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Chapter 8 by Cerubean Cerubean

He's not done with you

He face fucks you!

As the referee declares him the winner, the scrawny man turns his attention back to you, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He grabs your hair, yanking your head back painfully. "On your knees, slut," he commands, his voice dripping with dominance. "Clean up the mess you made. "He pulls out his still-hard cock, slapping it against your cheek. The crowd falls silent, eager to see what will happen next. Tears of humiliation burn your eyes as you realize he's not done with you yet. Slowly, you lower yourself to your knees, the cold mat biting into your skin. He presses the head of his cock against your lips, smearing his own cum and your ass juices across your face. "Open wide, bitch," he sneers, his grip on your hair tightening. "I want to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick."

With a sob, you part your lips, and he shoves his cock into your mouth. The taste of his cum and your own ass fills your senses as he begins to fuck your face. His hips pump back and forth, forcing his shaft deeper with each thrust. Tears stream down your cheeks as he uses your mouth, his balls slapping against your chin. The crowd cheers him on, loving the degrading display. "Take it all, you fucking slut," he grunts, his fingers tangled in your hair. "I'm gonna cum down your throat and you're gonna swallow every drop. "He picks up the pace, his breathing growing ragged as he nears his climax. Your jaw aches, and you gag around his thickness, but he doesn't let up. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and unleashes a torrent of hot, sticky cum into your mouth and down your throat.

As the scrawny man pulls his cock out of your mouth, you collapse onto the mat, ****. Cum drips from your lips and asshole, pooling beneath your limp body. The crowd stares in shock and awe at the brutal, degrading finish to the match. The referee rushes over, checking your pulse and shaking his head. He declares the scrawny man the winner by knockout, the crowd erupting in cheers once more. The victor stands tall, basking in his triumph, his spent cock still glistening with your saliva and his own cum. Medics rush onto the mat, carrying you away on a stretcher

What's next?

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