Louisa sat in the locker room, lacing up her boots and mentally preparing for her upcoming match. Her buxom figure was noticeable even beneath her wrestling gear. But Louisa knew that her success was not solely due to her physical appearance; it was her skill and determination in the ring that had brought her this far.
As she finished tying her boots, she stood up and started stretching, making sure to warm up her muscles and get her blood pumping. The spandex material of her wrestling outfit hugged her curves tightly, accentuating her figure. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand.
Louisa knew that her opponent was a formidable wrestler, but she was determined to give it her all. She had been training hard for weeks, perfecting her moves and studying her opponent's weaknesses.
As she continued to stretch, Louisa's mind wandered to her past matches. She had faced some tough opponents before, but she had mostly managed to come out on top. Her success was due to a combination of her physical prowess and her mental toughness. But not a few men were getting boners while watching her wrestle and nobody could blame them, since she was a natural 38G.
With only a few minutes left before she had to make her way to the ring, Louisa stood up and started pacing. She needed to get her head in the game and focus on the task at hand.
As she walked, she could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was ready. She was prepared. And she was determined to win.
With a final deep breath, Louisa headed towards the arena. It was time to show the crowd what she was made of.
As Louisa approached the ring, her tight spandex outfit hugged every curve of her body, causing heads to turn and eyes to follow her every move. She climbed onto the apron with ease and slipped between the ropes, her body glistening under the bright lights of the arena.
Once inside the ring, Louisa began to stretch, her muscles rippling beneath the tight spandex fabric. Her movements were fluid and graceful, her body bending and flexing with each stretch as she prepared herself for the upcoming match.
As she stretched, Louisa's mind raced with thoughts of strategy and technique, her focus never wavering from the task at hand. She knew that her opponent would be tough, but she was determined to give it her all.
Louisa was surprised to see that her opponent was not Lisa Luscious, as she had been expecting, but a 400lbs bald man with an impressive glistening body made of muscle and fat. She felt a twinge of anxiety, realizing that this match was going to be even tougher than she had anticipated.
As Louisa stood in the ring, she felt a sense of excitement and anticipation building within her. But when her opponent, Rage, entered the ring, that excitement quickly turned to fear.
Rage was a behemoth of a man, towering over Louisa with his massive frame. As he approached her, she could feel the ground shake beneath her feet, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
But before she could even think about fighting, Rage reached out and grabbed the edge of her tight spandex leotard, pulling it up and exposing more of her curvy body. The ring lights shone down on her, making the fabric semi-transparent, revealing her ample curves and curves of her buxom figure.
Louisa felt humiliated and violated, but Rage only laughed and taunted her. "Look at you, little girl. All dolled up in your tight little outfit. You're not a wrestler, you're just a piece of meat waiting to be devoured."
Louisa's anger burned inside of her, and she knew that she had to stand up to Rage and fight back. With a fierce determination, she locked eyes with him and said, "You can try to humiliate me all you want, but I won't back down. I'm a wrestler, and I'm here to fight."
Louisa stood her ground, trying to ignore Rage's taunts and focus on the fight ahead. But as she looked down at her tight spandex leotard, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about how much of her buxom figure was exposed.
The front of the leotard hugged her curves tightly, accentuating her ample chest and toned abs. Meanwhile, the backside of the leotard was cut high, revealing much of her shapely rear end.
Louisa tried to push these thoughts out of her mind and focus on the match, but as she locked eyes with Rage, she could tell that he was enjoying every minute of her discomfort.
As the bell rang, Louisa knew that she had to come out strong if she wanted to stand a chance against her massive opponent. She launched herself forward, aiming a pow-erful punch at Rage's midsection. But the blow barely fazed him, and he responded with a devastating counterattack that sent Louisa tumbling to the mat.
Undeterred, Louisa got back to her feet and tried again, launching a flurry of punches and kicks at Rage. But he deflected them effortlessly, his massive arms blocking her attacks with ease.
Frustrated and feeling like she was fighting a losing battle, Louisa decided to take a risk and try a high-risk maneuver. She climbed up to the top turnbuckle, leaping off in a daring flying kick aimed at Rage's head.
But her attack was ill-timed, and Rage easily sidestepped her, sending her crashing to the mat once again. The crowd groaned in disappointment as Louisa lay on the mat, trying to regain her composure.
Louisa lay on the mat, her body aching and her head spinning from the failed move. She tried to shake off the dizziness and get back to her feet, but before she could, Rage loomed over her.
With a sly grin, he reached down and grabbed the edge of Louisa's spandex leotard, pulling it taut and stretching it nearly to the breaking point. The fabric strained against her curves, threatening to tear with each passing moment.
Louisa gasped in both pain and embarrassment as the crowd roared in excitement. Her buxom body was on full display for everyone to see, and she felt vulnerable and exposed.
Before she could react, Rage lifted her up by the leotard, holding her high above his head like a rag doll. Louisa's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to break free, but Rage's grip was too strong.
With a sudden motion, Rage brought Louisa crashing down to the mat in a devastat-ing suplex. The impact sent shockwaves through her body, and she cried out in pain.
As Louisa lay there, gasping for breath and trying to regain her bearings, Rage taunted her, making crude jokes about her body and her outfit.
“I will tear the big titty bitch apart!”
She felt a surge of anger and frustration, but she knew that she had to stay focused if she wanted to win this fight.
But that was easier said than done.
Louisa's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her tight white leotard was starting to drench in sweat and clung to her curves, making her piercings even more prominent. She could feel the metal rings pressing against the spandex fabric, and she wondered if the audience could see them too.
But she didn't have time to dwell on that thought for long. In an instant, Rage had grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back painfully. Louisa cried out, but Rage ignored her, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
He lifted her off the ground, her feet kicking uselessly in the air. Louisa's heart raced as she tried to free herself, but Rage's grip was like iron.
Suddenly, he slammed her back down onto the mat, driving the air from her lungs. Louisa gasped for breath, her eyes wide with pain.
Rage continued to taunt her, pulling her hair and twisting her body into unnatural positions. Louisa gritted her teeth, determined not to let him break her spirit.
As Rage continues to twist and turn Louisa's body, her white spandex leotard stretches to its limit, threatening to tear apart at any moment. Her buxom chest heaves and strains against the tight fabric, causing her chest piercings to visibly poke through.
Louisa's face contorts with pain as Rage grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her up to her feet with a harsh tug. Her body trembles under the strain as the leotard threatens to rip apart at the seams.
Just as it seems like the leotard can't hold on any longer, Rage releases his hold on Louisa, causing her to fall to the mat with a thud. The audience gasps as they catch a glimpse of Louisa's lacy bra through the now-torn fabric of her leotard.
With a sudden burst of energy, Rage sends Louisa flying towards the ropes with a powerful Irish whip. As she bounces back towards him, her buxom chest and curvaceous buttocks quiver and bounce with every step, mesmerizing the audience.
Louisa's white spandex leotard stretches to its limit with each bounce, ac-centuating every curve and contour of her body. The fabric clings tightly to her skin, highlighting her voluptuous figure in a way that drives the crowd wild.
As she reaches Rage, he lifts her up with ease, holding her high above his head for a moment before slamming her back down onto the mat with a thunderous thud. Louisa writhes in pain, her leotard now ripped and torn in several places, exposing even more of her lacy bra and panties.
Despite the intense pain she feels all over her body, Louisa refuses to give up. She slowly climbs back up to her feet, her chest heaving and her body shaking with exhaustion. She stares down Rage, determined to take him down and emerge victorious.
Rage charges at Louisa again, ready to perform another devastating move. As he grabs onto her spandex leotard, it stretches and rips even further, barely holding on to her ample curves. Her lacy bra is now fully exposed, with one of the cups hanging off to the side, revealing one of her large, round breasts. Louisa grimaces in pain as Rage slams her to the mat again, her bux-om body jiggling with the impact. The leotard tears even more, revealing the straps of her lacy panties, which are now peeking out from the sides. She gasps as she feels the cool air hit her skin, and tries to cover herself up as best as she can, but it's no use. The crowd goes wild as Louisa struggles to get back up, her body now fully exposed in her torn and tattered outfit. She knows that she's in trouble, but she refuses to give up. She manages to get to her feet again, ready to fight back with all the strength she has left.
With a fierce determination, Louisa charges at Rage, hoping to catch him off guard. But her opponent is too quick, and he grabs onto her spandex leotard once more, using it to send her crashing into the corner paddings chest-first. The impact is brutal, and Louisa cries out in pain as her large breasts are squished against the hard surface. Her already-torn bra is completely destroyed, leaving her ample chest fully exposed to the roaring crowd. She can feel the cool air on her nipples, which are now hard and erect from the stimulation. Rage takes advantage of Louisa's vulnerability, continuing to attack her with relentless force. With each move, her span-dex leotard stretches and rips further, barely holding on to her curvy body. She can feel the fabric clinging to her skin, revealing every inch of her voluptuous form.
As Louisa stood helplessly on the mat, her ripped leotard exposing her curvy body, Rage couldn't help but grin in satisfaction. He admired the way her buxom chest heaved with every breath and the way her curves jiggled with every movement. See-ing an opportunity, he ran towards her, performing a powerful drop kick straight to her chest.
The impact was devastating. Louisa felt as though she had been hit by a truck, and a sharp pain shot through her chest. The force of the kick sent her sprawling across the mat, leaving her gasping for air.
As she lay there, trying to catch her breath, she couldn't help but feel humiliated. Her opponent had not only dominated her in the ring, but he had also managed to expose her body for all to see. She could feel the eyes of the crowd upon her, and the thought of them seeing her in such a vulnerable state made her feel sick to her stomach. Yet, despite her humiliation, she refused to give up. She was determined to fight until the very end, no matter the cost.
Louisa's body glistened with sweat as her torn spandex outfit hung loosely on her frame. Her curves were on full display, her heaving breasts adorned with piercings that shone in the light. The air was thick with anticipation as Rage took a step closer, his eyes greedily drinking in the sight of her exposed form. With a quick motion, he tore away the remains of her leotard, leav-ing her completely naked in the center of the ring. Louisa gasped, her hands reflexively covering herself as she tried to back away. But there was nowhere to go, no escape from the hungry gaze of her opponent. Also her shaved pussy was fully exposed now.
Rage drags Louisa up by her hair and hoists her up to the top rope. Louisa's sweaty curves glisten under the ring lights as she struggles to maintain her balance. Her large chest bounces and sways with each movement, accentuated by her piercings. Rage takes advantage of the situation and slams her chest down on the top rope, causing Louisa to cry out in pain. He re-peats the move several times, each time with increasing force, making sure to target her ex-posed breasts. Louisa's body writhes in agony, and the crowd roars with excitement at the spectacle before them, not sure, how many men actually jazzed into the pants at this sight.
As Louisa hangs upside down in the corner, her entire body throbs with pain. Her chest, in par-ticular, feels like it's on fire, and she can feel the bruises forming beneath her skin. The blood rushes to her head, making her dizzy and disoriented, but she can't help but feel a deep sense of humiliation at being in such a vulnerable position in front of the cheering crowd. The bruises on her chest and the rest of her body are beginning to darken and swell, making it clear just how much punishment she's taken in this match.
Suddenly Rage starts to stomp on her exposed belly and chest. Each stomp feels like a sledge-hammer pounding into her bruised flesh, and Louisa cries out in agony with each impact. Her piercings jingle with the force of the stomps, and tears stream down her face as she tries to endure the punishment. She feels like her chest is on fire, the bruises turning a deep shade of purple under the bright lights of the ring. Louisa can only hope that the beating will soon come to an end.
Louisa is gasping for air as Rage picks her up, his hand firmly grabbing between her legs and neck. She feels how his fingers brush her labia and nearly enter her vagina as he holds her. She is powerless to resist as he holds her in his grip, parading her sweaty body around the ring to taunt the audience. The pain is unbearable as he slams her down onto his knee in a vicious backbreaker. Her back arches painfully over his knee as her body is contorted in a way it was never meant to be. Her large breasts are flattened against her chest, her piercings digging into her skin. She screams in agony, tears streaming down her face as her body writhes in pain. Bruises begin to form on her stomach and chest from the earlier beating, adding to the pain of the backbreaker. Rage looks pleased with himself as he continues to hold Louisa in the tor-turous hold. He seems to be enjoying every moment of her suffering. The crowd is hushed, watching the brutality with a mix of horror and fascination.
As Louisa's body is painfully bent over Rage's knee, she musters up all her strength and aims a sharp elbow shot to his jaw, causing him to momentarily recoil in pain. With a burst of adrena-line, she manages to break free and stumbles away, her body trembling with exhaustion and pain.
As Louisa runs towards her opponent, her sweaty body glistens under the bright lights of the ring. Her ample breasts bounce and jiggle with every step, while her toned thighs flex and tighten with each stride. The adrenaline pumping through her veins masks the pain she feels from the bruises and cuts on her body. She channels all her strength and energy into the running dropkick, determined to take down her opponent.
As Louisa sees Rage lying on the mat, she seizes the opportunity to turn the tide of the match. She rushes over to him, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and anger, and delivers a powerful kicks to his chest and face. Rage's body crumples to the mat as Louisa lands on her feet, momentarily feeling the rush of triumph.
But as she looks down at her opponent, still dazed and disoriented, her anger re-turns. She leans down, her hands grabbing the torn edges of his wrestling singlet, and begins to yank at the fabric, determined to tear it off him completely. The sound of fabric ripping fills the arena as she pulls and tears at the singlet, revealing Rage's muscular but also fat body beneath.
With each rip, more of his thick abs are exposed. His broad shoulders and thick arms are also on display, showing the immense power he possesses. As Louisa continues to tear at his sin-glet, more and more of his glistening, sweat-covered body is revealed, with each inch only making him look more intimidating and dangerous. Suddenly his big cock snaps free, causing a groan in the audience.
Louisa's heart races as she feels a sense of power in this moment, taking control of the match for the first time. She tosses the tattered remains of the singlet aside and stands tall over Rage, flexing her own toned muscles as she prepares for the next move.
Louisa, fueled by rage and pain, lunges towards Rage who's still on the ground. She leaps into the air and drives her knee down into his balls with a brutal knee drop. Rage writhes in pain, clutching himself as Louisa stands over him with a look of triumph. Sweat glistens on her body, and her breathing is heavy as she takes a moment to catch her breath. The audience roars with excitement, cheering her on as she looks down at her defeated opponent. But she knows that this match is far from over, and she needs to keep pushing if she wants to win.
She goes down for a pin, putting her naked sweaty body over her opponent`s, her big tits mashing against his chest. She hooks his legs for a count, exposing his genitals for all to see.
Louisa is surprised when Rage throws her off the pin. She quickly gets back to her feet, deter-mined to finish him off. As she approaches him, Rage suddenly launches himself at her with a clothesline, catching her off guard and sending her crashing to the mat, smashing her tits flat.
The impact sends shockwaves through her body, causing her large breasts to bounce wildly and her chest to turn bright red with the impact. She stumbles backwards, gasping for breath as Rage closes in, grabbing her by the hair and hauling her back to her feet.
With a wicked gleam in his eye, Rage starts raining down chops to her chest, each one landing with a sickening thud and causing her ample bosom to jiggle uncontrollably. Louisa grits her teeth and tries to fight back, but with each chop, the pain intensifies, making it hard for her to breathe. The crowd roars as Rage continues to pummel her chest, leaving bright red handprints with each blow. Eventually, Louisa collapses to her knees, clutching her chest in agony as Rage looks on, pleased with his handiwork.
As Louisa tries to recover from the attack, Rage quickly seizes the opportunity and throws her into the ropes. As she bounces back, he catches her and traps her between the top and middle ropes, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. She struggles to break free, but it's no use. Her pierced chest heaves up and down as she pants for air, sweat glistening on her skin. Rage looks down at her with a smirk, his eyes roaming over her exposed body. He reaches out and begins to massage her bruised chest, enjoying the feel of her sweaty flesh under his hands. He can feel her nipples hardening under his touch, and he squeezes them roughly, relishing in the way she moans in pain. Louisa can't help but squirm and writhe as he continues to torment her chest, the pain mixing with pleasure in a confusing whirlwind of sensations. She tries to push him away, but he's too strong, and she's trapped in the ropes, at his mercy.
As Rage continues to massage and work her chest, Louisa's breathing becomes more labored and her moans grow louder. Despite the pain and discomfort, her body responds to his touch with an unexpected sense of arousal. Her nipples harden and protrude even more, begging for his attention. She tries to resist the pleasure, but her body betrays her and she can feel herself getting wet between her legs. Rage notices her reaction and smirks, taking it as a sign to con-tinue. He kneads her breasts with more force, focusing on her nipples and eliciting more moans from her. The pain and pleasure become intertwined in Louisa's mind, creating a confusing and overwhelming sensation. She hates herself for enjoying it, but she can't deny the way her body responds to his touch.
Meanwhile also Rage was hard as a rock, his glans poking Louisas thigh.
Rage leans in closer to Louisa, his breath hot against her skin as he runs his hands over her chest. He lowers his head, pressing his lips against her sweaty skin, kissing and nibbling at her sensitive flesh. His tongue darts out to trace the outline of her nipple, sending shivers through her body. Louisa moans, her head thrown back in pleasure as he continues to worship her chest with his mouth. She can feel his hot breath on her skin as he sucks and nibbles at her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
Rage's lips and tongue continued to work on Louisa's chest, teasing and flicking her sensitive nipples. The pleasure mixed with the pain of her battered breasts, creating an intense sensation that she couldn't resist. She moaned and writhed in the ropes, her body responding to his touch and his mouth with increasing arousal. Rage sensed her arousal and smiled wickedly, continuing to lavish attention on her chest with his mouth. He alternated between sucking and biting her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was lost in the sensation, unable to think of anything but the pleasure he was giving her. Her breathing became shallow and rapid as she felt the tension building inside her.
Finally, with a cry of pleasure, Louisa reached her climax. Her body shuddered with release, and she felt a rush of heat and pleasure wash over her. Rage continued to work on her chest, draw-ing out the orgasm and prolonging her pleasure. When he finally released her, she was left panting and dazed, her body tingling with pleasure.
As Rage stands on the middle rope with his lower region dangerously close to Louisa's face, she feels a surge of anger and desperation. She knows she needs to get out of this hold before it's too late.
Summoning all the strength she has left, Louisa get one sweaty arm free suddenly reaches up and grabs onto Rage's exposed member, squeezing it tightly. The crowd erupts into shocked gasps and cheers as Rage cries out in pain, staggering back-wards and collapsing to the mat.
WHAMMMMMMM! He impacts hard, his cock pointing towards the ceiling.
Louisa struggles free from the ropes, her face flushed with both anger and arousal. She takes a step back, ready to attack, but before she can make a move, Rage's foot comes flying towards her, connecting with her moist pussy in a sickening thud. Louisa's eyes widen in pain, and she stumbles backwards, her hands clutching between her legs. She gasps for air, trying to recover from the hit, but before she can even think of retaliating, she feels herself falling through the ropes. She tumbles to the ground outside the ring, landing hard on the unforgiving floor. She groans in pain, her body aching all over from the intense match. She looks up to see Rage standing over her, his hard member still exposed and pulsing with excitement. She tries to stand, but her legs feel weak and shaky. She looks up at him, anger and defiance in her eyes, but he just smirks down at her. "You're not going to win this," he says, his voice low and husky. "I'm going to make you submit to me, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Louisa glares up at him, her body trembling with a mix of pain and arousal. She knows she can't give up now, no matter how hard he tries to break her. She takes a deep breath and tries to push herself up to her feet, ready to fight back.
Rage takes control of Louisa's body, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as he lifts her up off the ground. Louisa struggles to break free, but it's no use. With a grunt, Rage flings her towards the barrier separating the ring from the audience. Louisa's body crashes into the barrier, the impact sending a jolt of pain through her body. She lets out a cry as she bounces off the barrier and lands hard on the ground. Rage strides towards her, his muscular physique glistening with sweat in the bright lights of the arena. Louisa tries to push herself up, but her body feels heavy and sluggish. She groans as she struggles to stand, but Rage is already upon her. He grabs her by the hair and yanks her to her feet, then delivers a vicious knee to her midsection. Louisa doubles over in pain, gasping for breath as Rage continues his assault.
Rage grabbed Louisa by the arm and whipped her hard into the barrier, her naked body slamming back first into the unforgiving metal. The impact sent a shockwave through her body, causing her to cry out in pain and her breasts to bounce wildly. The crowd gasped as they witnessed the brutal collision, some reaching out to grab her arms to try and help her back to her feet. Louisa's back was left throbbing and sore from the impact, and her breathing was labored as she struggled to catch her breath. The sweat on her body mixed with the dirt and grime from the floor, leaving her skin slick and coated with a layer of filth. She tried to push herself up off the barrier, but her arms were weak and her legs felt like jelly. Rage approached her, a wicked grin on his face, and reached down to grab her by the hair. Louisa winced in pain as he pulled her to her feet, her back still aching from the impact.
As Rage pulls Louisa up from the floor, the reporter at the desk near the ring is aghast, exclaiming, "Oh my God, this is getting out of hand! The brutality on display tonight is simply shocking." Ignoring the reporter, Rage hoists Louisa up by the throat and slams her down onto the table with a sickening thud. The table buckles under the force of the impact, sending papers and equipment flying everywhere. Louisa lies on her back, gasping for air, her bare breasts heaving with each breath. Rage looms over her, a menacing grin on his face.
Rage couldn't resist the temptation of his opponent's naked body lying helpless in front of him. The sight of her heaving chest and her sweaty curves pushed him over the edge. With a primal growl, he lunged forward and pressed his body onto hers, his hard member pressing against her thigh. Lousisa tried to push him away, but her strength was drained after the brutal assault she had endured. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, his breath hot against her skin. Despite her protests, she couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal herself. His muscular frame loomed over her, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a predatory intensity. The crowd was stunned into silence, the only sounds in the arena were the heavy breathing of the wrestlers and the occasional moan from Lousisa. The commentator at the desk nearby was at a loss for words, his eyes glued to the action on the table.
Rage continued to grind against her, his hands roaming over her body. He could feel her resistance weakening, her breathing becoming more shallow. He knew he had to act fast, before his own arousal became too overwhelming. With a swift motion, he flipped her over onto her stomach and pinned her down with his weight. His hands slid down her back and cupped her firm buttocks, kneading them with a mixture of roughness and tenderness. Lousisa struggled under his grip, but her body was betraying her. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing with every touch, her nipples hardening against the cool surface of the table. She wanted to fight back, but her body was responding to his touch in ways she couldn't explain.
Rage leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're mine now," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. Lousisa closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through her body. She knew she was in trouble, but at that moment, she didn't care.
The intense desire between the two wrestlers took over completely, leaving them lost in the heat of the moment. Rage entered his 10 inch cock into her wet sex, stretching her pussy and making her moan and scream in lust.Their bodies moved in perfect sync as they continued to explore each other with fervour. The crowd watched in shock and awe, unable to look away from the raw passion that unfolded before their eyes. Rage's hands roamed all over Louisa's curvaceous body, tracing every contour and curve as he worshipped her with his touch. Louisa moaned and gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. She gave herself over completely to the pleasure, feeling herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. As their movements became more frenzied, the intensity of their desire only grew stronger. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, completely consumed by their passion for each other.
Finally, they both reached the pinnacle of their desire, exploding into each other in a fiery climax that left them both panting and gasping for air. They collapsed onto the table in a tangle of sweaty limbs, completely spent from the experience. The audience watched in stunned silence as the two wrestlers lay there, their bodies entwined in a post-coital embrace. It was a moment that would be remembered for years to come, a testament to the power of desire and the intensity of the human spirit.
Rage couldn't resist the urge any longer, he leaned in and passionately kissed Louisa. As they parted, he lifted her up by grabbing onto her large breasts, using them as handles. Louisa let out a moan as he lifted her up effortlessly. Their bodies were now pressed tightly against each other, and the heat between them was palpable. Rage couldn't control himself any longer, he carried Louisa to the center of the ring, her large breasts bouncing with every step he took. He gently placed her down on her back and then climbed on top of her, his desire and arousal driving him on. He started kissing and biting her neck, while his hands explored her body. Louisa responded to his touch with equal passion, her body writhing beneath him. They were lost in their own world of desire and pleasure, forgetting about the match, the audience, and everything else. The only thing that mattered was the intense connection between them, the overwhelming lust that had taken hold of both of them. Again, Rage was fucking her. First gently, then with growing speed making her swollen tits slap and sway violently.
As they continued to explore each other's bodies, their movements became more frantic and intense. The heat and sweat from their bodies mingled together, and their moans of pleasure filled the air. They were two wrestlers, lost in the grip of passion, unable to control their own desire.
Louisa's chest is a mix of red and purple, with bruises that have started to form from Rage's attacks. Despite this, she finds herself aroused by the intensity of the moment. As Rage continues to move above her, she can feel the sweat from his body dripping onto her own. Their bodies grind together in a frenzied rhythm as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. Louisa's breasts bounce and jiggle with each thrust, the weight of them creating a rhythmic motion that only adds to the intensity of their encounter. Her breaths come in gasps as she tries to keep up with the pace that Rage has set. Every movement sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making her moan and writhe beneath him. Despite the pain and bruises, Louisa feels alive in a way she has never experienced before. The intensity of their desire is overwhelming, and she finds herself completely lost in the moment.
Rage grabs Louisa by the waist and turns her around, so that her back is against his chest, and her voluptuous rear is now on full display. He grips her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he grinds his hard member against her backside. Louisa moans and gasps as she feels his arousal pressing against her, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. As he continues to grind against her, Rage reaches around and cups her breasts in his hands, kneading them roughly and pinching her nipples. Louisa arches her back, pushing her chest into his hands, as he continues to play with her breasts, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her chest is now covered in sweat and her nipples are hard and erect from the stimulation. She feels her body responding to his touch, her hips involuntarily grinding against him, as she succumbs to the pleasure that he is giving her. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the arena, mixed with Louisa's moans and whimpers of pleasure.
Rage leans in and whispers in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You want more, don't you?" he growls. "You want me to make you come?" Louisa can barely form a coherent response, lost in the haze of pleasure that Rage is causing in her body. All she can do is nod and gasp, as he continues to play with her body and bring her closer and closer to the edge.
As Rage continued to pleasure Louisa, the audience became increasingly frenzied. Some cheered, others gasped in shock or disbelief, but all were transfixed by the spectacle before them. The reporter at ringside struggled to maintain her composure as she watched the scene unfold. "Folks, I can't believe what I'm seeing here tonight," she said, her voice shaking with excitement. "These two wrestlers are really going at it, and it looks like neither one is going to back down!"
The audience roared with excitement, cheering on the two wrestlers as they engaged in their erotic dance. And even though the match was long over, the spectacle continued, as Rage and Louisa explored the depths of their desire and pushed each other to new heights of pleasure.
As the intense physical exchange between the two wrestlers reached its peak, both Louisa and Rage were unable to contain their mounting desires any longer. With a final explosive burst of pleasure, they both reached their climax simultaneously, moaning and writhing in ecstasy on the mat. The audience erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause, their excitement at the intense and passionate display of raw athleticism and primal desire filling the arena. The exhausted wrestlers lay in a sweaty and satisfied heap, their bodies entwined and glistening under the bright lights of the ring. For a few moments, they remained locked in each other's embrace, enjoying the afterglow of their explosive encounter.
Finally, they slowly disentangled themselves, each one staggering to their feet and taking a moment to catch their breath. As they looked out at the cheering crowds, a sense of pride and satisfaction washed over them both, knowing that they had given the fans a show they would never forget.
Louisa's body is covered in bruises and scratches, a testament to the brutal attacks she received from Rage. Her breasts are swollen and red from the punishment they endured, and her lower regions are sensitive from the intense pleasure she experi-enced.
Meanwhile, Rage's body is also marked with bruises, evidence of the fierce attacks Louisa launched against him. His member is now flaccid, the earlier arousal having subsided, and his face is covered in sweat.
The fluids from their climaxes mix together on the mat, leaving a sticky mess in their wake. The audience watches in silence, unsure of what to do next. The reporter sitting nearby looks horrified as he watches the aftermath of the match.
Rage could see that Louisa was completely spent and unable to continue the match any further. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he leaned down to her and whispered, "I need to finish you now." Louisa could barely nod in response, her chest heaving with exhaustion. With surprising strength, Rage lifted her sweat-drenched body up by her waist, holding her upside down. She dangled there like a ragdoll, her long hair brushing against the mat as she waited for what was to come next. Suddenly, Rage slammed her head down onto the mat with a vicious piledriver. The impact was so loud it echoed throughout the arena, and the crowd went completely silent. Louisa lay motionless on the mat, her body twisted at an unnatural angle. The referee quickly checked on her, but it was clear that she was out cold. Rage stood over her for a moment, admiring his handiwork, before raising his arms in victory.
Rage lifted Louisa's limp, nude body over his shoulder and began to carry her out of the ring. As he made his way to the locker room, he could feel her soft curves press-ing against his back, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had dominated his opponent, and now he had her at his mercy.
As they entered the locker room, Rage laid Louisa down on the bench and began to inspect her body. He couldn't help but admire the bruises and marks that he had left on her, evidence of his dominance. But as he looked closer, he could see that she was breathing heavily and her eyes were closed.
Rage knew that he had to be careful. He didn't want to cause any serious damage to his opponent, even though he had just defeated her in a brutal match. He gently stroked her hair and whispered soothing words, hoping to calm her down.
As Louisa began to stir, Rage helped her to sit up and handed her a towel. She wiped the sweat from her brow and looked up at him with a mixture of fear and desire.
"I...I can't believe you did that to me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rage just smiled and helped her to stand up. "It's all part of the game," he said. "You put up a good fight, but in the end, I came out on top."
Rage carefully applied oil to Louisa's entire body, taking his time to massage the sore areas and gently rub the oil into her skin. As he worked his way down to her chest, he couldn't help but notice how swollen and bruised it was. He knew he had been too rough with her, and he felt guilty. He helped her put on a new bra, but it was clear that her G cup breasts were too big for it. Louisa winced as she tried to adjust it, but the pain was too much. Rage realized that he needed to do something to make her feel more comfortable.
"Let me help you," he said softly, taking the bra off of her. "We'll find something that fits bet-ter." They rummaged through Louisa's bag, but there was no bra big enough to fit her swollen breasts. Rage felt terrible, but he knew that he needed to make it up to her. "Let me take care of you," he said, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry for what I did out there. I lost control. But I care about you, and I want to make things right." Louisa looked at him with tears in her eyes, touched by his sincerity. She knew that he meant every word, and she felt a warmth in her heart that she had never felt before. Rage gently laid her down on the mat and began to massage her breasts, careful not to hurt her. Louisa moaned softly as he worked his way around her chest, kneading the muscles and easing the tension.
As he finished, they looked at each other, both feeling a deep connection. They leaned in for a kiss, and their lips met in a tender embrace. They held each other close, feeling the warmth of their bodies and the love that had grown between them. In that moment, they knew that they were meant to be together. They had found something special in each other, and they weren't going to let it go.
