The "Tit Torpedo", but you reverse to "The Clean N' Jerk"!

The Amazing Ronnie charges you, his hard cock bouncing up and down as he splashes across the oily ring. You wait, your knees bent and ready to launch you out of the way. At the last possible moment you spring from your stance and off to the side.

Unfortunately, your foot slips on the oily mat and what might have been an elegant dive and roll turns into your legs flying out from under you. You fall to the mat butt-first with a yelp of surprise. Your big tits jiggle from the impact.

Ronnie seizes the opportunity your misstep presents. He barrels into your juicy jugs, knocking you onto your back and landing atop you. He doesn't seem to be going for a normal pin.

"Looks like he's going for the infamous 'Tit Torpedo' technique!" The referee exclaims.

Realizing your peril, you quickly twist your torso, interrupting Ronnie's attempt to grab hold of your breasts. With all your strength you thrust your hips and throw the skinny creep from your stomach before he can scoot up your oiled body and slide his prick between your soft love pillows.

Ronnie yelps with surprise as he's knocked onto his butt by your wild bucking. You've got more surprises in store for him.

You roll onto your stomach and push up to your knees, using the momentum to slide the distance over to where Ronnie sits stunned. Before he can react you reach down to his lap and wrap your lubed fist around his hard cock.

Ronnie looks at you with disbelief and you deliver a brutal elbow to his chest, laying him out flat on his back. He struggles to regain his senses, but you pivot on his cock like it's a stripper pole and deposit your toned ass on his chest. Your weight pins him to the mat as your hand begins to glide up and down his stiff prick.

"Ohhhhh!" The Ref shouts. "It's a reversal! Looks like she's going for the 'Clean n' Jerk'. Let's see if she can pin him with it."

Ronnie tries to sit up and pull you aside, but his feeble arms can't dislodge even your svelt body from his chest. All he is able to accomplish is interrupting the referee's count each time it begins. Meanwhile, you're pumping your fist expertly up and down his cock, adding a twist to the motion each time your hand reaches the flared head.

Before you know it he's leaking precum out over your fingers. He continues to grab your hips and ass and try to push you away, but you can tell his heart isn't in it. Ronnied has given up, he just wants to make you finish what you started.

You gently tug his balls with your free hand, squeezing and massaging them against your palm. Your greased fingers work up and down his shaft, you watch his cock darken from red to a pronounced purple. His prick stiffens further. His balls draw up against your hand.

"Ladies and gentleman, it looks like it's working!" The referee cries.

"Please don't stop," Ronnie moans. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gunna CUMMMM!"

Cum fountains from the tip of his dick straight up into the air. The crowd roars with approval. It's as if you're in the slow motion scene of one of those old boxing movies. Your fist pounding up and down, oil and precum flying in droplets from your deft fingers. His shaft bulging and throbbing as another burst of cum rockets from his balls, up the fat trunk of his dick, and explodes from the flared head. When Ronnie is done he collapsed beneath your weight, no longer able to fight off the pin. His cock and your hand are absolutely covered in white sperm. It drips from your fingers and makes a messy puddle around his wilting dick.

"One! Two! Three!" The ref counts out the pin. "The winner is...Just Joyyyyyyy!"

You leap from Ronnie's chest and offer the ref your clean hand to hold aloft. To the crowd's delight you lick the cum from your fingers as you celebrate your victory. They hoot and cheer your bawdy display.

"As the winner, you are allowed to demand anything from your vanquished opponent," advises the referee into a microphone. "What will it be, Just Joy?"

"Hmmmm," you consider his question, "I think I'd like to..."