Finals

"Greeting, Stone." Mama says to the camera as naked men and women lie among her looking spent and covered in cum. Mama sits up in bed, her breasts clearly leaking and been drink upon with how many milk mustaches are on the men and women, "Or should I call you Bull?"

She then gesture towards the bodies around her, "You see this, Stone? You could've had this. But no, you got to prove that you're hardcore. That you can't be dominated by a woman. Or better yet fall in love with said dominating woman. Oh no, your stupid 'gangsta rap' code won't allow it. Come on Bull admit that you are in love with me. It's no shame. Look at all my slaves that I got. They are all in love with me. Why do you think I keep them? To help me raise my gardens, to cook, to raise my children. Or maybe you are looking for something more then being one of my slaves or lovers. Maybe you hearing certain bells? Well, I'm sorry honey but so far only one man and one woman has reach those ranks and they all proved something special to me. But I will say this darling. If you prove yourself in the Royal Match I might, MIGHT, think about making you husband number two. Because if your skill is as a big as your cock then you will be be someone I have to keep around. What do you say, Mr. Bull? Are you good enough for me to put a diamond ring onto your cock? My pussy is wet with anticipation of finding out. Ta ta for now."

Mama waves to the camera.

The camera goes back to the commentary desk, "Wow, things are getting serious between The Bull and Mama."

"I say, Dixie. We might be looking at Mr. Luv two if things go the way Mama wants them. And let's be honest, we want them to go that way."

"Probably Titus too if he admits it."

"Well, let's not sit around here and ponder the royal match as the final match is on and its next!"

"Oh joy!"