Ryan Knight vs Femi Zahara - Craving For More

Ryan wasn't one to play dirty much in the ring, even at the worst of times. Here however with his clash against Femi here in the ring was driving him in mind, body and soul. It was the fact that even after being so far from the ring with a motherly figure to boot showing the reason why she was still being able to take the mighty Paragon for a trip! The brief notion in Ryan's mind that if he had faced Femi at her prime......then he might not have even lasted this long against her!

That brief thought made Ryan's arm choke on Femi waver there and it allowed the curvy lady to move her legs around and actually transfer herself into a new one, that being a triangle choke of sorts! Femi might see Ryan's one eye widen in fear and shock there and he already felt his airways being sealed off and the pressure being put around his neck. He scrambled for a response and the arm not in the hold would end up tightly squeezing one of Femi's funbags in response to this!

The Paragon resolved on a bold gambit there, gritting his teeth he'd attempt to use his lower body and shuffle around with Femi in his frame there and try to get a leg resting on the bottom rope there to force a break! Still even with that Femi could still have 5 more sweet seconds to play with him there, even as he unintentionally coped a good feel of her~

As the referee commenced the countdown, Femi reveled in the dominance she exerted within the confines of the wrestling ring. Using his lower body, Ryan began to shuffle and maneuver his way towards the nearest rope, aiming to secure a break from Femi's hold. Although momentarily taken aback, Femi swiftly adapted to the situation at hand. She maintained the pressure of the triangle choke, relishing the few precious seconds she had to toy with Ryan.
Despite his determined struggles, Ryan's actions only served to heighten the sensual tension between them, unintentionally providing him with an intimate encounter with Femi's physique. However, Ryan, renowned for his resourcefulness and resilience, swiftly formulated a plan to counteract Femi's control. As Femi tightened her grip, she suddenly felt a forceful squeeze on one of her breasts. It was an act of desperation, yet it proved effective as Ryan attempted to distract Femi and gain a bit of respite.
Femi found herself caught off guard and experienced a mix of surprise and irritation due to this unexpected maneuver. Femi experienced a surge of contentment as she smoothly transitioned into a fresh hold, effectively trapping Ryan in a triangle choke. The strain on his neck was evident in his widened eye, revealing a flicker of fear and astonishment that went against his typically composed demeanor as the Paragon. Femi was unquestionably in command, and Ryan seemed to finally grasp this realization. With a gleeful chuckle, and a sexy smirk, she tightened her grip, trying to make him tap out. The motherly veteran knew her worth, and she was sure enough that Ryan had been completely defeated by her hands.

Ryan could feel a whole bunch of things here in this very moment, one of them being Femi's massive breasts that were probably larger than his head, the second being the ropes around his legs there signalling an incoming salvation of oxygen for him. The third was the opposite, namely his airways being choked out by the curvy lady's impressive thighs. The Paragon was almost feeling something in his mind there as he gazed at Femi there, namely a small notion of just giving up and letting her do this. After all Femi was clearly a skilled fighter despite having the build of one clearly having gone to seed, no doubt due to bearing a child. Still he knew if he did......he'd likely not hear the end of it from his own parent.....

"Okay that's five seconds, let em go Femi." the ref girl would say after she had counted to five and patted Femi's legs to signal to the mature lady that it was time to give it up. Lest Femi face a DQ there, if she released Ryan he'd roll a bit away and get his upper body away as he'd suck in sweet, sweet gasps of air there. His muscled body panting hard with beads of sweat dripping down it.

"Gahh......hahhhh......ahhhhh......n-nearly.......love......" Ryan panted out as he would slowly try and get into a crouched wrestling stance there, his very spirit close to slipping out of his body there from the exertion and intensity between the two~

Femi could sense the vibrations of Ryan's voice resonating through her thighs, as he struggled to catch his breath. At that moment, he was torn between the intense grip Femi had on him and the desperate need for oxygen. The referee's voice suddenly pierced through the tension, serving as a stark reminder that rules had to be upheld, even in the midst of the most heated confrontations within the ring. Femi, albeit reluctantly, relinquished her hold, granting Ryan the freedom to roll away and gasp for air as if his life depended on it.
As Ryan gradually regained his strength, Femi observed him intently, a blend of amusement and contentment evident in her expression. She couldn't help but marvel at the sight of his well-defined muscles, glistening with perspiration, which served as a testament to the physical demands of their intense clash. Deep within Femi, a fervent passion for competition ignited, fueled by her admiration for the unwavering determination demonstrated by her younger wrestling counterpart. However, it was the mention of the word "love" in Ryan's labored breathing that piqued her interest, causing a mischievous smirk to grace her face.
Femi playfully taunted Paragon, "You're a tough one, Ryan. But you've got a long way to go if you want to get a win out of me~" Her voice exuded a seductive blend of self-assurance and amusement, fully aware that this match was far from over and that Ryan had yet to unleash his hidden reserves of affection, tucked from his crotch. That's what truly mattered more than a win, perhaps, a round two of sudden sex—he had already put in a lot of hard work into fighting her, now it was time for her to reward him, with a kiss, sucking away the remains of his oxygen.

Ryan was struggling to come up with a retort to Femi's words there, she was shorter than him by a wide margin yet when he was on his knees in front of her she seemed like a larger than life lady there. With her maternal curves and body dripping with sweat and no doubt many that stood in the ring in her prime shared a similar view to the Paragon, he quietly panted as she sauntered towards him. Despite his efforts thus far she seemed more amused than concerned that she might lose to him........

Femi leaned in there, intent on draining Ryan like a succubus with a kiss there. Ryan didn't bother giving any resistance to it, but did manage to suck in a large breath of air for himself before her lips met his. Ironically despite being an attempt to drain his oxygen it would actually..........give life to Ryan, namely by making his loins burn with passion!

Giving a low moan into the kiss Ryan would seek to try and return the favour, if Femi wished to get handsy with him in the past then he'd do it in kind and his right hand would launch up and try to clamp on Femi's nether regions for a crotch claw hold! He was so damn pent up right now and wanted her to know he was so giving it to her after all this~

Femi's emotions were a whirlwind as she leaned in to kiss Ryan, hoping to evoke a strong response from him. However, she was taken aback when Ryan didn't passively receive her kiss, but instead made a bold and unexpected move of his own. A deep, primal sound escaped her as she felt his hand boldly exploring a particularly sensitive area, catching her off guard with his sudden assertiveness.
As she leaned away from the kiss, severing the intimate connection between them, she found herself surprised and slightly amused by the unexpected turn of events. "Oh, it seems like someone's not ready to give up just yet," Femi teased, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. The Paragon's bold move had caught her off guard, but it also ignited a sense of thrill and anticipation within her. It was becoming evident that this encounter was going to be more unpredictable and exhilarating than she had initially thought.
Sensing the sharp pain in her crotch from Ryan's move, Femi couldn't help but admire his boldness. As someone well-versed in the rough and competitive world of wrestling, she found herself even more energized by his unexpected move. "Impressive, Paragon. Let's see if you can match that," she playfully taunted, eager to see what else he had. This was exactly what she wanted to see from him—some challenge.

Ryan wasn't usually this forward in any bout with an opponent, but Femi riling him up and making it clear that she wished to have him wrapped around her finger and thensome there. Still his warrior nature was telling him that if he messed up here Femi would never, ever let him forget it. If he was ever gonna have a chance to wear the pants in this relationship this was going to be it, there was still that niggling voice in the back of his mind telling him to let the curvy, mature lady lead him astray there though......

Her words set off a powder keg in his brain there, Femi wanted it? Oh she'd get it from the muscled Paragon there! Ryan gave a shark like grin at that and said "Heheheheh......Well if you insist my dear~" the mighty Brit would then grab Femi down there and suddenly seek to heft her upwards and upside down. Femi was a short mountain of mass with curves that shaped the earth, but Ryan could lift like it was nothing else in Tension and anyone who stood in the ring with him would know this.

Were Ryan to be successful here in grabbing Femi into his broad, muscled arms he'd then spin forward and ahead while giving a loud yell as he sought to do a spinning 69 belly to belly suplex on the mature lady and slam her bones down into the mat. If she'd been able thus far he was confident she wouldn't let age get to her now and not break anything~

Femi was taken aback by the sudden shift in Ryan's behavior, as he went from his usual reserved self to a more confident and assertive persona. His grin, reminiscent of a shark's, sent a wave of excitement and surprise through her, sparking a newfound curiosity in the evolving dynamic between them.
As Ryan skillfully lifted Femi and effortlessly turned her upside down, her heart began to race with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Being someone who was used to being in control, the sudden shift in power excited her in a way she hadn't expected. The feeling of being lifted by the robust and muscular Paragon ignited a surge of exhilaration within her, creating an unexpected rush of emotions.
While suspended in the air, Femi's well-honed instincts were activated. She quickly secured her position by wrapping her legs around Ryan's waist, demonstrating her ability to stay calm in such a unique situation. As Ryan executed the spinning motion for the belly-to-belly suplex, Femi saw an opening and acted on it. She skillfully adjusted her weight at just the right moment, aiming to thwart his maneuver.
Femi showed incredible agility as she twisted her body in a bold move to counter Ryan's suplex with a midair reversal. The referee was amazed by her unexpected maneuver, marveling at the strength and determination of the mature woman. As they fell towards the mat, Femi expertly adjusted her positioning, trying to land on top of Ryan in an effort to gain the upper hand in the match.

Ryan was doing his damndest to try and make sure that Femi was going to be......well damaged but he was also trying his best in this heated exchange to not go too far. Granted the exotic Greek locale of their match drew a comparison to two warriors fighting for dominance, however they had other things to look forward to post match. Namely the enjoying of having claimed the opponent, Ryan wanted to make sure Femi wasn't hurt too badly for that. But still this damn milf of a wrestler was a tricky customer and he could already feel her shifting her weight around in the suxplex!

Still Ryan knew his grappling control there, Femi wouldn't end up on top there but rather Ryan would ensure she was laying on the mat next to him there. Very much like lovers on the bed funnily enough~ Ryan would still smirk there as he gazed the curvy woman in the eye there. "Your such a tease..." he muttered before leaning in for a kiss there........

Then suddenly he'd attempt to lunge right over Femi there and seek to grab hold of her right leg while getting her on her belly. So that the Paragon could attempt to cinch in his trademark finisher, the calf slicer known as the Knightmare! Femi's movements earlier would come to bite her there if this was locked in, because they were right in the middle of the ring aka no man's land!

Femi felt the heat of the moment rising as Ryan pressed against her, their bodies entwined in a sensual dance of dominance and desire. Despite the intensity of their exchange, there was an undeniable chemistry between them, igniting a primal fire within her.
As Ryan's lips met hers in a passionate kiss, Femi responded eagerly, her own desires mirroring his. She could feel the tension building between them, the anticipation of what was to come sending shivers down her spine.
But just as she was lost in the heat of the moment, Ryan's sudden movement caught her off guard. Before she could react, she found herself flipped onto her belly, Ryan's strong grip securing her right leg. Panic briefly flickered in her eyes as she realized the predicament she was in, trapped in the clutches of Ryan's signature submission hold.
Despite the pain shooting through her leg, Femi couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. The raw power and dominance displayed by Ryan only served to fuel her desire, igniting a primal urge to submit to him completely.
With a mixture of pleasure and pain, Femi arched her back, offering herself up to Ryan as he tightened his hold. The sensation of his touch against her skin sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her body, each movement pushing her closer to the brink of ecstasy.
At that moment, as she lay helpless beneath him, Femi surrendered to the pleasure of their encounter, embracing the delicious agony of their shared passion. She knew that, win or lose, she would savor every moment of their erotic dance, reveling in the intoxicating bliss of submission.