Kaze... dude...

Johnny groaned when Taylor's thighs tightened around him once more. His face was beet red and he thought for a second, she had him good and that his fingers weren't magical enough to pull him out of the sexy predicament. Then she began to relax and Johnny sighed deeply. He pushed his fingers forward, looking to get some good work from them as she slithered out from his grasp.

He pouted, longing to continue until she dropped him tot he mat. "Ugh! Shit!" And yanked him out of the ring. He didn't resist because he wasn't sure what she was going to DO. The odds that she might drag him off to the bedroom were as well as start boot stomping a mudhole in him.

With Johnny down at her feet, Taylor just wanted to pounce on him and cowgirl him to death. But then, she was also having too much fun to let it come to a messy end so soon. She stood tall and strong over Johnny, one hand on her hip, and then bent at the waist to take his head in her hands. As she pulled him upright she kept her body pressed tightly against his, her smooth skin sliding against his. She pushed her hips in so that his stiffly raised manhood, restrained only by his pair of boxers, came up between her legs. She held her breath and squeezed her thighs together, with only by their two scant undergarments keeping them apart.

She unconsciously wet her lips and glanced down at his, at gazed at him with palpable desire in her eyes. She stayed just too far away to kiss, and then slid a hand up his chest to his jaw. She pushed him back, bending him backward over the ring apron while her hips began to smoothly move in and out, pressing tightly against his with every push.

Johnny was still unsure about what Taylor was doing as she pulled him up. They were together and she pressed into him seductively. Johnny could handle teasing. Being married to Taylor basically required it if he wanted to do anything but have sex. However, he was reaching his limit and as once he was bent over, his throbbing length needing to push fully into her moist sex, He dug his fingers into the apron. "Nnngh..." He groaned and shut his eyes.

He wasn't sure if he was winning or losing for doing this, but he was no longer keeping score. His hot wife had given him one too many sultry glances and one too many teases with her body. He was going to do sexy things to her!

Johnny reached up with one hand and grabbed one of Taylor's wrists. He pushed the other hand against her perky breast and began to knead it for a few seconds before using it as leverage to try and shove her off him. trying to push off with his foot as well.

"Lose 'em, babe." He said, staring into her eyes. He meant the panties. His own pants would drop from his hips with a quick, and experienced, shimmie.

Taylor enjoyed the contact while it lasted, and then stumbled back several steps with the shove. The corners of her mouth curled up into an impish smile as Johnny's last vestment dropped. She glanced down, and then up again, bit her lip and raised an eyebrow, and then leapt past Johnny onto the ring apron. She jumped again to the top rope, and walked it like a tightrope for several steps to reach the corner, where she grabbed the top rope and hopped down to stand on the middle ropes.

She looked down at Johnny with a wink and brilliant grin, and slung her hips provocatively to the side. She slid her thumbs up over each hip and under the string of her panties and stretched it out away from her skin, and then with a sharp tug she snapped it. She pulled the red and black cloth free and tossed it down at Johnny, and then hopped down from the corner and stood in the middle of the ring, naked and wiggling her hips in a little dance while she waited.

Johnny caught the panties and smiled at Taylor as he watched her from outside the ring. He let them drop to the floor and rolled in. They DID need to break in the ring a little more than they had and if that was the case, he didn't mind waiting a liiiiittle longer to get a piece.

Johnny hopped up to his feet with the two of them bare except for Taylor's boots and sexy fishnets. Those could stay. Johnny held his arms out and this time he threw himself at her, looking to lock up in a collar-elbow tie up rather than a test of strength. He just wanted to be close now, but he WAS still interested to see where she was going.

Taylor continued her little dance while Johnny got back in the ring and got set. Her eyes lustily roved over his naked, smooth-skinned, ridiculously fit body. She never got tired of his unruly silver hair, his chiseled cheek bones, gorgeous smile, broad muscular shoulders, his powerful pecs that just seemed to beg for her lips, his rippling abs, the defined V of his abdomen at his hips that drew her eyes down to...

She bit her lip, and raised her eyebrows at him just before he charged. She met him with just as much tenacity as they collided in their collar-and-elbow clinch. She stepped quickly to the side to avoid taking the brunt of Johnny's power, and then pulled him in rather then push against him. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, and with a twirl she twisted his arm, forcing him to bend over again while she held his wrist up high.

Johnny was caught in the hammerlock and bent over as Taylor held onto him. He winced from the pain but still tried to smile through it as he patted his arm with his other hand and figured out what to do next. Johnny tried to stand up as much as he could and then threw his hips backwards, trying to ram his butt into her lap so he could yank his arm away while she was disrupted. If only he could reverse the positions, he could do amazing things but that would probably prove difficult as he tried to slide around to her backside.

"Oof!" Taylor doubled over and stumbled back. Johnny pulled his arm free and slipped behind her, which was enticing in itself, but she had to act fast. She kicked a leg up in front of her as she reached back to grab for Johnny's head, and then she snapped her leg back and whipped Johnny head over heels over her shoulder and onto the mat in front of her.

She dropped down to one knee behind him with her knee in his back, between his shoulder blades. She grabbed his hair and his chin and pulled, bending his neck back over her knee, and leaned forward to gloat in his face.

"C'mon, babe, don't you want me?" She said coyly. "I dunno how long you'll last, but I can beat you up all night."

Johnny groaned as Taylor put her knee into his back and stretched his chin with her arms. He grimaced as he looked up at her. "I'm not running out of juice, babe..." He said. He could run with her as long as she wanted to go, that wasn't the issue one bit.

Johnny's hands reached up to grab hold of her wrists. He then gave an awkward tug to test them, to see if he could overpower her grip and pull her hands off him. If he could, then he'd yank her forward and try and flip her the way she had just done to him.

"Could've fooled me..." Taylor teased. "I don't know how you win so many matches being so gentle."

She struggled against him as he muscled her hands away. She adjusted her footing and pull in their makeshift tug of war, but she couldn't resist Johnny's strength. Rather than faceplant on the mat in front of him, she opted to tuck and roll, ending up on her butt in front of him. She quickly pushed up to her hands and knees and began to crawl away to reach for the nearby ropes.