Ryan Knight vs Femi Zahara - Craving For More

Femi's massive dump truck was starting to really put Ryan out of commission here, her curvy rump was suffocating him quickly and combined with the dampness of her folds it was proving to be a very lethal combination for the Paragon to have to deal with. Still it was also a very...........enjoyable position to be in, almost felt natural to do this with Femi there. The mature lady weighed a ton and was mushrooming her phat ass cheeks around his head, he was starting to feel woozy and delirious and his hands struggled to push against her curves.........

Then he felt Femi.......fondle him down there, Ryan was quite large in the front trunk with a large 9 incher. Ironically Femi stimulating him there was giving him a rush, a burst of adrenaline flowed into his veins from it as his body twitched from it. Ryan had his fair share of partners but Femi's caresses were good, clearly the mature lady knew how to coax him~

His impressive biceps flexed and he'd wrap them fully around her thighs and cram his face into Femi's heated folds to try and make her awash with pleasure and try to rotate around with her to get her back on the mat and hopefully be able to move his head upwards there and get some sweet, sweet oxygen! Even if he was still trapped in Femi's tree trunk thighs it was still progress for him to get ahead in the match at least!

Femi could sense Ryan's struggle beneath her, his attempts to resist her control. Her massive dump truck engulfed his head, suffocating him with the weight and dampness of her folds. The power of her curves was undeniable, and she reveled in the knowledge that she had him at her mercy.
As Ryan's hands futilely pushed against her voluptuous body, Femi couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure. The way he squirmed beneath her only heightened her own desires. It felt natural to have him in this position, to exert her dominance over him.
Her experienced hands moved with skill and precision, exploring his front trunk and stimulating him in ways that drove him wild. Femi took pleasure in knowing that she could elicit such intense reactions from him. The rush of adrenaline that coursed through Ryan's veins only fueled her own excitement.
But Femi wasn't one to be easily overwhelmed. With her mature expertise, she knew how to navigate these intimate encounters. As Ryan flexed his biceps and wrapped them around her thighs, Femi felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body. His face buried in her heated folds, his tongue teasing her most sensitive spots, she couldn't help but moan in ecstasy.
Despite the growing pleasure, Femi remained focused. She sensed Ryan's attempt to rotate and maneuver, attempting to gain an advantage in the match. But she was determined to maintain her control. Her tree trunk thighs squeezed around his head, restricting his movements even as he made progress.
As Ryan fought for breath, Femi could feel her own arousal building. The mixture of pleasure and competition fueled her desire to dominate him completely. She tightened her grip, using her powerful thighs to keep him in place, relishing in his struggle. But Femi was not one to underestimate her opponent. She knew that Ryan's determination could be a formidable force. With each passing moment, their bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure and power, she knew that victory was within her grasp. As the match continued, Femi reveled in the intensity of the moment. The pleasure and struggle intertwined, pushing both of them to their limits. All she could do was tighten her thighs, and hope Ryan couldn't get out of it.

Ryan was finding out that despite seeming like a mature lady with curves that shaped mountains she had the eagerness and sensual cravings of a 20 something and the Paragon was getting a heaping faceful of her cake and fountain and damn near losing all of his oxygen at this point if the emerging purple veins on his forehead was anything to go by. The Paragon was at least able to jerk his head upwards there and see Femi rather than being stuffed into her moist fanny at the very least.

Gritting his teeth he felt the last bits of air waver out of his lungs slowly.......Ryan had to do something there and fast. Drawing on his honed instincts and refined background the Paragon would seek to perform a desperate last ditch effort there. The muscled Brit would seek to grab hold of Femi's waist there by her hips and get his legs ready........

Seeking to get vertical as fast and as hard as he could Ryan would then attempt to flex his massive biceps and attempt to heft Femi upwards, then slam her right down on the mat with a powerful powerbomb! Femi was a mature lady there and Ryan almost felt a pang of concern for her in the hopes her bones could take it, but he was playing to win in both the match and in who was going to wear the pants~

Femi's heart raced as she found herself caught in the intense struggle with Ryan. The electricity in the air was palpable, and she could sense the determination radiating from the Paragon. Despite the provocative narrative, Femi focused on the challenge at hand, her experience in the ring shining through.
Feeling the powerful grip on her waist, Femi took a quick breath, knowing she had to act swiftly to counter Ryan's impending move. As the Paragon began to lift her, Femi utilized her agility and wrestling prowess to pivot gracefully. With a sudden twist of her body, she managed to shift her weight, flipping in midair to land gracefully on her feet behind Ryan.
Femi seized the opportunity to showcase her own strength. With a burst of energy, she surged forward, attempting to capitalize on Ryan's momentary vulnerability. Femi aimed to deliver a swift kick to the back of the Paragon's knee, aiming to temporarily weaken his stance.
As Ryan grappled with the effects of Femi's counter, she took a strategic step back, maintaining her composure. With a sly smile and a twinkle in her eye, Femi taunted, "You're going to have to do better than that, darling. Age has its advantages, you know." Ready to continue the match, she adopted a defensive stance, prepared for whatever the Paragon had in store next.

Ryan honestly thought that he had Femi right where he wanted her at this point in time as he made to heft up her mature frame, the Paragon almost felt a little bad for what he was going to do but it was needed! He'd then be able to take advantage of that and get Femi into a hold and hopefully make her tap out. Or at least that was what Ryan thought he'd be able to do. It turned out that despite her curvy, stout frame Femi also had agility that belied her age and was able to shuffle around out of his grip there right before he was going to crash her body down to the mat. Ryan had only the briefest of moments to acknowledge this before he was clipped in a sensitive part of the body. The back of the knee, making him buckle briefly under the pressure!

"Gnhn!" Ryan grunted as he was left staggered, still he kept a composed enough gaze now that he got air back in his lungs. "I can do this all night." he muttered with a hint of playfulness to it. The Paragon got back into a wrestling stance there and faked going for a takedown, only instead to slap Femi right on her breasts with a knife edge chop and get her funbags jiggling! Before following it up with several more and making to leave his mark on her unless she did something about his muscled arm coming in close, fast and hot!

Femi couldn't help but smirk as she managed to evade Ryan's attempt to slam her down to the mat. Her agility might have surprised him, and she relished the opportunity to prove that she was more than just a curvy frame. The quick and precise strike to the back of Ryan's knee had him staggering, and Femi took a moment to appreciate the effectiveness of her move. The man had some fight in him.
However, she knew better than to underestimate Ryan, especially with his confident demeanor. As he muttered about enduring the night, Femi couldn't help but chuckle, finding the banter amusing. The momentary lull ended when Ryan lunged forward, faking a takedown. Femi anticipated the move, or so she thought, only to be caught off guard by a sharp knife-edge chop directly to her breasts.
"Agh!" Femi winced, feeling the sting on her chest. The unexpected assault made her take a step back, but Ryan wasn't done. He followed up with several more chops, each one leaving a distinct mark and making her ample assets jiggle. Femi gritted her teeth, feeling the impact but refusing to let it slow her down.
Summoning her resilience, Femi would attempt to catch one of Ryan's incoming chops, aiming to counter with maneuvering her boyfriend into an arm bar.

Ryan was going to have to put a lot more effort in there if he was going to be able to claim Femi as his there it seemed, no matter there. For the Paragon was all the more confident despite the fact that the curvy lady was proving to have ability that belied her build there. When the knife chops connected Femi's chest jiggled very pleasantly as if they had a mind of their own there~ It was able to actually make Ryan's mind wander a bit and made him lose focus, enough to let Femi leap and catch his hand and wrap her tree trunk thighs around his arm for an armbar attempt taking him to the mat!

"Grahhh!" Ryan gasped out as he felt the pain shoot up into his limb! He almost tapped there from the jolts of pain shooting up into his arm, still his instincts told him to dig down deep and he made to try and pin Femi's shoulders to the mat there. He gritted his teeth and would attempt to heft up the curvy mature lady and attempt to slam her right down on the ground. It wasn't effective as that powerbomb attempt earlier sure but it might force Femi to buckle there!

Femi, despite the discomfort caused by the earlier knife-edge chops, couldn't help but revel in the pleasing sensation of her chest jiggling. The curvy lady was fully aware of the distracting effect her assets had on opponents, and she used it to her advantage. She had begun to take back control of the match, but nevertheless, despite Femi's moment of triumph, Ryan responded with unwavering determination.
Fueled by a combination of pride and the intense pain surging through his arm, he refused to succumb to defeat. Femi could sense his relentless effort to alter the dynamics of the situation, her shoulders beginning to be forcefully pushed into the mat by Ryan's strategic maneuver.
However, in a stroke of luck, she found a way to counter. While Ryan was having difficulty lifting her, Femi cleverly seized the chance to reposition herself, thereby making it challenging for him to execute the slam with maximum force. Displaying her own physical prowess, the shapely woman exerted her strength, striving to maintain a tight grip on Ryan's arm while simultaneously reducing the potential impact of the impending slam. She may not be able to stop him from getting his attack in, but she'd surely make it difficult for him to get one over on the veteran.
She loved the man wholeheartedly, but the moment he stepped into the ring with her, she was prepared to show him what a beast of a woman she was. Regardless, the two of them would both be taking some damage, Femi brought down on the canvas with vigor on both sides of the match—the two almost trapped in a stalemate, as Femi refused to let go of his arm, but also be wheezing under her breath from the amount of strength it took to hold on.
"Well dear, you impressed yet? I haven't even shown you all I've got~ eheh~!"

Ryan was thinking quite a few things here, namely chief among them being the urge to just try and drag Femi to the ropes and just rail her right against them or the corner. That and also the shooting pain up his arm there from his curvy lover trying to yank it right out of its socket, as well as the exhausting feeling that he was getting aching through his body as the match dragged on. Femi was far more of a foe than he thought at first, if she had been in her prime.......

Still Ryan knew her bones had to have felt that slam there, the Paragon would grimace as she spoke showing she had stamina to boot. And not just in the bedroom either. Now desperation was seeping in just a tad for Ryan there as he briefly pondered if he was out of his depth. Still he was going to prove that he could best Femi here for if he couldn't then.....there'd be no true way to her heart he reasoned~

Gritting his teeth Ryan would shuffle forward there, letting Femi keep her legs wrapped around his leg there and he'd try to lean forward and get his other arm pressed down on her neck there like a guillotine. It was a bit dirty sure, but it was a submission hold after all and all was fair in love and war. God he was feeling the numbness in his held arm by the second though and he might need an icepack after all this.

Femi's muscles ached, a constant reminder of the forceful impact Ryan's slam had on her body. The pain she felt served as a clear indication of just how intense the match had been and reminded her not to underestimate her opponent. Even though her body was fatigued, a mischievous smile formed on Femi's face as she listened to Ryan's heavy breaths and observed the signs of desperation seeping into his actions.
As Ryan inched his way forward, Femi clung tightly to his leg, adamantly refusing to release her grip. Her unwavering determination to prove her endurance and surpass him in this competition overshadowed any lingering discomfort from the shooting pain she had experienced earlier. Instead, she became consumed by a laser-like focus, resolute in her quest to emerge victorious.
As Femi felt the intense force exerted on her neck, courtesy of Ryan's attempt to execute a guillotine choke, a surge of determination coursed through her. With her vast experience in the world of professional matches, she was no stranger to the sensation of a submission hold. Yet, instead of succumbing to panic, a mischievous grin stretched across her face, a testament to her admiration for Ryan's audacious move. While some might label it as a devious tactic, Femi recognized the necessity of retaliating similarly.
Leveraging her impressive flexibility, Femi skillfully elevated her unoccupied leg, strategically intending to ensnare Ryan's head and neck with it. Employing a swift rotational motion of her torso, she endeavored to counter his guillotine maneuver by executing a modified triangle choke, simultaneously targeting his neck while retaining her grip on his leg. This intense grappling exchange epitomized a formidable trial of physical power, tactical prowess, and unwavering stamina—Femi was truly no joke in the ring, having been trained such her adolescent years, and practically reborn into her position as one of the stronger women in the wrestling world.