She finishes you her way!

The crowd is still shocked by this sudden change of fortune, but for Kayla, she’s used to it.

After all, plenty of overconfident and overly macho sexfighters in her past have underestimated her, even when they thought victory was just within their grasp.

And every time, she made them pay, quite dearly.

It’s just like the old saying: when they give you an inch, you take a mile.

Leering down at the now drooling rookie nestled firmly between her legs, her previous fear and anxiety is now replaced by her usual overconfidence.

“Now, that was a little too close,” she teases his fading expression, playfully stroking his damp hair.

Indeed it was, as she was still sitting on the table that he so valiantly attempted to powerbomb her through.

In her instinctual drive to avoid just that, she locked in a last-ditch headscissors attempt that did the trick, but perhaps a little too well.

Regarding his slumbering features with bemusement, the black woman once again reminds herself that even she doesn’t know her own strength at times.

But nonetheless, the job is done.

And now...to reap the rewards.

“Okay, off you go!” Gently nudging him off with one foot, she plops off the table with the previously in-control rooie now collapsing bonelessly at her feet.

Making a condescending tsk-tsk with her lips, she grabs a handful of his black hair and calmly drags him right back towards the ring.

“Just when you count her out, the ‘Mistress of Submission’ finds yet another way to prove you wrong.”

Using both hands to drag his near lifeless body to the ring apron, she exerts a considerable amount of energy in bringing him up to a half-standing position, and even more in finally rolling him back into the ring.

Taking a moment to recollect herself, Kayla whipped her raven black hair over her shoulder and simply breathed in the moment.

Through the ropes, she sees a defeated and humbled ‘man’ with his eyes closed and his ass slightly raised.

Just how I like ‘em.

Kneeling down before the ring apron, she reaches underneath the ring and, now grinning evilly, closes her hand around something.

***

You finally come to in the middle of the ring to a very peculiar sensation forming around your nether regions.

Still feeling the aftereffects of her oppressive headscissors, you lift your head up groggily to see that your wrestling trunks have been quietly liberated from your groin, allowing the arena breeze to caress up your now slightly flaccid length.

But, of course, that is only the least of your problems.

“Anyone even tell you you look so cute when you’ve been knocked out?” Kayla mocks you from her towering position over you.

Too weak to respond or even do anything, you try to put on a defiant mask.

“Awwww, still playing ‘tough guy’, huh?” Tilting her head to the side playfully, she suddenly brandishes a small vial in her right hand.

“Well….” Opening it, she crouches down next to you. “Maybe this can help you open up some. Here, open wide.”

With no other choice, you groggily obey her instructions as she tenderly pours the pink liquid down your mouth, emptying the bottle within only a few seconds.

It only took half a long for the full effects of the mysterious substance to take hold.

Immediately, arousal floods your body from nearly every angle, the sudden intensity rendering your limbs weaker than jelly.

“Congratulations! You are my latest guinea pig for something I’ve cooked up for these special occasions,” Kayla grins down on you haughtily, her white teeth showing.

Fully paralyzed in pleasure, you gasp out, “Wha-?”

“It’s an aphrodisiac,” she explains almost dismissively, as if it’s just any ordinary ****. “You’re too zonked out of your mind to fully appreciate the scientific genius of my latest invention, so I’ll just explain it like this: it makes you feel real good.”

“Real good? Fuck that, I feel freakin' amazing! I feel...I feel...” Your last thoughts trail off as the pleasurable waves converge right on your now bulging cock.

“Good boy,” she coos at you approvingly, taking one hand and teasingly moving it down your belly, your waist, and finally, your-

“HOLY SHIT!!” you nearly yell out as her experienced hand closes in on your naked manhood, sending an electrical bolt of pleasure right up your spine and in your brain!

“So, it’s working to your satisfaction, then?” she grins, working your cock only at half-speed while her concoction does the rest.

Feeling more turned on and sexually excited now than in any other point of the match, your face is almost red as the blood furiously pumps downwards towards your throbbing shaft that is now being massaged and groped sensually by the smug black woman.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be much longer!” she continues to tell you, her words lost in the growing cloud of charged up lust running roughshod through your mind.

Barely able to focus, you breathe in and out with buggy eyes like a damn meth addict as the orgasm builds, and builds, and builds….

“Won’t...give…..you...” Suddenly losing the ability to speak, you now only moan and groan as her hand seductively glides up and down your shaft, her taunting laughter only turning you on even more.

“Oh, I think your little friend is going to give me exactly what I want. But the question is: how long can you resist me?”

Her stroking intensifies, leaving you a complete wreck.

“10 more seconds, maybe? 20, or 30, or...?”

You barely last 5.

With a passionate cry, you explode right into her probing hand, sealing your defeat with your creamy seed tainting her forearm and dripping down to the canvas.

The warm heat built up from her handjob rewards your surrender as you helplessly watch your cock twitch with defeat against her womanly digits.

Almost casually, she looked up at the electronic timer as if noting an observation. “Well, 27 seconds is quite the achievement. Most guys I tried this on lasted at least 30, but I won’t hold it against ya.”

I hate my life.

You’ve lost a point for domination.