King vs Bianka Belle NHB

King deadly iron grip of a hand grabbing onto her crotch while sitting on her back weighting the little military girl giving her a punishment of the lifetime, could tell that she couldnt get out of it so easily and even so, can also feel from his dirty hand getting bit wet, maybe shes getting into the submission hold by him or something either, regardless shes in the hold he wanted her to be in, a little payback for smacking his bulge.

"Mmmmmm do you give?" Before he could fully asking her the question, he could feel and see her sexy legs covered in black stockings moving up and pushing against his gripping arm to pushes right up, though he did feel something being pulled and it was her panties! "OH! Well oops ha!"

Carefully as he gets off her back to turn around and back down to squat down without sitting on her back, putting the panties in front of her on the mat before reaching down grabbing her chin to pull back resting the back of her head against his bulge, pulling to stretch some more as of this time working on her chin a bit, using one hand to hold her chin while the other, if he could, reaching down to fondle her breast.

The loss of her panties was a small price to pay to at least force the beast to transition holds from the vaginal claw he'd held her in. Liberated, though bare assed, her legs flopped down onto the mat with a loud thud. Red faced with lust restrained she again tried to rise but was thwarted by her opponent. With her panties falling crumpled onto the mat just before her face she found herself seized by the chin and hoisted back until she could feel her hair brush against his wounded bulge. Through gritted teeth she let out a series of soft grunts of discomfort, which were promptly augmented by a purring moan as a fondling hand cupped her breasts through the thin layer of Lycra.

Her hands pushed against the mat to take some of the weight off of her chin, but that was about all she could accomplish to alleviate some of her distress. The arching of her back and the manipulation of her firm, heavy breasts practically resulted in the fleshy globes popping out the neck of her tank top as one of the straps slipped down her slender shoulder.

"Mmmmmm nice breasts you got there for your tiny body..." enjoying his moment to fondle her breast while keeping her trapped in his hand, stretching onto her neck while having the back of her head brushing against his bulge though he rather have her face doing that instead, maybe he'll put that in mind for later during the match, for the moment he'll have to weaken her just a little bit before he could decide on what to do next with her.

"So.... grrr... what should I do next, huh?" he asked before taking his hand off her breasts which one of em popping right out of her tank top, getting both of his hands to move and grabbing the back of her hair pulling her up standing while getting behind her, he thinks his balls feeling a little better for now at least. The beast attempts to pull her backward as he squating down lower enough to slide her backward across his shoulders before standing up straight, lifting her up high off the mat while moving his hands down to her sexy leg and grabbing her chin, giving both pulling down hard by his mighty stretch, stretching her poor back out.

A thousand cameras flashed as Bianka's round breast was dragged out of her top, thrust forward as her back was stretched. Her low, controlled moans gave way to a lurid gasping when his hands took hold of her short, brown tresses. "Hy think hyu should... mmm... buy me dinner next." She joked in spite of her dire situation.

Dragged to her feet by the hair Bianka gave a whimpering cry as if the recipient of some unseen groping. Concealed for a moment by her skirt, her pussy dripped wantonly down her thighs in spite of all attempts at austerity. Hoisted up into a torture rack she let out another moan of pain mingled with pleasure, a few drops of her flower's dew falling onto King's shoulder as she squirmed helplessly in the hold.

"Dinner? Why pay when I have you to.... eat." he said while having her lovely body pulled backward on his strong shoulders, bending her horribly as her body dripping over his half naked body, jerking her few more times to get some sort of squeals out of her but at least shes squirming and enduring such punishments which he assumes she been through and can handle it.

King would slowly moving towards to the turnbuckle where he would put her down to her feet, facing at the pads where he would get behind her, moving his hands to her hips brushing his bulge crotch against her ass. Moving his one hand from her hips up under her top to fondle her breast, squeezing that fine breast to enjoy feeling her up to mix things up to enjoy both pleasure and pain.

The petite German let out a long, keening whine as she was arched continuously over the man's broad shoulders. With each sharp jerk he gave her body she would let out a mewling squeak of intermingled sensations. When she was finally released from the rack and set down on her feet a loud and unabashed sigh of relief heaved up from Bianka's breast as she set her forearms against the top turnbuckle pad. Her back was on fire, but it wasn't the first time. Usually this sensation was the result of some merciless ropes contorting her lithe form, but it was all the same in the end.

The woman's tight ass would shake a little against the prodding bulge as King pressed it against her from behind. No resistance of complaint was offered as his hand wandered up under her already half removed top; the top was now only a sash running slantways between her fleshy globes, under one and over the other as the beast pawed. Offering a appreciative purr Bianka placed one stockinged foot upon the bottom rope, bracing herself against it. Without warning and with only a grunt of exertion, she would push herself off of the rope and slid her back up against King's chest. Twisting an elbow was send careening up to knock into the side of King's head. It wasn't much of an attack, but a show that she wasn't tamed just yet.

The large manbeast King pulling his petite opponent down against the turnbuckle having her facing the corner only so that he could get his dirty large hands on her delicious body, feeling her breasts as well rubbing his hot bulge crotch against her fine ass which shes not wearing any panties on, unlucky or lucky for her, wouldnt mind for him to.... have his way with her right now.

"How'd you like that.... vittle monsure?" faking and not even trying to copy her accent but the girl isnt going to keep herself from being humiliated by him for much longer. Without much warning she pushes herself out of the corner and bumping into the large man only to smack her elbow right into the side of his head. "ugh shit!"

The beast lets her go and talking a step back or two, but the beast instantly turn his anger from enjoy groping her, quickly as he could rushing right at Bianka lowering his shoulder, using his right side, aiming right at her body whether its her front or back side, either one would try slamming her shoulder thrust into the corner by his mighty strength.

Bianka had followed through on her attack, spinning around to face her assailant from her place in the corner. It wasn't a good place to be, but you didn't always get to pick your battleground. "Hy ham German, not Fre-UNCH!" Like a battering ram the beast's broad shoulder collided with her taut stomach driving her back into the turnbuckle and forcing the air from her lungs.

Bianka folded her arms across her battered belly as she gasped, the wind knocked out of her, and sunk down to her knees. With a wheeze and a cough she slumped forward, her head knocking against the mat still conscious but sufficiently stunned for the moment.

"Well how the hell can I tell the difference? At least I know what sexy sound of pain is, HA!" pulling his shoulder out to looked down at Bianka clutching herself while down on her knees, gasping for air as he chuckles at the poor small girl who she thinks can defeat him, she got him good at first but its his turn to finish this match up from here on, unless she tries to fight back still in which she did with that elbow attack.

King reach for her hair to pull the military girl up until he move his hands from her hair to lift and forcing the girl to sit on the turnbuckle, hopefully he could climb himself up on the second ropes, slowly working up to the top ropes while reaching to grab her head and trying to tuck it under his arm, pulling her by the waist and lifting her up high going to slam her back down to the mat into his Super Suplex. "HMPH!"

Bianka was accustomed to pain, it was her hobby, but there was a distinct difference between the exquisite agony of sexual sadism and a savage beating. She could ensure more pain than Anne, that was certain, but this sort of crushing brutality was still something to which she was adjusting. Whimpers of pleasure tinged with pain poured from Bianka's lips as she was dragged up by her hair and forced to mount the turnbuckle. Her wet pussy dripped over the post as she was seated upon her high perch and manipulated into position for the power move.

Futilely she squirmed in her grasp, but her reserves came as too little too late to do her any good. Brought inverted into the air her skirt fell up around her midsection leaving her lower regions naked to the flashbulbs of the salivating fans. With a thunderous crash her small form collided with the mat, bouncing before she came to rest. The woman gave a shrill cry as her body was smashed against the mat followed by something King may not have expected: she came. Writhing spasmodically her bare sex gushed upon the canvas as she moaned and groaned with overwhelming sensations of pleasurable pain. A bare arm folded across her face as she gasped lustily, finally embarrassed as she'd not even expected such a reaction from herself.