Not a chance

Casey staggered back to her feet, only for Mimi to smash the bottle over Casey’s head. Casey was back on the mat in an instant, her body gleaming in the clear liquid as Mimi posed a little for the crowd.

She climbed up the turnbuckle and blew the dazed Casey a kiss. “Bonne nuit, my little American slut.” She flipped off the top turnbuckle, landing in a body splash across Casey’s chest that made her bounce off the mat from the impact.

Mimi got up, dusting herself off primly and daintily lifted her skirt before sitting her plump, round asson Casey’s face. She grabbed both of the annihilated Casey’s arms and pulled them up, forcing Casey’s face right up her ass. “Eet is over, peeg.”