becky moaned into Mitch's mouth before leaning back and tearing away the bra.

Becky then slid to the floor, kissing Mitch's throbbing member through his jeans. She deftly removed his belt and undid the button before freeing his raging erection. Without pause, Becky started taking him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as she lowered her head further, until she'd taken his entire length. The former champion then started to furiously bob her head, making slurping and gagging noises and slobbering all over Mitch's cock.

Not wanting to pass up the opportunity, Mitch grabbed two handfuls of her crimson locks and **** her head all the way down before unleashing a torrent of cum down her throat. Mitch pulled out and painted the Lass Kicker's face white.

"We're not done yet."

"Good. I need you inside me."

Needing no further encouragement, Mitch willed his dick back to life as Becky frantically tore away at her shorts and panties. No sooner than she tossed them to the floor, Mitch pinned her against the wall and slammed his cock into her dripping cunt. Becky's face bounced off the wall as Mitch hammered away at her from behind. Her tits were turning red from his rough treatment, but she was loving every second.

"That's it. Fucking fuck me. Put me through this fucking wall."

As orgasm after orgasm tore through Becky's body, her spasming pussy was practically massaging Mitch's cock. Realizing he needed to get to his seat soon, Mitch shot his load deep into Becky's womb. The Irish star dropped to the ground from exhaustion.

"I'm wiped out. I don't know how I'm going to wrestle tonight. Better load up on protein." Becky said before scooping a handful of cum from her pussy before greedily sucking it down. She continued to collect every drop of cum that was on or in her until she'd swallowed every drop.

Becky hurried off to get ready for the show. Mitch looked around for a moment and had an idea.

"This is my personal suite for the night. It is fully stocked and Stephanie McMahon will be my personal servant for the night."