She ends the match quickly, but she's not done toying with you.

—This chapter was written by SmittySmith, posted with his permission.

Jessie smiled as she felt your body give way beneath her impressive body. Bouncing on you with her round ass a final time, she pushes herself to her feet. Sweet Pain circles your body slowly, smiling down at you, driven on by the boos the crowd is showering her with. She raises her hand to her face and slowly blows a kiss to the crowd, which causes the booing to intensify. She slowly moves her hand to her full backside and slaps it, sending her flesh jiggling within her tight costume. That's her signal that the show is about to end.

She looks from your battered body to the corner of the ring and measures the distance in her mind. Just about right, she thinks. She kicks you in the ribs for good measure and to ensure that you aren't going anywhere as she seductively struts to the corner. She bends at the waist as she hoists herself up onto the top rope. She looks at you and slaps her ass a final time before leaping gracefully off the turnbuckle. The sheer athleticism a feat like that would require is amazing in itself. She backflips off the turnbuckle and rotates a full 360 degrees before planting her ass squarely on your face. You groan in pain as your head is lodged deep between her cheeks, creating a pleasurable buzz for Jessie.

She moans happily as she leans back and hooks her arms around your legs, pulling them toward your upper body just enough to inflict a little more pain without causing you to pass out as the official counts the easy pinfall victory for Dulce Dolor.

She shifts her ass in place over your defeated body and stands up, again mocking the crowd by blowing kisses to the booing audience. She prepares to exit the ring, but notices that you start to stir. Apparently there's still a little more fight left in you.

Jessie has one foot on the ring apron, but slowly pulls it back inside the ropes and struts toward your battered body like a predator stalking her helpless prey. You feel her footfalls approaching and try to squirm away, you push yourself up onto your elbows and try to crawl out of the ring, but don't get very far as Dulce Dolor hooks each of your arms around her legs. At first you think she's going to sit on your back and put you in a mind blowing camel clutch, you shudder in fear as the thought alone makes you worry your back will snap in half. But Jessie has other plans.

With your arms secure, Jessie crouches just in front of you. She expertly slips her legs into a different position, away from your elbows and locks them against your shoulders. You gasp as you helplessly lurch forward, your head crammed once again into Jessie's thick backside. She laughs and squeals as your helpless attempts to fight back cause a familiar buzzing sensation from between her cheeks. She clenches her soft but muscular ass, forcing you even deeper. Despite the pain, you can't help but enjoy the feeling of Jessie's smooth flesh against your face and her thick thighs between your fingers. You don't think you can remain conscious much longer.