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Wrestlefest
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Wrestlefest The rules are simple: overpower your partner. Be the top. Strength-wise, the playing field is uneven. But Amanda is a wily one. I suspect her focused mind — and my wandering eyes — may see her winning the day. We sit naked on the bed, but I’m not terribly sure how to begin. While I ponder my options, Amanda brutally slams down the sheets. She damn near knocks the wind outta ! The next thing I know, a pair of thighs clamp my head. My face is squarely compressed between bed and ass. I lose track of my thoughts... right until my arms get pinned down. Right. The game. Forget about her ass. Use your arms, idiot! Then something wet and warm slides my cock. I’m still an ass-face, so my brain is out-of-order. If I did have a working brain, I would realize a mouth is involved. I almost give right then and there. Almost. Thighs lift and Amanda spins around, knees keeping one hand pinned. I don’t understand how this is happening. I’m bigger! “You suck at this.” She ain’t wrong. Amanda starts lowering herself down. I feel lips touching my hardness. Man , dude! What are your muscles even for?! With a Herculean force of will, I buck her off and pin her down, but she manages wrap her legs around my middle. Ankles lock. Shit. That’s trouble. I do the first thing that comes mind: nothing. Thighs squeeze so hard I can feel my face turn red. My only response is wrap my arms around her and fall backward. Im the bottom and I’m still being leg-crushed, but at least now I have the leverage. Pushing her legs down as hard as I can, I manage to slip her ankles below my ass. The head of my cock brushes her hair. Victory is close! Ankles unlock and Amanda kicks away with a sly grin. I sit and think about dragging her back, but we’d just repeat the leg lock. Inspiration hits. I _do_ drag her back, but first fight flip her over. She’s feisty, but I’m still stronger. I press her the bed, my forearm pinning her down and free hand trapping a flailing arm. “Gotcha! You’re mine now!” Then I see her thighs squeezing together, blocking my win. Those damn thighs... those damn, yummy, smooth thighs. “Do you, now?” The pride in her voice is apparent. I flip her over, hoping I’d regain a winning position. The maneuver immediately backfires as she bodyslams me down. Again. She sits directly on top of my hips. Every move rubs my hardness, the feeling sublime. My willpower crumbles. Amanda smells victory and begins to grind her pussy on my cock. I look down and watch. Yea. I’m done. She lowers herself onto me, sealing sweet victory. And how sweet it is. Our accumulated<b> physical </font></b>energy releases as the game ends. With animalistic fervor, Amanda grinds and sways and bounces. I wrap my hands around her neck as she climaxes, squeezing as she holds her breath. After she rides the high, she slides next to me, face down, and speaks one of our favorite words. “More.” My hands grip her hips, pull her , and shove some pillows under, creating a comfortable angle for both of us. I roughly pull her thighs open and slide in. My hands stay her hips as I release my own energy. Before I cum, I grab her hair for leverage and stroke deeply. The sensation is exquisite, and I finish myself off on her ass. I watch the cum slowly drip down her back as we both let out deep breaths. She wiggles her butt at . “More?” She asks. “Always. Just... let catch my breath.” |
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there is only one person who has ever topped me. it was not a BDSM relationship. but it was a declaration of dominance. it was absolute. and so damn sexy. we were kissing on his living room floor which for some reason was the playroom of choice for him. and i was being coy. i was dodging his kisses. finally he pinned me. and he stated: do you really feel like you are in control? then he gently gave me a peck on the lips. and released me....
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