it's something, alright...

Carrie faked Ronnie out with a punch, getting hold of his hair and pulling him against her soft body. She held his head under her arm as she worked her punches into his side, making grunts **** their way from his body in pain. She didn’t let him go when she tagged Christy in, both girls kneeing him in the face and knocking him to the mat. They spread his legs like a wishbone and stomped his balls before stroking their feet up and down his cock through his shorts.

Ronnie moaned and felt the special Viagra kicking in, hardening to his usual size almost instantly. Carrie finally left the ring and Christy lifted up Ronnie, who was struck by a wave of lust. “Move it, tiny,” she teased. “Let the nice crowd see your pretty little baby dick…”

Ronnie grabbed her arm and spun her around, thrusting his gorged manhood up against her ass, sliding into the area between her buttcheeks and making her jolt in surprise. “Who you calling tiny?” he boasted.