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Chapter 23 by batman4 batman4

What's your plan of attack?

Sexual Humiliation. (Requires 3 Strength)

Exploding into action, you feign a collar-and-elbow tie up to coax her into putting up both arms, before ducking underneath her outstretched armpit right into her oh so **** blindside.

“Bait-and-switch, bitch,” you mentally taunt her, now emerging with both arms wrapping around her waist.

Cinching in a waistlock just before she could twirl back around, you quickly lift her off her feet with a heavy grunt, plant your feet firmly, and then let gravity do the rest.

Keeping her in the air for only a second or two, you slam her right back down belly first in an always satisfying mat return.

Keeping your arms tethered around her, you quickly position yourself to her right with her grimacing features still pressed against the canvas.

“No wasted movement here, folks. Whatever the rookie’s got planned, he’s gonna make every second count,” the announcer observes.

Indeed he will.

Untangling just one hand, you grab her flailing left forearm before it could rear back at you, and then decide to give the submission specialist a taste of her own medicine.

You can’t help but smile gleefully at the satisfying feeling of twisting Kayla’s forearm painfully against the small of her back, much to the black woman’s chagrin.

“That’s not even how you apply it, you stupid-eeee!” Before she could get her defiant retort out, you wrench her forearm back even further.

She couldn’t bite back a small but audible yelp of pain this time, giving you all the confirmation you needed.

Wincing heavily with her cheeks pressed against the mat, Kayla tries kicking out at you with her trained legs, but you’ve strategically placed yourself just out of her line of sight.

Nevertheless, he woman continues to thrash about in your grip as you lift up your right hand and teasingly trace it down the curve of her back, right towards….

“Don’t you fucking dare!” the woman suddenly shrieks out, her previously calm, cool, and confident and voice now stricken with panic as your fingers tug at the waistband of her panties.

Narrowing your eyes at her heightened struggles, you respond by bracing a knee against her lower back to keep her pinned down.

Her struggles only become more energetic and frenetic as you tug the white fabric to the side revealing her shaved womanhood, her caramel-colored flower already bristling with erotic anticipation.

As expected, the crowd comes alive at the **** unveiling of Kayla’s pussy, playing right into your hands.

“Let’s give the people a little sneak preview for later, shall we?” You flash your struggling opponent a cocky grin before plunging your fingers inside of her!

Kayla’s eyes bulge in shock as your fingers slip inside of her now exposed pussy, but that quickly gives away to the pure ecstasy that lights up her beautiful face within seconds.

“You fucking...you….fuck..._fuck _that feels good…” Even her sexually-charged words reflect the ongoing conflict inside of her as your hand expertly circles around her clitoris before going even deeper into her feminine folds.

Releasing a soft coo as your digits continue to probe and explore her womanly cave, the nurse has all but given up on resisting you, instead bucking her hips in sensual rhythm to your fingering.

“Oh God!” she gasps out as you relentlessly attack her vagina, the increasing dampness now coating your fingers only motivating you further.

With every erotic pump of your skillful fingers inside of her wanting pussy, you could sense your opponent’s once ironclad resilience starting to melt away.

Still facedown on the canvas with the bulk of your weight pressing down on her lower half, excited moans now escape her quivering lips as your patented digits slip in and out of her womanhood.

To get an even better angle, you lift up one of her shapely legs over your shoulder, granting yourself an even better view of your hand furiously attacking her femininity.

“Still think you’re in charge?” you taunt her lightly, smirking confidently at the submissive cries erupting from the supposed ‘Mistress of Submission’ in response.

Increasing the pace as her body writhes pleasurably against your probing fingers, you can almost taste victory as her moans of ecstasy finally started to build to an erotic crescendo.

The black woman’s body suddenly tenses up as your fingering starts to go into overdrive, her limbs now starting to grow limp with pure arousal pulsating through her petite frame, and not a second later…..

What happens next?

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