Suzanna vs Sir Michael Meldors

She looked at her, blushing. "T-that was hot"
Suzanna grabbed his hand, pulled up, and locked him in a kiss, snaking her hand down the front of his pants.

Michael returned the kiss. He was glad she wasn't angry about the whole thing. He felt his dick starting to throb as Suzanna ran her hand across his pants. He had an idea on where she was going with this, and it seemed like he was going to like it. He pulled out of the kiss to speak "Shall we find a more... private area?"

She pulled away from him.
"You'll have to carry me, I'm feeling rather tired from the fight. Hmm...maybe even a bit...hungry" she cooed, her tounge sliding across her lips when she said the last sentence.

"Okay." he said. He then picked her up, carrying her in his arms. He got out of the ring and began to walk out. "You said you were hungry, what do you want?"

"I think you know what I want" she grinned, hoping he'd understand her implication.

"Oh my...how about your place?" She grinned to him.

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