Hentai Match: Dave Blake vs Jean Richard

Dave felt himself getting closer to his climax, panting as the body scissors seemed to squeeze the air from him as well. Knowing there was no way out of the hold, Dave decided to try and resist Jean's ministrations, though by the looks of it, the match was all but in Jean's favor.

Laying back on Jean's chest, he whispered, "Don't...stop...mmmmmm"

David was all but putty in Jean's hands at this point, all his struggles had died out and he had resigned to riding out the rest of the match. That was fine by Jean, and he eased up on the nelson so that he could slide his hands under David's shirt, running his hands over his chest and pinching his nipples. Judging from the way he was moaning, David wasn't going to last much longer.

Dave lay there, weakly trying to fight back, but it was for show at this point. He gasped lightly, feeling Jean's hands snake under his shirt and pinch his nipples as he neared his orgasm.

"Jean....." he moaned, his pants getting tight, "I'm gonna....cum....."

"Then do it, cum for me" Jean said in a husky voice, doubling his efforts to arouse and jerk David off. Just a few more strokes and the match was his.

"Don't want others seeing me nude?" Dave moaned out, "How....noble of you..."

A few more strokes later and Dave arched his back, yelling out Jean's name as his dick shot off, leaving a dark growing mark on the crotch of his jeans. With a long sigh, Dave fell back against Jean, his eyes closing for a moment as he bathed in the warm afterglow.

From the growing dark spot on his jeans and the loud moan David had made, it was clear to both the ref and the audience that the match had been decided. The bell rang DING DING DING and Jean's theme and name were announced over the loudspeakers to the cheers and whoops of the crowd.

"Gotta leave em wanting something more for next time" Jean replied to David, finally able to rest as he laid his head back on the mat. Oh he'd certainly be given an earful and more later about that low blow, but for now he was content to enjoy the fans screaming his name and the euphoria of winning an official match.

Dave looked at Jean, "You're...gonna pay for that low blow....you know that right?"

He tried to untangle himself, and a few of his fans cheered seeing that he was ok. Not that he wouldn't be. He hasn't been in a match yet that resulted in hospital time, fingers crossed anyway.

"Mhmm" Jean murmured somewhat absentmindedly, letting David get up and free. He sat up with the biggest grin on his face, waving to the cheering crowd. He was caught up in his own little world, and probably would be for quite a while.

WINNER: JEAN RICHARDS