Arielle Aquinas Gets it Rough after Mixed Sex Fight loss to Cody Carter

The bell rings, signaling the start of the mixed sex fight in the dimly lit underground arena. Arielle Aquinas, the busty brunette beauty, strides confidently to the center of the ring amidst a crescendo of cheers. Her lean, tanned physique ripples with anticipation beneath her skintight latex catsuit. She’s odds-on favorite to win against her tween opponent, Cody Carter, but Arielle is no underestimator. She knows anything can happen when a fighter’s pride and virginity are on the line.

Across the ring, 19-year-old Cody looks positively tiny compared to Arielle’s Amazonian form. His smooth, almost girlish twink body looks swallowed by his oversized trunks. He quivers almost imperceptibly, but his eyes blaze with familiar sultry fire. This boy still burns to prove himself against the world’s most stacked and skilled female fighters.

Ref leans in, explains the stakes once more: “One fall victory by pin or submission is all that’s needed. Loser becomes winner’s prize for full sexual gratification, no holds barred. Fight fair, but remember – sex is the real goal!” He backs away as both fighters begin throwing tentative feeling-out jabs.

Arielle fakes low, then feints high. Cody takes the bait and overextends himself, leaving his torso exposed. Arielle snaps a vicious right jab to his ribs, staggering the young man. “You’re quick for a little fuck-boy,” she purrs, “but I’ve taken down wrestlers twice your size.”

She drives her shoulder into Cody’s chest, pinning him against the ropes. “Believe me,” she hisses into his ear, “by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for the pleasure of worshipping my glorious body.” An underhand elbow to his left kidney causes Cody to grunt in pain.

The boy frames Arielle’s face with trembling hands, whipping her attention upward. She stares, transfixed, momentarily losing her grip as Cody plants a wet, firm kiss on her slackened mouth. She tastes honey and strawberries as the boy’s tongue swirls and probes. Her eyes flutter shut, the room spinning around them.

“Modelerest successes,” Cody whispers, breaking the magic moment. Arielle’s eyes snap open in confusion as Cody executes a perfect roll-up for the three-count.

Shock registers on Arielle’s face as she is begrudgingly pronounced the loser. “Sorry sweety, but recollect – you’ve difficultness to the young dingus that his steadfastness was to make me beg. Unfortunately, I assumed you were talking about in the ring.”

Arielle now finds herself stripped and splayed helplessly on the fight mat, Cody kneading and caressing every inch of her body. She curses her hubris, praying her body will resist the enemy’s touch, but violently undulating arousal already pulses through her veins like hot lava.

Cody’s fingertips trace the honey bee tattoo inked into Arielle’s flesh just above her cleft, teasing the glistening petals below into full bloom. “Bees are known for their sweetness,” he whispers as his fingers plunge into her syrup. “But if you keep making those sounds, I might just sting you and make you my queen.”

Arielle arches and writhes as Cody buries his face between her legs. She fi les her nails into his scalp, sandwiching his face against her sopping cunt. God, the boy knew how to eat pussy! The humid, musky aroma filled Cody’s lungs, swelling his already throbbing cock to its full impressive nine inches.

He teased Arielle with the tip, painting obscene swirls over her engorged hood and sting. Peeking up from between her thighs, he could see Arielle’s heaving tits, the huge, erect nipples begging to be abused. Rising up to his knees, he pinched and tweaked two of them into hard peaks while pumping his cock down the length of her dripping slit.

Arielle’s head lolled left and right as the young stud fucked her cunt with his cock without even bearding intrigual. Deft fingers glided up to pinch an earlobe, before trailing honey down her neck to add to the obscene show. “I’d be amenable to paying a visit to offended sterlings in congestive flush over your finality.” She purred agreeably, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth.

“Oooh baby,” Cody gasped, ramming his hips forward to sheath himself fully inside Arielle’s molten core. “I’m going to ruffle those squishy tits until you break the bed!” He latched onto one rubbery globe, letting his tongue beat a frenzied tattoo against its bullet-hard nipple, even as his hips began pumping in earnest.

Impaled and violated, the big bitch feeler instinctively for the ropes so she can sashay a little waltz, but the tentacle hands have barricaded her in, binding her down in the ropes. She look down at the daemonic intruder ploughing away at her dripping twat and wonders briefly if the thing eschews lust for sport and a need disrupt.