While you recover from her bosomy takedown, Becky gets up and struts around the ring, letting the crowd know who’s in charge as she flexes her arms or shakes her chest. After a minute, you manage to get up. Ok, she got you with that move, but it’s not over yet. She’s still posturing to the crowd right now. If you can just catch her off guard, you can still turn this around. As Becky starts telling off some of the people that are booing her from the side of the ring, you climb up a nearby turnbuckle. If a running takedown won’t work, maybe a flying body splash will.
The crowd goes into a frenzy as you leap off the corner towards Becky, expecting your flashy attack to work. Noticing the audience’s reaction, Becky turns just in time to see you flying at her...and just in time for her to catch you. Like before, her bigger body easily cancels out any momentum you had, leaving you helpless against her. “Well hello again, twerp,” she teases. “Still think I can’t catch you?” You try to squirm your way free again, but this time Becky’s having none of it. “Where do you think you’re going? Why don’t you stick around for a while?” Becky suddenly pulls you into a powerful Bearhug, using her arms to put your body through unbelievable pressure as you’re pressed against her huge bosom. She laughs as she feels you struggling to breath, let alone talk, against her. “Where’s all that big talk now, little man? Or have you finally realized I’m just too much woman for you to handle?”
With Becky squeezing the fight out of you with every passing second, you weakly raise your hands in a desperate attempt to push yourself free, but you only manage to inadvertently squeeze her breasts, your fingers sinking against her abundant flesh just as your torso does. Becky, of course, notices this, and doesn’t hesitate to taunt you for it. “Tsk, tsk, little man. Coping a feel on your opponent during your match? How horrible! Even I wouldn’t do that. Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson on touching women without their consent.” Suddenly, she flips you in place against her, putting you in a reverse Bearhug that places your crotch against her breasts and your head very close to her skirt-covered crotch. Before you can tell up from down, Becky rushes to the nearest corner, intending to slam you against it. You still can’t squirm your way free, and, with your crotch now against her huge, bouncing breasts, your cock quickly gets stimulated from all the movement, making things even more awkward and embarrassing for you. Becky finally pounds you against the corner with her body, nearly knocking the living daylights out of you while pressing your growing erection further against her soft, warm cleavage, making you groan against her.
Upon feeling your erection rising against her, Becky gets more excited, loving the feeling of arousing a man while effortlessly beating him in a match. “Oooh, what’s that I feel, Tommy the Terrible? Are you pitching a tent in your shorts because of my big boobies? Tsk, tsk, as a Pro-wrestler, you really should show better discipline. I mean, what if someone were to come along and take advantage of it? Like this? And this? And this?” Trying to get as much of a rise out of you as possible, Becky repeatedly smashes you a few more times against the corner, simultaneously pulverizing and stimulating you while the audience counts each hit aloud. Becky cackles as she feels you groan against her more, your helpless cock quickly becoming fully erect against her bouncing breasts. “Gee, Tommy,” she taunts. “This is really getting hard for you, isn’t it? I wonder how much longer you’ll last? Could you even stand up to this?” Preparing for her next move, Becky pulls you from the corner and traps your neck between her thick legs, putting you face to face with her white panty-clad crotch and round ass. Becky then leaps in the air and hits you with a Piledriver, smashing your head beneath her huge ass and heavy body, nearly knocking you out.
She lets your body fall to the mat, just so she can see for herself how much your cock has been responding to her. “Well, well, looks like you really do have a thing for my tits, huh?” With your head stuck under her ass, Becky doesn’t really give you a chance to defend yourself. Instead, she hooks her legs under your arms to ensure you’re stuck against her, then she casually lies down on you, gently pressing her breasts atop your cock. “Don’t mind me, Tommy. I’m just doing you a favor, is all. Can’t let the new guy embarrass himself by pitching a tent for the world to see, now can I?” Becky savors the feeling of your helpless groans vibrating against her butt as you react to the familiar sensation of her heavy breasts touching your cock. Becky drops her breasts all the way, using her cleavage to hide your erection from the outside world and making you yelp again. Becky feels your cock throbbing against her and giggles. “Uh-oh, little man. It looks like you’ll pop at any moment. If I’m not careful, just a few more movements like this…”Becky gently shakes her chest against your cock, driving you mad. “And you’ll wind up making a mess in your shorts. Now that’d be even more embarrassing than pitching a tent in front of everyone, wouldn’t it? What to do, what to do?”
You yell and protest against Becky’s ass, hating how much she’s been mortifying you this whole match, but your muffled complaints only make her want to tease you more. “I mean, I guess there’s one way to get out of this with at least some of your dignity in tact: just tap out right now and give the match to me. If you don’t, well, then someone might need a new pair of shorts by the end of this match. Who knows? Your call little man?”
What do you do?
The crowd goes into a frenzy as you leap off the corner towards Becky, expecting your flashy attack to work. Noticing the audience’s reaction, Becky turns just in time to see you flying at her...and just in time for her to catch you. Like before, her bigger body easily cancels out any momentum you had, leaving you helpless against her. “Well hello again, twerp,” she teases. “Still think I can’t catch you?” You try to squirm your way free again, but this time Becky’s having none of it. “Where do you think you’re going? Why don’t you stick around for a while?” Becky suddenly pulls you into a powerful Bearhug, using her arms to put your body through unbelievable pressure as you’re pressed against her huge bosom. She laughs as she feels you struggling to breath, let alone talk, against her. “Where’s all that big talk now, little man? Or have you finally realized I’m just too much woman for you to handle?”
With Becky squeezing the fight out of you with every passing second, you weakly raise your hands in a desperate attempt to push yourself free, but you only manage to inadvertently squeeze her breasts, your fingers sinking against her abundant flesh just as your torso does. Becky, of course, notices this, and doesn’t hesitate to taunt you for it. “Tsk, tsk, little man. Coping a feel on your opponent during your match? How horrible! Even I wouldn’t do that. Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson on touching women without their consent.” Suddenly, she flips you in place against her, putting you in a reverse Bearhug that places your crotch against her breasts and your head very close to her skirt-covered crotch. Before you can tell up from down, Becky rushes to the nearest corner, intending to slam you against it. You still can’t squirm your way free, and, with your crotch now against her huge, bouncing breasts, your cock quickly gets stimulated from all the movement, making things even more awkward and embarrassing for you. Becky finally pounds you against the corner with her body, nearly knocking the living daylights out of you while pressing your growing erection further against her soft, warm cleavage, making you groan against her.
Upon feeling your erection rising against her, Becky gets more excited, loving the feeling of arousing a man while effortlessly beating him in a match. “Oooh, what’s that I feel, Tommy the Terrible? Are you pitching a tent in your shorts because of my big boobies? Tsk, tsk, as a Pro-wrestler, you really should show better discipline. I mean, what if someone were to come along and take advantage of it? Like this? And this? And this?” Trying to get as much of a rise out of you as possible, Becky repeatedly smashes you a few more times against the corner, simultaneously pulverizing and stimulating you while the audience counts each hit aloud. Becky cackles as she feels you groan against her more, your helpless cock quickly becoming fully erect against her bouncing breasts. “Gee, Tommy,” she taunts. “This is really getting hard for you, isn’t it? I wonder how much longer you’ll last? Could you even stand up to this?” Preparing for her next move, Becky pulls you from the corner and traps your neck between her thick legs, putting you face to face with her white panty-clad crotch and round ass. Becky then leaps in the air and hits you with a Piledriver, smashing your head beneath her huge ass and heavy body, nearly knocking you out.
She lets your body fall to the mat, just so she can see for herself how much your cock has been responding to her. “Well, well, looks like you really do have a thing for my tits, huh?” With your head stuck under her ass, Becky doesn’t really give you a chance to defend yourself. Instead, she hooks her legs under your arms to ensure you’re stuck against her, then she casually lies down on you, gently pressing her breasts atop your cock. “Don’t mind me, Tommy. I’m just doing you a favor, is all. Can’t let the new guy embarrass himself by pitching a tent for the world to see, now can I?” Becky savors the feeling of your helpless groans vibrating against her butt as you react to the familiar sensation of her heavy breasts touching your cock. Becky drops her breasts all the way, using her cleavage to hide your erection from the outside world and making you yelp again. Becky feels your cock throbbing against her and giggles. “Uh-oh, little man. It looks like you’ll pop at any moment. If I’m not careful, just a few more movements like this…”Becky gently shakes her chest against your cock, driving you mad. “And you’ll wind up making a mess in your shorts. Now that’d be even more embarrassing than pitching a tent in front of everyone, wouldn’t it? What to do, what to do?”
You yell and protest against Becky’s ass, hating how much she’s been mortifying you this whole match, but your muffled complaints only make her want to tease you more. “I mean, I guess there’s one way to get out of this with at least some of your dignity in tact: just tap out right now and give the match to me. If you don’t, well, then someone might need a new pair of shorts by the end of this match. Who knows? Your call little man?”
What do you do?
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May 31, 2023
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