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Chapter 11 by Smuckbuttery Smuckbuttery

What's your next move?

You charge each other!

You stare each other down, knowing this next exchange could decide the winner. Intensity streaks through your eyes and hers, and at the same time you launch towards each other.

You throw a haymaker clothesline hoping to end this quick, but my wife is too quick and ducks under it. She bounces off the ropes behind you and leaps into a frogsplash, knocking you to the ground in front of a corner post.

Climbing on top of you, she delivers several knees to your package, sneering at you as she does so "I'm going to absolutely destroy that cock of yours". Fire burns in her eyes as she grinds her thigh against your aching bulge, both your arms trying to relieve the pain but failing to get between her thigh and your bruised manhood.

With one last twist of her leg, she finally peels herself off of you, sweat dripping from her body. You instantly sit up and clutch your bulge with both hands to try and soothe it, which is exactly what Kelsey was planning. Once both your hands are down there, she turns around and presses her firm ass against your face, pushing your head against the post.

She grabs a rope on each side to stop you from pushing her off, and begins slowly grinding you into oblivion. Her shapely ass completely covers your face and blocks any oxygen, and she enjoys pushing your head back and forth to assert dominance. The thrill of dominance and pending victory fills her body, and her movements reflect this becoming more confident and seductive with each passing moment.

The camera pans in on her face, quietly moaning in pleasure and biting her lip, truly enjoying this moment. Not to be lost in it however, she eventually peels her peach shaped ass off your face, and let's your defeated body fall to the mat.

You lie on your back, trying to regain focus, completely exhausted. Kelsey has hit her second wind, and her eyes burn with confidence and lust for victory as she prepares her finishing move. You are too spent to effectively defend yourself, and your package stands at full mast, straining against the tight spandex material struggling to hold it in.

How does my wife finally finish you off?

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