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18:03 Paul_Job: I'm ready for action while in the locker room. I hear my music, a punk-rock melody. I walk out on stage in black shorts, a yellow shirt, and high-top sneakers. My belt is around my waist. I ride a skateboard to the ring, do a couple ramp skills and then enter the ring. The announcer introduces me "From Italy, 173cm and 68kg, he is the OPCW World Champion. Please welcome Paul Job." The crowd is electrified by my entrance. I take off my shirt, throw it at a girl in the audience and raise my fists to greet the fans. Then, as my music fades, I settle into my corner
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05:56 JobberifficTiff: The fans cheering as you enter the ring. I wait patiently until I hear my own music then head towards the ring. Sauntering down the ramp, smiling and waving to the fans as they cheer wildly, I can't help but blow a kiss or two to some overly excited fans. I climb into the ring, continuing to smile and wave as I parade around, "And the challenger, from Jacksonville Florida, 5'5'' 125lbs. Please welcome, Tiff!" I soak in more of the crowd's cheers as I head to my corner, stretching and adjusting my blue bikini and matching boots, ready for this very important match. yt
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15:11 Paul_Job: It appears that this match is being fought by two well-loved wrestlers, considering the reaction to their respective entrances. I observe you, I can't help but admire your body in perfect shape and your curves. I am the champion and I have no intention of giving up my first title defense. "I'm sorry you came to the wrong place at the wrong time. This is my ring and that's my OPCW world champion belt over there" yt
06:38 JobberifficTiff: The fans ready for what should be an amazing title match against two fan favorites. They are all on their feet as we meet in the ring, each of us eying each other ant the belt at the timer's table. You notice me glancing and remind me that it is your belt, for now. I turn my attention from the lovely belt to my opponent, deciding to keep quiet and let my actions do the talking as I finish stretching in my corner. The referee looking to both of us, determining that we are both ready as they call for the bell. The fans giving another cheer as it echoes through the arena. I push out of my corner, circling out to meet you in the middle of the ring, ready to lock up with you and show you that it could very well be my time tonight.
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12:07 Paul_Job: There is a lot of pathos in the arena because the main event of the evening is starting. I see the referee saying something that I pay absolutely no attention to. I am focused only on you. I want to defend my title. When the referee stops talking, two seconds pass and then the bell rings. You walk towards the center of the ring, I advance towards you. I feel I'm stronger and so I immediately try a classic neck and elbow lock up. I grab you and try to push you to show you my strength which, usually, is not my best point, but on this occasion it might be. yt
05:56 JobberifficTiff: The crowd is electric as the ref calls for the bell and I step out to meet you in the middle of the ring. You haven't taken your eyes off of me since I entered the ring and it doesn't change as we meet in the center of the ring, now it's our bodies along with our eyes locking up. I grunt as I push against you, straining to try to overpower you and push you back, feeling you doing the same, jiggling with each shove from you, trying to stay strong, but my boots slowly begin to slide on the canvas as you push me backwards to the delightful cheer of your fans in the crowd. yt
11:52 Paul_Job: The weight difference between us is small. I try to take advantage of the fact that I was the first to push. I take advantage of my position. Place your feet on the mat. Your boots slide on the mat. I growl, flex my muscles and try to push you into the corner to try and show you that I'm stronger than you.
08:18 JobberifficTiff: The crowd lets out a cheer as you push me back, my body struggling against yours as you growl and flex, forcing me back towards my corner, trying to get my feet to stop sliding, I'm almost trapped when I try to spin on my heels, trying to use our mutual grip to spin us around and reverse our fortunes as I try to use your aggression against you to trap yourself in the corner. yt
09:49 Paul_Job: I push you hard, I press my chest against yours to try to drive you into the corner. I feel confident in my strength which, this time, can be a weapon. But I didn't reckon with your cleverness. You spin and I lose balance due to the inertia of my push. You manage to turn the situation around and you hit my back against the turnbackle in the corner yt
17:50 JobberifficTiff: I let out a grunt as I shove you back against the turnbuckles, the crowd letting out a cheer as things pick up and I know I have to keep this momentum going against the champ as I reach for the ropes to try to rein you in as I lower my shoulder and tugging on the ropes for extra strength try to drive my shoulder into your abs, looking to drive you back against the corner again, wanting to force some of the fight out of you. yt
17:53 Paul_Job: You throw me into the corner and my back slams into the turnbackle. My hands are on the top rope to keep my balance. You are quick. You duck down and shoulder-smack my exposed, unprotected abs. The blow knocks my feet off the ground. I butt into the second turnbackle and sit there with my legs in the air and my arms on the top rope. I'm already in trouble yt
18:09 JobberifficTiff: I feel your body shudder against mine as my shoulder slams into your bare abs. The crowd cheering in time with each slammed shoulder to your body as you crash back against the corner, your legs up, sitting in the corner, your arms supporting you, leaving you open as I try to keep taking advantage of that as I push forward, using my own body to help keep you in the corner. My body rubbing against yours as I climb the ropes, stepping up from the lower to the middle, my heavy chest brushing against your face as I climb before standing over you looking down as the fans let out another loud cheer. I sink my fingers into your long hair as I pull it back, wanting you looking up at me as I ball up my other fist trying to send it slamming into your face. yt
18:13 Paul_Job: I'm on the corner, coughing from blows to my stomach. You climb the ropes while I'm in the corner. I manage to put my feet on the floor, but when your boobs rub my face I have a moment of excitement and the most observant people in the audience can see it from the bulge on my shorts. But immediately my attention is brought back to the match by your punches. You grab my hair and hit me on my face. My head snaps back, i'm shocked. I hear the audience starting to count. I understand that I have to do something to react. I try to raise my hands, put them on your chest and push you.
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18:21 JobberifficTiff: I smile down at you as the fans count along with my punches. Your head snapping back again and again as they cheer, looking to really scramble your senses as you hang in the corner, my body perched over you when your hands grip my chest, something I'm used to in matches, but you're too desperate to enjoy it as you simply shove against them, flattening against your palms as I go sailing backwards, landing on the mat with a groan as I roll towards the ropes. yt
19:09 Paul_Job: You hit me and your punches are like stones on my face. I'm lucky enough couse you lose balance when i push you. You fall and i can breathe. My hands still on the rope. I put my back in the corner and shake my head. It seems that the arena turns around my head yt
19:11 JobberifficTiff: I manage to roll over and push up to my hands and knees, my backside swaying high behind me as I try to crawl for the ropes, the fans cheering loudly as the action has been hot and heavy so far. I'm trying to get to the ropes before you can get your hands on me, using them to pull myself up, looking around quickly for you expecting you to be right here, but you're in the corner, shaking and clearing your head. I take a deep breath myself trying to recover as you do the same. I take another breath and push off the ropes towards the middle of the ring, ready to lock up with the champion again. yt
22:37 Paul_Job: I could attack you while you were on the ground, but i was too stunned for the hits i got on my face. I take some seconds to recover and so i give you the right time to stand up and face me. I shake my head once again, look at you and try to surprise you. I rush towards you and aim a clothsline to your chest yt
22:33 JobberifficTiff: I step off the ropes and back towards you as you step out of the corner, taking a deep breath as I try to prepare to lock up with you. I raise my arms and lunge forward as you dart in, my eyes wide as you drive into me, catching me across my ample chest with a clothesline, moaning as I fall to the mat. yt
19:17 Paul_Job: Tha match hasn't been easy till now and i must take all the advantage i can from this situation. I hit your chest, felt your boobs compressed under my forearm. You fall in the middle of the ring. The crowd hear the impact of your body that drops on the mat. I turn and see you, take a deep breath and then aim a pair of stomps to your belly yt
19:39 JobberifficTiff: The crowd lets out a cheer as the champion puts me down on the mat, my arms covering my chest as I try to take a deep breath and collect myself. "ugghhh. uggghhh" moaning as you stomp down on my tummy, gasping and moaning as I try to roll away from you and towards the ropes. yt
19:41 Paul_Job: "Oh where are you going? Come here, let's have fun". You try to roll away after my feet hit your abdomen. But I try to keep you close to me. I grab your hair and pull to stop you from walking away. Then I try to get you to your feet, thinking about my next move yt
19:47 JobberifficTiff: I crawl towards the ropes, my backside swaying side to side, reaching for the ropes when you sink your fingers into my hair, grunting as you pull me up, my hands going to your own hair, trying to pull your head down against mine, dropping to my knees, trying to pull you down with me and spike your chin off the top of my head with a jawbreaker. yt
19:59 Paul_Job: I pull your hair, but then you grab my hair too. You fall to your knees and pull my head down. My chin on your head. When my knees hit the mat I feel excruciating pain that starts from my jaw and goes up to my head. I stagger, I'm dazed. I take three or four steps backwards and then fall sitting up with my back against the ropes. My arms clinging to the second rope yt
20:12 JobberifficTiff: I wince as I rub the top of my head, looking up to see you staggering backwards before dropping to the mat leaning against the ropes for support. I moan softly as I get to my feet, seeing you looking dazed and knowing I need to do something about it as I rush towards you, grabbing the top rope and leaping up, my boots on the middle rope as I leap high into the air, trying to bring my body down backside first against your chest, looking to give you a big bronco buster in the ropes that takes your breath away. yt
20:20 Paul_Job: I shake my head while i'm sitting next to the rope, still stunned by the jaw breaker. When i see your figure moving towards me i try to move, but it's too late. Your ass drops on my chest and break my breath. I feel all your weight that compresses my chest and makes me feel weak. The referee reminds you that it's not allowed to attack someone who is at the ropes. I'm in trouble but maybe the rule gives me a way out yt
20:35 JobberifficTiff: I land hard on your chest to the cheers of the crowd, keeping my hands on the top rope, smiling for the fans as I bounce again and again, riding you against the ropes, my chest jiggling in my suit with each hard bounce, feeling you shuddering under me each time I land. The referee walking over, telling me to get off of you as you are in the ropes, I give you another firm ride or two before finally stepping off of you, seeing you on the mat, reaching down to grab you by the hair, trying to pull you up off the mat and on your feet, trying to wrap my arms around your head in a side headlock. yt
20:41 Paul_Job: You ride me like I'm in a rodeo and I'm the bull. The only difference is that I'm not moving. I undergo your move, as painful as it is exciting, because while your ass crushes my chest, her breasts dance right in front of my face. Finally, after the referee's invitation, you stand up and I fall on the mat sideways. I'm tired and dizzy, but you don't give me time to catch my breath. You grab me by the hair and force me to stand up. My legs are shaking, I struggle to stand. You wrap your arm around my head and lock me in headlock. My face presses into your breasts, but I feel the danger more than the excitement. I try to hit you in the hips with a few punches, but without much conviction, just hoping they will loosen your grip yt
21:17 JobberifficTiff: The crowd cheering as I peel you up off the mat, feeling you lean against me as I wrap my arms tightly around your head, pulling your face against the side of my heavy breast, looking to distract you a bit as I pull you away from the ropes. I grunt as you punch my hip, but it doesn't have as much on it as I expected and I have to do something before your strength returns. I squeeze your head and give it a jerk, dragging you with me across the ring, starting to run as I jump up, trying to bulldog you face first to the mat. yt
21:23 Paul_Job: my shots have no effect, they are too weak. you squeeze my face, which crushes your breasts a little. you drag me off the ropes, I walk, I can't resist. then sprint and jump. you pull me down and my face hits the mat. I remain stunned, lying on my chest with my arms outstretched
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21:32 JobberifficTiff: The fans leap to their feet as the ring thunders as we land on the mat. I sit next to you with a smile on my face, seeing you laying face down on the mat. "Maybe you aren't going anywhere, Sweetie." I say with a big smile as I push over you, straddling your back, leaning forward as I reach for your arms, pulling them over my thighs, then your chin, trying to cup it in my hands and pull back hard! Looking to lock you in a camel clutch. yt
21:47 Paul_Job: I'm in shock. the blow was very hard. I can't move. I hear your words. they touch me in pride. I absolutely have to do something. my title is in danger. I can't afford to lose the title on the first defense. you take my arms and lock them around your legs as you sit on my back. I have a bad feeling. put your hands on my chin, but i try to catch you by playing dirty. I open my mouth and try to bite your fingers hoping not to be seen by the referee
21:47 Paul_Job: Yt
22:30 JobberifficTiff: I work you into the camel clutch, the fans on their feet, feeling like this could be the end of the match and your reign as champion. "Ahhhhhh" I suddenly cry out as you bite down on my fingers, trembling on your back, wincing as I pull my fingers out of your mouth, clutching them, giving you a stomp to your back before stepping back, trying to massage the pain away, the referee looking confused as the crowd is a mix of cheers and boos. yt
22:35 Paul_Job: I'm lucky and smart. you dump me after i bit your finger. the referee does not understand what happened. you ram me in the back, I arch over. it hurts, but as the situation was I can say that it is the lesser evil. part of the audience cheers because the match continues, another part screams booo for my impropriety. I cough. I have some space. I move on all fours towards the ropes, then I hold on there and try to stand up
22:35 Paul_Job: Yt
22:44 JobberifficTiff: I back up across the ring, leaning against the ropes, rubbing and shaking my hands out, seeing you crawling to the ropes, wincing as I move slowly across the ring, watching you gripping the ropes, trying to decide if I should push my advantage, but knowing how that can go wrong near the ropes and not wanting to end up toppling to the outside. I watch you using the ropes to pull yourself up before moving towards the middle of the ring, waving you towards me, wanting you off the ropes, trying to prepare for what might be coming next, hoping to get you coming my way so that I can charge towards you and pay you back with a clothesline of my own. yt
23:04 Paul_Job: you move slowly towards me, I have time to catch my breath and recover some energy. I suffered hard blows, but I can't give up my belt without giving my all. you come towards me. I inevitably look at your curves as you approach. you grab my arm and pull me towards you. you raise your arm to hit me with a clothsline. but I bend down sending you empty. your arm goes over my head. I turn around, I'm behind you. I try to hug you from behind, my hands cross on your abdomen. i push my crotch against your pelvis and try to lift you to throw you over my head with a german suplex yt
23:08 JobberifficTiff: I'm overconfident thinking that I have you dazed and weakened as I come at you with the clothesline only to see you duck under it, staggering as you wrap your arms around me, pulling me back against you, feeling your hips against my backside, struggling to get free as you lift me up, boots kicking in the air as you lift me up and over before crashing to the mat. yt
23:13 Paul_Job: My suplex connects and i can slam you to the mat. I lay on the mat after my move. The ring trembles for your drop. The crowd likes the show. I stop your momentum, but i feel very tired, my body is full of pain. I move on four towards the corner, grab the ropes and pull myself up to my feet. "Get up!" I scream to invite you to stand on your feet yt
23:23 JobberifficTiff: I moan as we lay on the mat, the fans cheering wildly as I rub my sore back, but you also lay there for a while. My chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, feeling you finally stirring, trying to collect myself before you can drag me to my feet, but that doesn't happen instead you stomp the other way. Confused I take another breath. "Get up!" I hear you shout, slowly rolling over and getting to my hands and knees, our bodies covered in sweat at this point. Trying to steal a glimpse of where you are as I slowly get to my own feet. yt
23:31 Paul_Job: I have my right hand on the top string in the corner of the ring. I watch you as you slowly stand up. I stamp my right foot on the mat to call my signature move. as soon as you stand up I leap forward. the audience screams. when I'm close enough to you I put my left foot on the mat and lift my right foot trying to super kick you, targeting your chin with the sole of my boot
23:44 JobberifficTiff: I see you in the corner, stamping your foot, having seen you do this in the past to signal your signature move. I take my time getting up as I know you can't do this while I'm down, slowly turning around to find you, seeing you coming at me, I take a breath...and duck, feeling you leg shooting past me, knowing what that would have done had it connected, I push up as best I can, pushing my body against yours, my hips meeting yours as I wrap my arms around you, like you did a moment ago, taking a breath as I dip and lift, trying to pull you up off your feet as I rotate, trying to slam you to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. yt
23:49 Paul_Job: My foot passes over your head. I hit nothing but the air. I lose balance and when i put my foot on the mat you easily grab me. You hug me, i feel your huge breasts pressed on my chest. Something grows in my pants. You are stronger than i thought, can lift me and slam my back hard to the mat. I lay in the middle of the ring with spread arms and legs yt
23:58 JobberifficTiff: I'm thankful for your momentum that helps me get you up and over and down to the mat, the crowd again cheering as we land, pushing up to my hands and knees as I see you spread out on the mat, pushing up to my feet, needing to keep you down while I catch my breath at the very least, reaching for your boots, tucking them under my arms as I twist my fit sexy body, trying to twist you in kind and roll you over into a boston crab. yt
00:06 Paul_Job: You slam me to the mat, i am stunned, sweat, tired. My eyes are open and i see you standing on your feet. You duck and grab my feet. I try to counters your hold. When you duck i see your breasts and so i try to stop you. I grab your top, my right hands grabs the string of the bra between your breasts. I pull it to try and make you lose balance, hoping to not let you turn me on my chest yt
00:19 JobberifficTiff: I bend down to lift your lower body and arch you so I can roll you over when you reach up, grabbing at my top. My eyes wide as you tug on it, stretching it as my breasts almost spill free, my hands going to yours, dropping your legs, trying to keep you from pulling it off. Tripping over your body, my knees landing on your chest as I bounce off of you and over you to the mat. Trying to collect myself as I push up to my hands and knees, glaring back at you, the fans going wild, unsure why, not aware that I'm hanging half out of my top. yt
00:29 Paul_Job: My desperate attempt to avoid your Boston Crab works. You release my legs that drop on the mat. You grab my hands and your knees hit my chest. I moan, cough. You move on four and i try to roll towards the opposite side to take some space between me and you. I still haven't noticed that you are topless now yt
06:22 JobberifficTiff: I reach for the ropes, using them to pull myself up to my feet as I see you rolling towards the other side of the ring, stomping over towards you, my exposed chest jiggling, the fans going wild as I stalk you.
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07:34 Paul_Job: I move on four and try to go as far as possible from you. I'm stunned. But i hear your steps even closer and so i turn to look for you. I kneel and when i see your big breasts exposed i wide open my eyes. "Oh my...." I say in big surprise. I wait for you to come closer. The situation become even more hot and complicated, you're as sexy as skilled and powerful. I wait a bit more and then aim a punch to your navel to try and surprise you yt
17:30 JobberifficTiff: I move towards you as you get to your hands and knees, my exposed breasts jiggling and swaying, not noticing or caring as my eyes are focused on you, despite you and everyone else staring at them. I see your eyes get wide as I approach, ready to pull you up to your feet when I remember how you used this tactic to lull me into missing my clothesline. I decide to keep you on the mat, bringing my leg up, trying to give you a hard kick to take you to your back, I see you lunging forward with a punch at the same time, hoping my longer leg gives me the advantage. yt
17:36 Paul_Job: I reach out to strike you, but you are quick enough to anticipate my strike. Your leg is longer than my arm and so, as my fist brushes your abdomen, the sole of your boot hits me square in the face. My head snaps back. I rest my buttocks on my calves and my shoulders end up on the mat. I stand dazed in a strange and unnatural position yt
18:05 JobberifficTiff: My foot manages to connect with your face first, feeling your knuckles graze against my bare belly. The crowd gasps as your head rockets back, your whole body swaying before falling back, your legs trapped under you, your body arched as you body crumples to the mat. You lay dazed and moaning, you've given me a a beating through this match and I need to make every advantage count, I rush past your body and into the ropes, feeling them stretch as I lean against them, letting them spring back and propel me quickly towards you. Racing back to your prone body as I leap up, looking to let all that momentum launch my bubbled backside down onto your prone face. yt
22:56 Paul_Job: I'm stunned, sitting on my calves, my back is arched and my shoulders on the mat. my eyes are wide open, I stare at the ceiling of the arena. then suddenly I see your ass materialize. like a quick zoom your buttocks close to my face. then I see everything black. my head is crushed by your weight. it's squeezed between your butt and the mat. the blow is very hard. I open my arms. i'm exhausted yt
23:05 JobberifficTiff: The fans leaping to their feet as I come crashing down on your face. I feel your whole body shudder under me as I sit firmly on your face, smiling as I feel your muffled moans smothered under me, my exposed chest bouncing from my landing as the referee moves in and starts to count the pin as I press my hands on your chest to keep your shoulders down and your legs pinned under you. "ONE!" yt
23:12 Paul_Job: You are on top of me, sitting on my face. the crowd cheers as the referee starts counting. I moan, I'm stunned. I stretch out my feet. I hear the referee slap his hand on the mat the second time. TWO. I'm exhausted, you prevent me from breathing, these are the great difficulties. only pride and the desire not to lose my title gives me some energy. I put one foot down and try to bridge by lifting my back off the mat in an attempt to throw you off balance yt
23:40 JobberifficTiff: I wiggle my hips on your face, smiling as my bare breasts sway with my dance as your body unfolds under me. The crowd cheering loudly as you struggle, the ref continues the count as I grind on your face, smothering you firmly under me as the ref raises his hand for the last time and your leg flexes, your body bridging, bucking me up, losing my balance as you break the pin, rolling away from you and up to my hands and knees as the fans gasp at the near fall. yt
23:45 Paul_Job: Pride makes me find a shred of energy I didn't think I still had. I can throw you off balance. You go to the side on all fours. I take a deep breath. I'm on my last legs, but luckily still in the match. I cough, I snort, I try to roll onto my side and then I get on all fours too. I have a headache, the arena spins around me like a hula hoop. I shake my head, I'm stunned. I turn to you and notice your huge naked breasts dangling. I go towards the ropes and try to grab them to get up, I'm very slow. I have a huge effort to move yt
00:14 JobberifficTiff: I push up to my feet as I see you struggling on the mat, coughing and gasping for air, slowly sliding to your side and then to your hands and knees, you are looking in pretty bad shape, almost teetering as you crawl towards the ropes as I follow a bit behind you, wondering if you are playing with me again, but watching you struggle to grab the ropes and pull yourself up I decide it's time to put you away. I step behind you as you are pulling yourself up, you're staring out at the fans as they cheer wildly for this incredible match. I grab your chin and turn my back, pushing my butt against yours, grunting as I dip and pull back on your chin, looking to pull you off the ropes, arching your body against my back as I try to lift you up in a back breaking air depriving hangman hold. yt
00:19 Paul_Job: I hold on to the ropes, I don't know what's going on. I'm too stunned to realize it. I feel grabbed by the brim. Your ass levers mine and you pull me. My feet lift off the ground, you drag me along. I don't resist. I moan in pain and fear "No, no, no, please." I try to do something, but if I move, the pressure on my neck increases. yt
00:29 JobberifficTiff: I pull you off the ropes, keeping you hanging off my back as I step towards the middle of the ring, each step making my bare chest jiggle and sway as your body trembles against my back, your moans bringing a smile to my face as your cockiness has faded, the crowd on their feet as they've seen me use this before to end my matches. I give them a little sway of my body, wiggling to keep you struggling before I kick my legs out and drop to my bubble butt, your head and neck snapping off my shoulder as we land. yt
00:34 Paul_Job: I'm trapped in your grip. I feel like I'm hanged. I hear the screams of the audience, but I don't see anything. I am blinded by pain. Suddenly you fall on my ass and this movement twists my neck in a strong and unnatural way. When your butt slams on the mat your huge boobs bounce and the audience likes it. I fall to the floor on my chest, exhausted. I don't move, I'm lying like a wet rag on the floor.
01:01 JobberifficTiff: The fans going wild as you drop from my back, collapsing to the mat without much movement. I smile to the crowd as push your sweaty body, rolling you onto your back, looking down at you as you lay splayed out on the mat, I need to keep you down. I thought I had you with my big booty drop, but you managed to kick out so this time I've giving you the full treatment. I slip a leg over you, climbing on top of you for a full body pin, letting my legs snake around yours, grapevining them, my hips pressing against yours, moaning softly as I feel your bulge against my thong. My hands going to your wrists as I pin your arms down, lastly I can't help but humiliate you for everything you've put me through as I lower my bare breasts onto your face, looking to smother you while the ref counts the pin. "ONE!" yt
01:07 Paul_Job: I fainted. The blow was lethal. You turn me onto my back. My arms and legs spread out on the mat. My chest heaves and falls from gasping for breath. I will not move. You lock my legs with yours. You grab my wrists and lock my arms to the ground. Press your pelvis against mine to pin me to the ground. Then suddenly I miss the air. My eyes widen and all I see are your fat breasts squished into my face. The referee counts TWO. I want to move, I know I'm about to lose my belt. But I have no strength. Only my cock gets hard as it rubs against your pelvis. I feel destroyed and humiliated, in body and soul. I run out of air, pass out, while the referee counts THREE
01:07 Paul_Job: yt
01:21 JobberifficTiff: I tremble on top of you feeling your bulge growing against me, my body pinning you down as the ref continues the count, pressing my chest firmly against your face, trying to keep you dazed and confused long enough to finish the pin, to win the match. I feel your body slump under me, going silent between my breasts as the ref slaps the mat one final time and calls for the bell. The fans erupting in cheers as I take a deep breath and sigh of relief as I climb off of you and get to my feet, the referee raising my arm and presenting me with the OPCW title.
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Published: 2023-06-13, viewed 96 times.