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Chapter 9 by RosyBoy RosyBoy

What does she do next?

Finger you silly.

You find yourself in the center of the ring, crowd swelling with excitement, ankles bound by your own trunks, and vagina **** to a Cherry Bomb. Cherry spreads your legs, as your breathing become heavier, takes one finger and begins penetrating your damp pussy. Your cum provided suitable lube as her finger slides right in. Her cold finger causes you to flinch and holler in surprise. She’s surprisingly gentle, and as her finger makes its way deeper into your snatch you find yourself getting warmer and sweatier. Your chest bounces with each breath you take as Cherry’s finger finds all the right spots. She doesn’t take long to ramp it up with another finger. And then another finger. In no time she’s four fingers deep into your pussy, fingering you senseless.

Your tongue lolls out of the side of your mouth, as your body becomes drenched in sweat. You breathe in rhythm with the harsh fingering that is ravaging your tender pussy. Drool falls from your mouth to the mat and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You feel yourself fading. WHAP! Cherry slaps you back into the realm of consciousness with her free hand. “I don’t want you missing a second of this doll!” The pain intensifies as does the pleasure, as Cherry is knuckle deep into your vagina. You unleash a torrent of cum as you hit your climax, drenching Cherry’s hand with you juices. You let out a resonating coo of ecstasy as the crowd offers thunderous cheers in receipt.

There is a pool of your own fluids on the mat in front on your nether regions when Cherry exits you. There is an audible squelch and a grunt of discomfort from you when she does so. Your breathing has barely slowed, and sweat still coats your skin and drenched your clothes. You have been sapped of all strength and dignity. You can do nothing to fight back. Cherry crawls up to your face, places a knee on your dripping and sopping wet cunt, and slaps her soaking wet hand onto your face. One! Two! Three! The referee counts to three and declares Sour Cherry Bomb the winner of this contest.

Time for your punishment?

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