Vs Jason Wants That Pussy And To Deliver A Hot Facial With Michael S, Avery Jane And Jason Michaels

Title: “Clash of the Tatts: A Facial Frenzy”

The wrestling mat was stretched tight, a canvas of jostling fighters writhing in lustful abandon. Candles flickered in the dimly lit room, casting an erotic glow on the sweat-slicked bodies of Avery Jane, Michael S, and Jason Michaels. They were all here for one thing – the belt, that lusty leather strap that meant ultimate dominion over the ring.

Avery, a raven-haired vixen with curves that would make a god weep, swung her hips as she circled the mat. Her lingerie – a taut corset and lacy panties that left little to the imagination – accentuated every dip and curve. The intricate tattoos snaking up her leg added a touch of danger to her sultry appearance.

Michael S, a beast of a man with rippling muscles and a sinister glint in his eye, loosened his red tie. His suit clung to his body like a second skin, a stark contrast to the other fighters. He was trouble, everyone knew it, but none could resist the pull of his dark magnetism.

And then there was Jason Michaels, the underdog, the wild card. Scars crisscrossed his bronzed skin, a map of battles fought and won. His body was a masterpiece, every muscle sculpted to perfection. He wore black swim trunks, a silent challenge to his opponents.

The bell rang, and the match kicked into high gear. Avery lunged first, her body a blur of motion as she caught Jason in a headlock. He grunted, straining against her hold as he bucked and twisted, trying to break free. Michael circled them, his hands on his hips as he waited for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Avery’s grip slipped as Jason Twilight Scissored his way out of the lock and onto the mat. They tangled in a tangle of limbs, Avery’s nails raking across Jason’s back as his hands roamed her curves. Michael pounced then, dropping his weight on top of the entwined couple. He wrapped his thick arms around Jason’s neck in a sleeper hold, squeezing hard.

But Jason wasn’t done yet. With a surge of adrenaline, he flipped Michael over his head and into a pin. The referee counted out, “One… two… ” Avery, undeterred, dove on top of Jason, straddling his hips and grinding down on his crotch. Michael, fuming, launched himself at Avery, shoving her off of Jason and onto the mat.

The match seesawed back and forth, a heated battle of power and passion. Hands groped, bodies writhed, and moans filled the air. Avery found herself between her two opponents, their erections pressing against her from either side. She gasped, breathless and grinning as they pressed against her harder.

Jason bent Avery over, her ass in the air. He slapped her cheeks, leaving bright red handprints on her skin. “Take that,” he growled, thrusting his hips against her. Michael, seizing his chance, grabbed Avery’s hair and yanked her head back. “You want to be fucked like a whore? Fine. You got it,” he snarled.

Avery could only moan, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. Jason drove into her, his cock sinking deep into her wet heat as Michael’s hand wound tighter in her hair. The tigers were battling, determined to claim their prize.

The sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls, a lewd symphony of lust and punishment. Jason’s rhythm grew more frantic, his balls slapping against Avery’s clit with each powerful thrust. Michael had settled between Avery’s legs, burying his face in her pussy and eating her out like a man starved.

Avery screamed, her body convulsing around Jason’s cock as an intense orgasm ripped through her. Jason followed her over the edge with a guttural roar, his cock pulsing as he painted Avery’s insides with his hot seed. Michael, never one to be left out, added his own load, spurting thick ropes of cum across Avery’s shaking thighs.

They collapsed together in a heap of sweat and sex, panting and grinning like fools. Avery, sated and conquer, couldn’t help but laugh. “We did it,” she murmured, nestling between her two champions. “We won.”

But the match wasn’t over. Not yet. Michael, his eyes gleaming with renewed energy, straddled Avery’s face. “Open wide,” he ordered, his cock bobbing in front of her lips. Avery, ever obedient, took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his thick length.

Jason, not to be outdone, climbed on top of Michael, pinning the big man down. He gripped the back of Michael’s head and forced his face into Avery’s cunt, making the man eat her out while she sucked him off. The room was filled with wet sounds and groans of pleasure as the three continued to fuck, chasing their second release.

Finally, with a shudder and a cry, Michael came again, filling Avery’s mouth with his salty essence. Jason followed a moment later, hosing down Avery’s chest and face with his hot load. Avery bucked and whimpered, her body quivering through another earthshattering orgasm.

They lay there in the mess they’d made, bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Avery lifted her head, her eyes glazed and her lips swollen. “I think… I think that qualifies as a win,” she panted, giggling breathlessly.

Jason grinned down at her, running a finger through the cum on her cheek and dabbing it on his tongue. “Damn straight it is,” he agreed. “That was one hell of a match.”

Michael, still pinned beneath them, chuckled. “Amen to that,” he said, nuzzling Avery’s dripping pussy. “Round two?”

And so, the three champions began their next round, their bodies slick and eager. The match would go on, as would the endless dance of lust and dominance. Because for Avery Jane, Michael S, and Jason Michaels, the belt wasn’t just a trophy. It was a promise, a challenge to keep pushing their boundaries and exploring their deepest, darkest desires.