Let her breathe

You finally pull your shaft out of my wife's barely conscious mouth, and she immediately collapses to the mat face first, her perky ass pointing straight up, jiggling around as she desperately gulps down air.

She rolls around slowly, sucking as much oxygen down her lungs as her raggedly sore throat allows. A mix of precum and drool dribble down her chin, and your hard shaft points victoriously over her.

You pull her up by her ponytail and show her face to the audience, making sure everyone gets a good look of whats left of the jobber slut my wife proved herself to be.

Her eyes flutter open and closed, completely dazed and unfocused. Her tongue falls out of her mouth, furthering the precum drool that is dripping down her face.

Her arms lay completely limp, and the only sound she makes are barely audible moans as her lungs slowly pump oxygen back through her overwhelmed body.

Whats left of her wrestling outfit only furthers her humiliation; What kind of dumb slut would wear a lace thong teddy to wrestle in?

Regardless, she is completely at your mercy to destroy in whatever way you see fit.