Matt Floyd vs Luna Gold (Complete)

Matt Released the sleeper and grabbed her wrist again. "That's more like it," he chuckled. He would move her into the ring corner handcuff one of her wrists, then loop it around the ring post and handcuff the other, effectively trapping her to the ring post. The bell rang to signal his victory.

Matt grinned and waved to the crowd, but the fun was just beggining.

She pulled back but could not get out of them. "What will you do to me?" she asked

When heard her, he smiled. Then he would slowly approach her until he was right in front of her. He lifted her chin slightly. "What do you want me to do to you?" he asked, and would slowly move his other arm to between her legs.

She closed her legs and twisted herself away. "Noo not there" she whined

Matt smiled wider. "I think we have a winner," he said. He would kneel down in front of her, and start to slide her shorts off. Matt's adrenaline fueled side was starting to take over now at the thought of having this cute girl all to himself.

"Don't strip me please" she cried out blushing bright red as her shorts were removed exposing her panties. "Don't do this in front of all these people"

Matt slid her shorts off and held them teasingly before her. "Why?" he asked, tossing her clothing over his shoulder. "The people like it." The crowd was indeed cheering loudly for Matt, rooting for more. "you don't want to dissapoint the crowd, do you?"

She crossed her legs. A small wet spot appeared on her panties. The more she is teased the more aroused she becomes.

Matt didn't notice the wetness between her legs yet, he was more focused on getting her shirt off. But with her hands cuffed behind her that would be difficult.

He stood back up so he could look into her face again. He smiled at her as he grasped the front of her shirt. Then he would tear it off in a single motion.

Luna's bra was exposed leaving her in her undies, shoes, and socks. "Please I don't want to be naked!" she cried