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10:58 Paul Job: I stand locker room, ready for the action. I finally have the chance to have my revenge against the one who ripped the OPCW World Title off my waist. I hear my music, a punk-rock tune. I go out on stage, black shorts, yellow t-shit and high sneakers. I ride a skateboard towards the ring, do a pair or skills on the ramp and then i enter in the ring. The announcer introduces me "From Italy, 173cm and 68kg, the challenge Paul Job". The crowd is electrified by my entrance. I take off my shirt, throw it to a girl in the audience and raise my fists to greet the fans. Then, as my music fades, I settle in my corner 

11:05 JobberifficTiff: I hear the cheers from the crowd as you make your entrance. My music fills the arena and I step through the curtain to a roar of my own as the crowd welcomes their champion. I smile and wave and blow a few kisses to them as I make my way to the ring, the OPCW World Title around my waist, all eyes on it and me as I climb up onto the apron. I turn around and pose for the fans a final time before slipping into the ring, letting the bright ring lights shine off the belt I've worked hard to win and keep, soaking in the roar of the crowd before climbing through the ropes. I hand the belt to the referee and head towards my corner. 

11:10 Paul Job: I'm nervous but excited at the same time. When I see you enter the adrenaline starts to circulate faster in my veins. I can't wait to get my hands on you and take that belt back. It will be a last person standing, so of us, at the end of the match, one of us will have the OPCW world champion belt, the other will be knocked unconscious on the mat. I wait for the referee to finish his checks and do some bounces on my toes 

11:15 JobberifficTiff: I make my way to my corner, adjusting my black one piece suit, cut low in the front to give the crowd a good look at my ample chest, bouncing on the balls of my black wrestling boots as I limber up and stretch as the ref comes over to do his final checks, the crowd already murmuring about what they think the outcome will be as the referee finishes and calls for the bell. 

11:18 Paul Job: I hear the bell and finally my very long wait is over. This is the moment I've been waiting for. Now all I have to do is stay focused on my goal: beating you! I bend my knees and start walking carefully towards you, I observe you. I'll do some pretending, but I want you to show your cards first

 11:22 JobberifficTiff: I take a deep breath as the bell rings and step out of my corner, raising my arms as we both move towards the middle of the ring, both of us ready to get our hands on each other. The crowd cheering as we approach and I let us get closer and closer before lunging forward, trying for a collar and elbow lock up with you. 

11:24 Paul Job: I trained a lot for this challenge, I watched the videos of all your matches. I've been preparing my revenge for months. I expected this initial maneuver, so I'm ready to evade it. I bend down and pass under your arm. I come behind you and wrap my arms around your waist. I grab my wrist at your abdomen and press my crotch against your ass in a waist lock 

11:27 JobberifficTiff: I lunge forward, ready for the lock up to feel our bodies struggling for control...and instead I feel you slipping under and around me, gasping as you grab my arm as you do, pulling it behind my back as you slip there yourself, groaning softly as you press your body against mine, feeling your hips against my backside, my arm pulled against my back as I struggle in your grip. 

11:47 Paul Job: I hold you from behind and press my pelvis against your ass. Then I try to arch my back to lift you up and throw you behind me with a belly to back suplex. I feel motivated, full of energy, eager to win

09:50 JobberifficTiff: I struggle in your grip, feeling you rubbing your hips against my ample backside, my eyes going wide as I feel you switching as you grab my body and arch back, my boots kicking as they leave the mat, lifted up and over you as I crash hard to the mat with a loud moan as the fans gasp and cheer.

09:52 Paul_Job: This move excited me a lot and having a good start can be very important to finish the match well. I hear the sound of your body falling into the ring. I immediately rotate and stand up. I shout to incite the crowd, who applaud me. I make the sign of the belt around my waist. Then I get closer to you and try a stomp on your abdomen

09:58 JobberifficTiff: I lay on the mat, rubbing my neck as I moan, trying to get my bearings as you get to your feet, shouting to the crowd who answer you with cheers. Trying to sit up as you turn your attention back to me, your foot slamming into my body as you shove me back to the mat with another moan as I hold my belly and roll towards the ropes.

10:01 Paul_Job: This is a match that is fought until the opponent is KO'd. There is no room for kindness and gallantry. I walk up to you and grab your long hair. I pull to force you to stand up. "Come on, champion! Stand up." If I can get you to your feet I'll wrap my arm around your neck to lock you in a front headlock, pumping my biceps around your neck

10:05 JobberifficTiff: I roll away from you, reaching for the ropes with one hand as you grab my hair and jerk me back. Wincing as you drag me away from the ropes, pulling me up to my feet, trying to get a hold of you as you twist me around, wrapping your arms around my head as you taunt me, squeezing me as you press my face against your side. I struggle in the hold, getting my feet under me, needing to turn things around in this title match, slipping one hand around your waist and the other between your legs to get a good grip of you, but I make sure to get your crotch in the way, squeezing it, hoping it will break your concentration as I grunt and lift, trying to lift you up and fall backwards in a back drop of my own.

10:10 Paul_Job: While I hold your head I feel your hand pressing on my balls. UGHHH I moan, as without my control my muscles weaken and my penis hardens. I'm forced to leave your head. Immediately afterwards my feet lift off the mat. You display strength and skill worthy of a champion. I am thrown to the ground. My body bounces and finally I remain in an embryonic position, with my head resting sideways on the mat. I moan and hold my hands in my crotch

10:24 JobberifficTiff: I can't help but smile as I feel an immediate reaction to the hold, the moan sends a tingle down my spine and your arms release my head as I feel your crotch stiffening in retaliation to my grip. The crowd gasping as it's my turn to show off my strength as I lift your feet off the mat and slam you across your neck and shoulders as I drop to the mat. Feeling you bouncing then rolling slightly away from me I get to my feet, posing for the crowd, making the same title belt around my waist motion to which the fans cheer. Smiling as they do "That's why I'm the best!" I yell to them and they answer with a loud roar. Finally turning back to you, seeing you holding your crotch I bend down for your hair, "Come on, can't have you taking the ten count already." I laugh as I look to pull you up to your feet.

10:31 Paul_Job: My testicles hurt, but my back hurts more from the blow I received. But I feel like you're procrastinating, I turn towards you. Interact with audiences who don't like you very much. Then you make the belt sign, clearly mocking me. This thing makes me nervous. You come closer to me and grab me by my long hair. You pull me. Initially I try to resist, but after a few moments I follow your movement. I go first on my knees, then on my feet. As soon as I put both feet on the ground, however, I have a reaction. I hug you with my arms around your waist. I try to do a squat and lift. My face ends up on your chest, right between your tits. There's a lot of excitement, but there's a belt up for grabs and I have to win. I try to lift you up and then slam your shoulders onto the mat in a sort of spine buster

10:44 JobberifficTiff: I smile as you climb up to your feet, ready to really take it to you as you struggle, looking already worse for wear, gasping as you wrap your arms around me, pulling me tightly against your body. I can't help but tremble as I feel you breath on my breasts as your face presses against my chest, , but before I can wrap my arms around your head and trap you there you lift me up and twist, dropping back to the mat as you slam me to the mat on my back, "Uggghhhhhh" moaning as we land.

11:06 Paul_Job: Your tits move away from my face and you fall with your shoulders on the ground. I spring upright and take a couple of steps back to immediately regain my balance. I lean my back against the ropes and look at you. I take a breath, a grimace of pain. The match has just started, but we have already exchanged very hard blows. I observe you, then I run towards you. When I'm close enough I take a leap to try to fall with my shoulders on your chest, so as to crush your tits under my weight

23:58 JobberifficTiff: I bounce on the mat moaning as you bounce to your feet as you back up against the ropes. My breasts heaving, panting to fill my lungs as you look down at me, feeling you sizing me up as I take another deep breath. The crowd cheering as you finally push off the ropes and rush towards me, you leap up into the air, I gasp and roll, trying to get out of the way before you come crashing down.

02:11 Paul_Job: You roll on your side and my back hits only the mat. I moan and arc my back, then roll towards the side of the ring. The fall wasn't too hard, but it gave me enough pain to make me waste some seconds. I grab the ropes and pull myself up to my feet

19:47 JobberifficTiff: I manage to roll away, hearing the thud behind me as you land on the mat. I rub my back with one hand as I roll over to my knees, pushing up to my feet as I see you roll towards the ropes, the fans cheering as we go back and forth. I wince and follow after you, letting you pull yourself up, letting you get half way as I push my body against you, trying to choke you across the middle rope.

06:26 Paul_Job: I'm getting up, a little with difficulty, after falling on my back on the mat. As I'm about to stand upright, before turning around, you attack me from behind. My throat ends up on the second rope and you, with your weight, crush me to strangle me. My hands dangle outside the ring, over the second rope. You scream, hoping the referee will enforce the rules and stop your action on the ropes

13:22 JobberifficTiff: I hold the top rope, pushing my leg into your back as I put my weight on you, choking you on the middle rope. "I'm the best! Tell them!" I yell at you as the fans get louder as the match heats up, throttling you against the ropes as the referee comes over, yelling at me to let you go. I keep the choke for a second or two more before letting go of the ropes and letting you breathe, reaching for your hair as I try to drag you off the ropes and back up to your feet.

15:10 Paul_Job: You strangle me against the second rope. The eyes are wide open, they seem to pop out of their sockets. Finally I hear the referee warning you, but you don't let go. I have no air. Finally you let me go and I am pushed to the ground by the ropes. I'm lying on the mat when you grab my long hair and pull me. The previous move has weakened me and I can't react. As I stand up I hold on to your leotard to ease your pull on my hair. You manage to get me up and stand in front of you.

00:37 JobberifficTiff: The fans whistle as your hands tug and stretch my suit, showing bits of me off as I pull you up to your feet, trying not to mind as you look to be struggling to get your breath. I try to take advantage of that as I let go of your hair and wrap my arms around you. Squeezing you tight as I try to lift you up and pull you tight against me in a air robbing bearhug. I grunt as I squeeze, my hot breath against your face as I flex my muscles, but knowing I need to do so much more to you to keep you down tonight I drop to one knee, trying to drop you crotch first across it a sadistic smile on my face.

00:48 Paul_Job: You stand up and then hug me. Your breasts are pressed against my belly, we are face to face. I try to put my hands on your shoulders to push you, but you lift me up. You only hold me up for a moment, because then you let me fall onto your exposed knee. My balls hit your knee and compress. My pelvis and back also feel the blow. I groan in pain. I try not to fall but I stagger backwards with my hands on my groin

00:16 JobberifficTiff: I smirk as you slam crotch first hard against my thigh, I can practically feel the pain shoot through you as you moan, your body trembling as you stagger, your hands going between your legs. Pushing back up to both feet as I move towards you, reaching out for you again, trying to wrap my arms around you and trap your arms to your sides in another bearhug. My breasts pressing tightly against your squirming body as I try to lift you up again, wanting to squeeze the air out of you, but to win this match I'm going to have to do more than that and as the crowd cheers at the action I drop to my knee again looking to crush your crotch against it for a second time.

03:43 Paul_Job: The blow to the testicles and pelvis caused enormous damage. I feel pain, I stagger and I hold my hands in my groin. You understand that that shot had an impact and you want to repeat it. You come closer to me, you hug me again. Your breasts still press against my body. I can't react because you block my arms. You are strong and once again you lift me up to make me fall on your knee again. I feel the balls reaching my throat, I moan, my energy abandons me. I fall to the ground and gasp in the middle of the ring, almost crying for the pain

01:12 JobberifficTiff: The crowd a chaotic cacophony as you cry out in pain as I target your crotch, remembering how you've used it as a distraction and taunt in our previous match. Standing up as you slump to the mat watching you writhe in pain. I blow a kiss to my fans before stepping over you, reaching down for your wrists, trying to pull your arms back as I push my boot into your lower back, looking to bend you into a painful surfboard.

01:16 Paul_Job: I writhe in pain on the ground when you grab my wrists and force me to lie flat on my chest. I feel your foot pressing on my back and then you pull my arms. I scream in pain and try to kick, I move my feet to slam them on the ground, hoping to make you lose balance

01:21 JobberifficTiff: Your cries once again fill the ring as I pull back on your arms, stretching your body, my foot pushing on your lower back just above the waistband of your suit, making sure your sore crotch is rubbing against the mat. I want to continue punishing you, planning to drive you face first into the mat after I've had my fun, but you squirm and struggle, your legs kicking, hitting my planted foot. I gasp as my leg buckles, the other on your back unable to help me as I topple to the mat.

01:27 Paul_Job: You hurt my upper limb joints. The pressure of your foot on my pelvis makes me rub my cock on the ground. The public likes this attitude of yours, but I don't. Then luckily the movement of my feet forces you to let go. Fall. I try to move as quickly as I can, on all fours, towards the ropes, to try to stand up

09:59 JobberifficTiff: I land on the mat as you crawl across the ring towards the ropes, glaring at you as you manage to escape. I push up to my feet as you are trying to do the same with the aid of the ropes, I grit my teeth and rush towards you, trying to clothesline you hopefully up and over the ropes and out of the ring.

11:18 Paul_Job: I stand up with the help of the ropes and turn towards you. As soon as I turn my head I see you running quickly towards me with your arm outstretched to hit me. Instinctively I bend down and lower my head to pass under your arm. I succeed, I avoid your clothesline, but my head bangs against your hard and protruding breasts. I get thrown back. My body does a rotation and I go through the second and third ropes. Then I fall on the ring apron and then I roll already, on the floor without protection

00:52 JobberifficTiff: I gasp as you duck under my arm, rushing full speed into you, "Uggghhh" grunting as our bodies collide, your own falling between the ropes, pulling on them as you do as my own hits the lowered top rope, my eyes wide as I go up and over it, trying to grab it as I do, unable to get a good grip as I twist around it and land with a moan onto the apron as you crash roll to the floor. I sit up and rub my back as the noise from the crowd buzzes in my ears, pushing off the apron and to my feet on the floor outside the ring as you lay there, I rub my chest still stinging from running into you as I reach down for your long hair, trying to pull you up off the floor and get control of you again.

04:30 Paul_Job: After the fall I feel shaken, slightly dizzy. The impact of your boobs on my head was very hard, like the fall on the outside of the ring. You follow me, I'm on my hands and knees shaking my head trying to recover. Give me a few seconds while you exit the ring. Then you grab my hair and pull me up. My face almost rubs against your tits. But I have to react. I try to grab your leotard, right on the cleavage and pull down, trying to reveal your breasts and make sure that the straps of the leotard block your arms at your sides for a moment. If I can I'll try to hit your exposed chest with an open hand chop

16:32 JobberifficTiff: I take a deep breath as I drag you up to your feet wanting to punish you further outside of the ring, the fans cheering loudly as they get an up close view of the action. I feel you hot breath against my chest as I pull you up, gasping as I feel you grabbing my suit tugging firmly on it as you pull my straps off my shoulders. My breasts heaving and jiggling as I try to step back but you slam your hand across my chest, the crowd roaring as the loud smack can be heard throughout the area, gasping and moaning as I try to cover my breasts as I stagger back.

05:02 Paul_Job: I pull down the straps of your leotard and your breasts pop out. When my hand hits your chest it touches your tits. I see you step back, with your arms covering your naked breasts. I try to get back into my comfort zone as a high flyer wrestler and take quick steps towards you. I put my hands on your shoulders and try to jump to put my thighs on either side of your neck, so I can sit on your shoulders. My crotch bangs in your face. Then if I succeed, I'll throw myself back with my fist trying to flip you to the floor with a hurricarrana

23:52 JobberifficTiff: I'm shocked as you smack my heavy breasts, trying to rub the sting from them and also fix my straps as you rush towards me, leaping up, my eyes go wide as you land on my shoulders, moaning against your crotch as it rubs against my face, my hands going to your thighs as I stagger for a moment, trying to get my legs under you to slam you down when you throw yourself backwards, pulling me with you as I we flip up and over, "Uggggghhhhhhh" moaning as I land hard on the floor.

04:17 Paul_Job: I can make you fall with an athletic move, which the audience appreciates. I hear the applause while I'm on the ground. I sit down for a moment, I'm thrilled. Then I roll to the side and stand up as quickly as I can. I look at you, you are lying on the ground, your breasts are exposed. The referee counts because the match cannot continue outside the ring. I then decide to grab you by the hair and then pull you up onto your feet. If I succeed I'll push you towards the ring apron to roll you under the bottom rope towards the inside of the ring

10:30 JobberifficTiff: The crowd cheers as you slam me down, moaning as I lay dazed on the floor outside of the ring, my heavy breasts heaving as you climb off of me, staring up at the lights as I try to take a deep breath. I try to get my body to roll over, needing to try to get back up as the referee shouts from the ring, trying to get us back inside. I moan as I feel you gripping me by the hair as you "help" me to my feet, trying to get my legs under me as you drag me tot he apron, my bare breasts bouncing and swaying for all to see as you shove me onto the apron and roll me into the ring. I groan as I roll under the ropes, trying to push push up to my hands and knees as I crawl towards the ropes to pull myself up.

10:36 Paul_Job: I push you inside the ring, then i grab the bottom rope of the ring and pull myself up to stand on the apron ring. I see you moving towards the ropes, then you pull yourself up to your feet. But I'm in a good position for an other high flying attack. I put my foot on the first rope, then jump and bounce with both my feet on the top one. Then I jump and aim a drop kick to your chest in the right moment you stand on your feet https://i.makeagif.com/media/6-08-2020/SbBg9i.gif

10:40 JobberifficTiff: I tug on the ropes, using them to pull me back to my feet, brushing my hair out of my face, my breasts heaving as I take a deep breath and turn to see where you are. My eyes widen as I see you bounce on the top rope and with a roar from the crowd launch yourself back into the ring, your boots slamming against my bare chest, "Ugggghhhhhh" moaning as I'm sent backwards, losing my feet again as you send me back to the mat staring up at the lights again, my hands rubbing my sore breasts.

10:49 Paul_Job: My flying kick connects. My feet crash your tits and you fall down. I quickly stand on my feet and look at you. The crowd appreciates my high flying styles and someone thinks that your reign is close to the end. I stand behind you and grab your head. I try to pull your head up and wrap my arm around it to try and lock you in a dragon sleeper while i stay on my knees

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10:54 JobberifficTiff: I roll back and forth on the mat as I rub my chest, wincing as I try to sit up as I feel your hands in my hair again, pulling me up as you wrap your arm around my head, my body arched backwards as my chest is thrust out, moaning as I'm looking up at the lights again my arms waving then pawing and prying at your arms as you lock me in a dragon sleeper, the fans cheer loudly for you.

11:02 Paul_Job: I feel like this could be one of the defining moments of the match. I flex my biceps to tighten my sleeper hold. You move your legs, I'll try to hurt you even more. I raise my free hand and then drop a hammer fist on your chest. I feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I pound into you. I think the match is going my way

11:06 JobberifficTiff: I struggle in your grip as you squeeze me in the hold, squirming as you work the hold, my legs kicking the mat in front of me as I pry at your arms, breasts heaving as I try to get free, "Ugggghhhhh" moaning as you slam your fist into my chest, my body trembling against yours, panting as I pull on your arm, trying to get any air I can.

11:10 Paul_Job: I enjoy hearing you moan in pain. "Unfortunately I am forced to finish you. I will not be able to have mercy when you give up" I tense my muscles to hold you tight. I try to stand up to lift you too and finally bend one knee. I'll stick it in your back and put your other knee on the ground. I want to transform your body into a bow ready to shoot an arrow

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11:18 JobberifficTiff: I tug on your arms, body squirming as I try to get free, kicking my leg up to try to kick you, but unable to make any contact. I moan as you squeeze me, pushing up off your knees as you force me up as well, my body arched deeply for the whole arena to see as you bend me over your knee, my chest thrust up towards your face as the fans grow louder and louder at the thought of you knocking me out. My body shuddering as I struggle, desperately reaching for your face now much closer to me as I try to rake your eyes with my nails.

11:21 Paul_Job: I hold your body tense in my grip. Your boobs are so close to my face that they're probably distracting me. Maybe I'm too sure I'll win. I don't notice your hand reaching my face. Your nails get into my eyes and I immediately have to let you go. I push you from behind and then I stand up and back towards the corner with my hands in my face. I see little or nothing. I complain "Hey referee, this bitch plays dirty!"

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11:26 JobberifficTiff: I drop to the mat free of your grip, gasping and moaning, rubbing my neck, my breasts heaving and jiggling as I try to fill my lungs as you shove me to the mat. I push up to my hands and knees and then to my feet as you back into the corner, your hands on your face as you yell for the referee who moves over to check on you. I take another deep breath and push up to my feet as you continue to chastise the referee. I wince but push through the pain you've put me through as I try to rush as best I can across the ring why you are distracted. The referee seeing me coming moves out of the way at the last minute, I hope between that and the nails to your face you don't see me coming as I lift my leg and try to slam the sole of my boot into your handsome face.

11:30 Paul_Job: The referee is next to me and I complain about your move. I can't see anything, but it's like there's a thick fog. The lights in the arena also bother me. But I hear the sound of your footsteps. Then the referee moves. I turn to try to see you. I just see your tits swinging as you run and finally the sole of your boot zooming in. You hit me at least, my head snaps back. The feet lift off the ground. I slide with my back against the turnbuckles of the corner and then fall sitting down, dazed, with my hands on the bottom rope

11:39 JobberifficTiff: The sound of your moan as my boot connect with your face brings me some bit of solace. I also can't help but love the way your body slides down the turnbuckles, your head bobbing and then lulling as you land your backside, your chest heaving, arms over the ropes you look far too perfect for me not to. I smile for the first time in while in this match as I adjust my suit, pulling the material between my cheeks as I swivel my hips and turn around, my arms raised as the fans start to cheer for me seeing what I am going for as I slowly push my almost bare backsides into your face, looking to take your breath away this time.

11:42 Paul_Job: My head bobs, I'm dizzy. Your football almost devastated me. While I'm sitting I look up and see your ass coming towards me. I try to move my hands, but it's too late. My face ends up deep between your buttocks. You push my head against the corner protection pad. I start to move my legs rapidly, kick and slam my feet on the ground. I miss the air.

11:46 JobberifficTiff: I can't help but love your reaction as your body springs to life, your legs kicking rapidly, your hands slapping at my hips and thighs as my ass meets your face, I bite my lip, blushing as I play it up for the crowd starting to feel like myself again as I wiggle my hips, working you deeper between my cheeks. My breasts bouncing as I show off recovering breath as I steal yours.

11:49 Paul_Job: Move your hips, your twerkking makes me bang my head repeatedly against the corner pad. I can't breathe and this movement of yours stuns me. I snort. I feel like I'm losing my strength. I try to put my hands on your buttocks to push you, in the hope of finding some oxygen

12:05 JobberifficTiff: Your hands push against my backside as it mashes against your face, I thrust my hips back driving your head against the bottom turnbuckle again and again, the fans cheering louder as I show off in the corner, I could let you go as I feel you weakening a bit behind me, but I remember how close you came to knocking me out and I want to one up you. I give my heavy breasts a squeeze to get a pop from the crowd before grabbing the top rope for extra leverage and really leaning back into you, looking to cover your entire face and smother you completely in my ass.

12:08 Paul_Job: I can't breathe my face sinks even further into your ass. Even the thrust of my hands on your ass gradually weakens. Only my cock is hard. The position gave me an erection which is now evident in my shorts. The head hits the turnbuckle several times. I can't believe your ass is tearing me down like this

12:18 JobberifficTiff: I'm fully playing to the crowd now, smirking and laughing as I grind my backside against your face forcing you deeper between my cheeks, the fans loving it and they aren't the only one as I look down as see your hard cock pointed up at me. I give it a quick caress with my boot before returning my attention to your face looking back over my shoulder as I can't see any part of your face as it's completely hidden. I push back hard, pinning your head against the turnbuckle, grinding firmly against your handsome face as I look to put you out of your misery or just plain out.

12:24 Paul_Job: I have no strength left, I feel humiliated by your move. You've left me powerless using only your ass. I will not move. I didn't faint, but I can't even move a muscle. Only the cock is hard and it couldn't be otherwise

12:29 JobberifficTiff: Your body sags against the corner, completely spent under my dominant backside. I can't stop grinding on your face, the referee finally moving in and ordering me to release the hold as you stop moving and she's afraid your out. I reluctantly peel my cheeks off your face, playing to the crowd as I do, giving your cock another caress before I step out of the corner and let the referee check on you wondering if she won't even go with the count and just call for the bell.

12:34 Paul_Job: I'm blue, when you take your ass off my face my head hits the ground sideways. The referee approaches me and wants to make sure I'm still awake. I move my hand trying to slide away, but I can't move. However, the referee understands that I still have my senses and therefore lets the match continue. My eyes are wide open, I'm looking at you. Your ass destroyed me

17:10 JobberifficTiff: The referee checking on you as you slump in the corner, you look like you are in really bad shape, but you seem to still be conscious. I grab the straps of my suit and begin to pull them back up as the referee declares that the match will continue and I look over at you in surprise. Your body looks tired and sore, but your eyes are wide and I can't help but notice that you are staring at my bare breasts. This has been a theme in our matches, you seem to try to get in my head by stripping me. I chuckle and smirk, lowering my arms as I pull my straps back down, pulling my suit down, wiggling my hips as I playfully strip myself out of my suit, leaving me in just my wrestling boots. The fans letting out a loud cheer as I look to see how big your eyes are now as I move back towards you to pull you out of the corner.

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09:11 Paul_Job: My body spasms after being smothered by your ass for a long time. My eyes are wide open and I see that, instead of finishing me, you undress. I don't understand why you do this. Maybe you want the public to love you, or you have a craving for protagonism and having a belt around your waist isn't enough for you. But I don't remain helpless. The referee doesn't count because I move. I try to crawl with the little strength I have left. I put my hands on your feet and, holding on to your legs, I try to stand up. But I'm weak and do everything slowly. Your naked body, however, is statuesque and it seems that the match played so far has not affected your physical condition at all

00:36 JobberifficTiff: The ring lights shining off my sweat covered naked body as the fans continue to cheer, both at the display I'm giving them and as you move on your own in the corner, you crawl to me, your hands on my legs as you pull yourself up. I stand and watch wondering if that alone will tire you out, letting you get to your feet, your body rubbing against mine, smiling as I slip a hand between your thighs, my arm rubbing against your still firm cock, my hand gripping your backside as I try to scoop you up, trying to get you completely upside down with my arms around your waist and your face against my bare crotch as I look to punish you and give the fans something to really cheer about.

01:53 Paul_Job: I struggle to get up, but you're in no hurry and you give me all the time I need. My face rubs on your naked body. When I'm standing my legs shake and my cock is very hard. You, with extreme ease, showing great power, lift me up, grabbing me by the balls. You hold me upside down, my face is pressed against your pussy. I can smell you and understand that this domination situation turns you on. The contact with your pussy excites me too and my hard cock is really attached to your mouth, but there is the fabric of my shorts that separates them, in this strange 69. I'm afraid but I can't recover and I wait for mine inexorable destiny

15:43 JobberifficTiff: I lift you up, holding your sweaty beaten body upside down against mine, a tingle down my spine as I feel your breath against my pussy, your face rubbing against it as I feel your cock straining against your trunks, rubbing against my own lips. I moan softly against it as I strain to keep you up, squeezing you around the waist to keep you in my grip as I take a step and then another, walking you to the middle of the ring, showing you off as well as my naked body as I let everyone in the arena get a good look at you before dropping to my knees and spiking you head first into the mat.

15:48 Paul_Job: You carry me towards the center of the ring. My body is squeezed against your boobs. My face rubs on your pussy, my hard cock against your face. But after few moments you drop on your knees, slam my head to the mat and turn my light off. I lay on my back in spread eagle position. I'm motionless

15:55 JobberifficTiff: I grunt as your hard cock slaps against my face as your body trembles as your head hits the mat, I blush a bit as it slides down my face as your body slowly topples to the mat. My bare pussy pressed against your face, feeling your shallow breathing sends another tingle through me and I can't help but grind myself against your face, leaving my own excitement glistening off of it as the referee orders me off your clearly unconscious body so that she can make the count. I give the fans a bit more of a show and your face a bit more of a wash before seductively standing up. I grab my suit off the canvas as I toss it over your face, making a clear statement that you aren't going to make the ten count as I smile and pose for the crowd as the referee begins her count.

15:59 Paul_Job: You cover my face with your ass and your pussy. The crowd gets crazy for your moves. I am out cold, totally destroyed. But I'm still horny. When the ref starts to count I don't move. One, two, three... I stay in Dreamland

16:01 JobberifficTiff: The fans counting along with the referee as you lay motionless on the mat. I saunter around my corner playing to the crowd as the referee continues. Four, five, six...Smiling proudly as you still remain motionless, hoping you stay that way after this long draining match.

16:15 Paul_Job: I can't move, I'm totally out cold. The ref continue to count till Ten. Then the bell rings...

16:24 JobberifficTiff: My smile broadening as the count increases, fans yelling louder and louder along with it as it reaches nine and you still haven't moved from under my suit. The referee pauses and the whole arena waits before she shouts "Ten!" and calls for the bell. The arena erupts and my cheeks flush as I once again bask in the adulation of the fans. I saunter over to you and peel my sweat soaked suit off of your face, revealing you to the fans again. You're out cold on the canvas but your cock is still hard and I can't help but humiliate you further by leaning down and sliding your bottoms off, letting the whole arena see what's been rubbing against me all match.

16:24 JobberifficTiff: Leaving you naked on the mat as the referee hands me my title, taking it in one hand and hold your trunks in the other as I parade around you for the fans before turning and settling down onto your face again, giving you another ride, grinding against your lips, moaning and smiling as I raise both my title and your trunks high in the air as the crowd roars!