King vs Anarchy rd 2- Handcuff Match

Each and every thrust and retreat of the beast between her thighs dragged the girl's body an inch or so int he same direction as her inner walls hugged tightly around the invading shaft. She tried to contribute to the spectacle they presented, but her muscles had given out leaving her only able to squirm meekly on the mat before him. At his sides her feet bobbed in the air and her thighs quivered to hold them up; little by little she began to lose this fight too as the weight of her own legs served to only spread her farther until she was in nearly a full split beneath her conqueror, her king.

A crimson blush stained Anne's cheeks as she turned her head to look out at the ravenous crowd, all now cheering for her violation. A new shudder ran down her spine as large, powerful hands pushed up her t-shirt to expose her pert and yielding breasts. When he squeezed and used her tits to pull her into his reckless thrusts a renewed howl of shameful lust was ripped from Anne's lips, "Oh! Holy shit! Feels... so... fucking... good!" The exhibitionist was devouring her own humiliation, already dripping wet from her earlier indignities. She was, perhaps surprisingly, just letting herself enjoy this treatment.

King vigorously pushing in deeper into Anne sex as the girl feeling really good about it especially when his large hands squeezing her ample breasts hidden under her punk shirts, feeling how soft and juicy it feels, can hear her moaning out loud as the girl who lose to him and get dominated by the man beast himself, shes enjoying it being fucked.

"MMMMM!"

Thought after few more pushes of fucking the schoolgirl punk, he soon found himself not able to hold it in any longer, shooting hot seeds as he climax into her sex, panting out loud giving her oh so much pleasure and joy for her good work at being a jobber for him, surely its a well worth reward for her.

He would give himself a moment and push his shaft into her with couple of push before pulling himself out from her, on his knees as he pants, looking right at her knowing he did good to her sexy body.

A chorus of lustful, almost delirious cries of pleasure infused with pain were pulled from Anne's lungs one after another as the beast continued to defile her slender body. Lost in the debauchery her head rolled from side to side on the mat as she yielded to his attentions. With each successive thrust the little punk's pleasure seemed to only increase leaving her screaming out a stream of obscenity and vulgarity that she was scarcely aware she was saying.

Blue eyes snapped open in horror and shock, whimpering with jaw agape, as she felt the sudden flood of her king's hot cum surge into her deepest depths. His final thrusts would force squeaking, breathless gasps from the bleach blonde schoolgirl before he withdrew. Her throbbing sex gaped and dripped a thick cocktail of their combined fluids, leaving her to shivering and moan weakly as she lay half naked upon the mat; exhausted, bound, and utterly defeated. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, only an inarticulate whimpering sound.

King finished having his way with the hot schoolgirl punk Anne, all of his energy nearly sucked right out of him and shoot right into her sex before he could slide it right out of her, panting while covered in sweats, he did good to her body and knowing she likes it for sure, can tell from her expressions and her heaving of air, exhausted from their 'fun time'.

"Heh, rematch anytime jobber...." he said.

The beast pulling himself up to his feet after getting his wet cock back in his trunks, arms up while standing beside her getting another win over Anne Archy.

With her near naked body glistening with sweat, and her thighs slick with cum, Anne lay on her back still writhing involuntarily. The vanquished rocker groaned in a pitiful manner as her every muscle, inside and out, was sore and bruised. At the talk of another rematch she turned her face away from her king, eyes closed, trying to think of something biting to say but her thoughts were still too clouded.

Rolling over on to her side the still bound schoolgirl would begin to quiver in a mixture of chill and fatigue as she endeavored to roll back up onto her knees. Without the use of her hands, and worn as she was, she only managed to flop like a landed fish a few times before collapsing down to the mat; resigned and defeated.

Backstage Lily Belle watched on with a finger upon her chin. Another rematch... How would they follow this up? An idea! A handicap match: Anne and another girl versus King at the next Pay-Per-View. It would likely be another jobber, more fodder before the beast, but it should make for a better show than King throwing Anne about alone.

Victory: King by way of Handcuffs