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Chapter 8
by drrty_dawg69
Can I get free?
I need to catch my breath first...
We roll onto our knees, then she drags me to my feet again, never releasing me for a second. I realize that I can turn the tables on her by suplexing her in turn.
I set her up for liftoff, and she gasps when I use her twat as a handhold. She finally lets go of my cock and balls, but I simply can't pick her up, not yet anyway. It's too soon after I was dropped flat. I need to rest for just a moment.
Always the competitor, she gives me no time. She hooks my leg behind my knee, but she's struggling, too. I try to shove her off, but she's still controlling my leg and I can't get my footing. I slip two fingers inside her, and she moans softly, letting me leg slip from her grasp. I press forward, and she loses ground, backing into the ropes. I bend my knees to lower myself, and begin lifting her off her feet at last.
But she catches the rope with her foot and stops my suplex dead, bouncing back down to her feet. She pushes me back toward the center of the ring, and I offer little resistance, feeling lightheaded after being held in the headlock for so long. She grabs my leg again, and this time manages to heave me up and over. I crash down on my upper back, and am instantly seeing stars.
"One," she counts, her voice far away in my current daze. "Two."
I try to roll over, but my hooked leg prevents me from going anywhere. She arches her back in a bridge to increase the **** pinning me.
"Three!" she says, panting. She finally lets me go, and we lie on the mat, resting. "Yay, I won!" she squeals in girlish joy.
She crawls on top of me and kisses me a few times. I smile, but gently shove her shoulder, nursing my bruised pride.
"What's wrong, darling?" she asks with an innocent curiosity.
"That got a little too rough for my liking, we should just have sex next time."
"I'm sorry!" she apologizes earnestly. "But you said you'd like it if I became more dominant..."
I laugh. "I did, didn't I?" I respond, giving her pigtail a playful tug.
"Let me make it up to you," she whispers, gripping my penis gently this time, and giving it a lick with a sly flick of her long tongue.
I don't protest.
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Newlyweds' Erotic Wrestling Match
A sensual battle of the sexes
Pro wrestler husband vs. MMA wife. Comment/rate if you like it, and there may be a sequel!
Created on Apr 12, 2012 by drrty_dawg69
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