A pop-up powerbomb!

She comes at you fast.

You react even faster.

Hooking your hands under her armpits, you fling my wife vertically up into the air as soon as she’s in range.

Up, up, and finally down as you catch her with her legs landing around your shoulders. You feel her body shudder as her lace covered slit is slid against your chin into position. Then you feel her fear set in as she realizes what just happened.

She starts to squeeze her creamy thighs against your cheek, though you aren't sure it's her trying to apply a headscissors, or just an involuntary tightening of her muscles from fear.

You don't wait around to to find out.

Strength upon strength is unleashed in a single effort as you hoist and hold Kelsey in a position that’s very familiar to the fans all around.

Your fingers dig into her deliciously soft inner thighs, and you feel her body clench in subconscious response to the sensual stimuli.

My wife opens her mouth in a gasp, but she’s already going down.

Grunting, you slam her down with a vengeance on the hard canvas.

Her spine hits the pine, and the ring almost shakes as the thudding impact registers from pillar to pillar.

Your feet never leave the mat once while you pop her up and then drop her back down for the powerbomb.

Her feet are still up in the air, her toes fully splayed out in their stockings and her body trembling as she's overwhelmed by pain, unable to even react to it.

My wife's mouth is wide open as if crying out in pain, but her slutty sounding voice is nowhere to be heard.

Your expression retains a focused intensity as you glower down and watch her slowly regain enough sense to start writhing moaning in agony.

Her groans of pain are only fuel to the fire that’s burning in your eyes, already consuming the erotic display of her scantily clad form wriggling around and rubbing her lower back on the mat before you.

My wife thinks she’s hurt now.

You crack your neck eagerly.

She’s got a long night ahead of her.