Yes

Accepting your fate will be determined by Kelsey's whims alone, you take a single moment to collect yourself and refill your lungs with oxygen before devoting yourself fully to worshiping your conquerors most intimate parts.

You brush your lips against the very top of her inner thighs, your lips flicking over her sensitive skin to immediate affect before your slowly lick the smooth skin where thigh meets something more personal. It's the most amazing taste you've ever had, and despite the uncomfortable pressure of her thighs clamping on your neck and the humiliation of being publicly dominated, you find yourself lost in the act.

Her perfect legs pressing on your cheeks, the sweet smell filling your nostrils, the public shaming, and her honey's taste in your mouth... it's all too much and you find yourself subconsciously grinding your own privates into the wrestling ring you're laying on.

On the bright side, it's not just you enjoying your debasement. My wife's body is completely shuddering as you work your lips and tongue over every inch of glistening soft skin around her slit, perfectly teasing it but never actually quite touching it. Her head is rolling wildly left and right, whipping her hair around and her legs and fingers alike clamp down and into you as her body is wracked with passion.

Between erratic breaths she continues her erotic mantra's. "Yes... worship me... worship your goddess...". You continue servicing her, and find yourself more and more aroused, grinding more desperately against the mat. A loud gasp escapes her lips as you nuzzle your nose over her sweet spot and finally press your lips against the completely drenched bit of teddy covering her swollen mound.

"Worship me ****... I'm so fucking perfect... Worship my perfect body...". You work your tongue{if k_stripped=0} under the fabric,{endif} and finally press it directly against her kitten, expertly teasing her slit with your tongue. You continue fucking the mat as you worship my wife, feeling yourself getting close as Kelsey's thighs clamp down tighter around your neck and begin twitching erratically as her breath becomes more ragged, now barely able to finish a single sentence without some gasp or shutter interrupting her.

You feel a familiar tightness in your groin as you rapidly grind your bulge against the mat, needing so desperately to finish but knowing your wellbeing may very well depend on your performance. "Yes... yess.. oh fuck... worship me.. wor -GASP-... worship meeee... worsh... worsh... wor.. ship... meeeeEEEE!!!!" A final long squeeze of her thighs paired with her body going nearly into complete spasms match her scream of ecstasy.

Her honey pours into your mouth, her own lips twitching and kissing yours, as she shoves your face against it with both hands and her back raises and drops onto the mat in rapid succession in uncontrollable ecstatic spasms. This finally pushes you over the edge, and for every orgasmic pulse of her legs squeezing down on your neck, you feel another pulse in your groin shooting your load all over the inside your wrestling outfit, soaking through the spandex material and puddling on the mat beneath you.

Finally, both of your breathing begins to slow down, and Kelsey lays on her back panting, tracing one hand up and down her body's curves as she settles down. "Good boy indeed..." she manages to gasp out between heavy breathes, the lethal weapons that are her thighs finally loosening, now more resting on your shoulders than wrapping around your neck.