Kaze... dude...

Johnny rolled into the ring when he was shoved. He had a grin on his face as he tried to get up, only to have his hair grabbed again. He crawled to the ring, still not knowing what to expect but when the clubbing forearm came and the shove followed, Johnny knew what was going on.

He spun his legs around quickly and hopped up to his feet. From the crouching position, he threw himself at Taylor, trying to barrel her backwards into the ropes so he could force his forearm into the top of her chest and shove her into an Irish whip.

Taylor rapidly backpedaled to keep from being knocked over, her naked breasts bouncing slightly on each step, until the ropes stopped her. With Johnny's help, she took off running across the ring. She spun to hit the far ropes on her back, but instead of rebounding back toward him, she wrapped her arms over the top rope to stop herself.

She lounged casually back against the ropes, crossing one leg over the other and tilting her head to the side so that her red-streaked bangs hung down, and beckoned to Johnny while she stuck out her tongue.

Come get me.

Johnny heaved his wife with a grunt, using his powerful arms to guide Taylor into a run and spun around, taking a step forward while she scurried to the other side and spun around. When she caught herself, Johnny grinned but then pouted.

"Really I did that so I could watch ya run back, babe. Thanks for takin all the fun outta it." He teased with a bright grin. He then hooped forward and sprinted towards her, leaping when he got close to splash his body into hers, chest to chest so he could press her tightly against the ropes once more.

"Ungh!"

The ropes stretched back when Johnny collided bodily with Taylor before bouncing them both upright. Johnny's larger, harder body could always take the wind out of her. No, take her breath away. Dammit, she should've said that!

She grabbed onto his hair and the back of his neck and yanked his head down for a ferocious, deep kiss, her tongue pushing past Johnny's teeth to wrestle with his. She pressed her body against his, and pushed her crotch forward to rub against his tantalizing, solid manhood while she inched them away from the ropes.

She slid one hand down his chest, over the muscles of his stomach, lower, and between his legs... But things changed suddenly when she wrapped an arm around Johnny's head and pulled him down into a headlock, and slipped her arm between his legs. She kept him close, and lifted him up, turned, and slammed him down on the mat. She remained standing over him and waited for him to get up, her hands waiting to catch him by the hair and keep him bent down.

Johnny wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do as his body crashed into Taylor's. He mostly wanted to feel her body on his. Chest to chest and hip to hip. Fortunately or unfortunately, Taylor decided for him and once more he melted into a deep and probing kiss. It was impossible to train with her. No matter how much they fought, all it took was for her to apply a little bit of charm and he was done.

Before he knew it, she had him in a head lock and was slamming him to the mat. Johnny hit with a thud and looked up just in time to feel her grab him by the hair. "Shit..." He said and threw out his hand. He pushed it between her legs and wrapped his other hand around her thigh, pushing to grab her exposed ass cheek.

Johnny then began to push his hand against her mound, trying to rub into it a bit. If it worked on HIM, then maybe it worked on HER? She was good, but she must not be able to just flip a switch off and stay in fight mode with him around. At least, he hoped as he tried to hold her in place and tantalize her.

Taylor kept Johnny's head down at her waist level as he began to stand up, and yielded to his hands as they explored her body. She moved one foot out to spread her legs slightly and let him in. She closed her eyes and lost herself in pleasure, her hips squirmed, her breath heavy and short, her fingers tightening involuntarily in Johnny's hair.

"Mmm..." She moaned softly. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was to stop Johnny from massaging her warm, scantly covered pussy. But she couldn't let him win!

She yanked his head in and tucked it between her thighs while she seized each of his wrists. While she struggled to pull his arms up behind him, she squeezed his neck with her legs hard enough to make it harder to breathe.

Johnny wasn't planning on turning their little spar into outright sex but he had gotten a little carried away when he made Taylor squirm. Getting a little bit out of her enticed him to continue. Unfortunately, Taylor was quicker on the draw and soon Johnny was pulled tightly between Taylor's luscious thighs. Normally a good place to be, when Taylor pulled his arms back, Johnny grunted in pain and felt his breath shorten quickly.

Despite the loss of circulation, Johnny felt like he became more lucid. He knew what he had to do, it was just a matter of execution. He strained his powerful body, trying to stand up. It would be a mighty strain and he wasn't sure if he COULD do it in such an awkward position. However, he didn't need to get far. All he had to do was lift Taylor off the ground high enough to be able to slam her to the canvas on her back.

Taylor relished being in control. Even just squeezing with her thighs felt good, especially with her muscley husband trapped between them.

Her fun came predictably to an end, though, and she put her hands on Johnny's shoulders to keep her balance as she went up, unable to keep up her hold. Then she fell back, and hit the mat with a sharp crack.

"Owwwwwwwww..." She moaned, arching up and rolling to one side, a hand on her back and a broad grin on her face. She stayed down and writhed one way, then the other, her eyes closed while she bit her lower lip in a mixture of pain and anticipation.

Johnny felt a mixture of thrill and hesitation as he slammed Taylor into the mat. He loved the feeling of overpowering someone and taking them hard to the mat but there was always a pang when his wife was involved. He never wanted to hurt her in any way but he could see the smile on her face through the pain. He couldn't let up either.

Johnny followed, only taking a second to inhale deeply as he pushed Taylor onto her stomach. He grabbed her leg as he attempted to straddle her and sit on her back, looking to pull her into a single leg Boston crab. Hard enough to make it difficult to escape but not excruciatingly painful. Of course a full crab would be better, but he needed his other hand free to do other things and explore Taylor like he had tried to do before. This time, however, she couldn't say he wasn't trying to win.

Taylor was almost as excited to see Johnny's next move as she was to make him pay for it. She wasn't disappointed, as Johnny flattened her out on her stomach and bent her leg up over her back with a move she like to use herself. At least it wasn't a camel clutch, which everyone else seemed to like to use against her.

She let out a mix of pained noises and breathy moan, like she just couldn't decide how it felt. Her flexible leg made almost a right angle to the rest of her body, and her minimal underwear did little to fend off Johnny's experienced fingers. She began to crawl on her elbows toward the ropes, but stopped short and covered her head with her arms while waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Mm... Hnn..." She looked up at the ropes. They were so far away! But she wasn't just going to lay down for Johnny, at least not yet. She hoped he was busy enough with her pussy that she could find some room to move, and with a sudden burst of effort she tried to buck her hips up and then tuck her upper body under to somersault through and shove Johnny off.