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Chapter 14 by Smuckbuttery Smuckbuttery

What does she do to your beaten form?

She wraps her thighs around your neck...

Ecstatic with her victory, Kelsey's mean streak shines through. She lays down facing away from you on the mat, her well manicured feet towards your face, and resumes for the nearest camera from there.

She lays on her side, one elbow on the mat to hold her head up as she rolls her curvy hips around, her hands running up and down lace and skin alike. My wife slowly starts extending and bending her legs to make sensual positions for pics, then lifts one straight up in the air, making a 90* angle between her shapely legs.

The cameramen and audience get a great view, but nothing compared to yours as you have a close-up of her insane ass for the entire show. By the time her leg raises into the air, your erection is so hard it physically hurts, but you just don't have enough left in you to get up off your back yet.

Any thoughts you had that tonight's pain had ended are quickly put to rest as my wife twists her body around, sliding one leg under your head and the leg that was pointing straight up slams down on your neck, trapping your face between her powerful thighs.

Blue eyes aflame with ego and sadism glare down at you as she rolls on her back, forcing you to roll with her onto your stomach. In a deliberately sexy tone she asks "You can't keep your eyes off me can you?", but squeezes her legs together on neck before you can answer, instantly cutting off your air.

"Poor thing, you never had a chance against me." she continues to gloat in her sultry smooth voice. "You must have REALLY wanted to win so you could have your way with me. I almost feel sorry for you..." With the last word her soft thighs turn into muscled granite as she pours the pressure on, pushing off the mat with her arms to put her entire body into the squeeze.

You feel like your head is going to explode, and can feel the first ebbs of **** tease at you as her head-scissors is so tight it cuts of air and blood alike.

Just as you are certain you're being put to sleep, my wife relaxes and her thighs become almost impossibly soft again. You feel one of her hands run through your hair with mock tenderness, before she tugs it back to make you look her in her deep blues. "Almost..." she practically giggles at you.

What do you see in her eyes?

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