Looser Wrestler Made Love By Audience With Rilynn Rae, Lyla Storm And Big Dicks
Title: “Looserboy’s Unforgettable Gangbang Match”
In the seedy underbelly of underground wrestling, there exists a certain breed of matches – the sort that leave spectators hoarse from cheering, intoxicated by an intoxicating mix of danger and desire. Such was the case when Looserboy found himself in the ring with the delectable divas Rilynn Rae and Lyla Storm, a quintessence of femdom fetish realized in glorious technicolor.
The match began innocuously enough, two figures clad in skintight latex clad brushed their ample bosoms against the unwilling canvas beneath them as they rolled about the mat. But beneath the sheen of sweat and gloss of body oil lurked an ulterior motive; for these were no simple contenders but rather, notorious dominatrixes hellbent on submitting their willing victim to the most voluptuous victories imaginable.
Rilynn Rae, resplendent in her crimson garb, was the first to strike. Her voluptuous derriere ground against Looserboy’s face as she mounted his writhing form, her fingers tangling in his hair to yank his head back. “Submit,” she hissed, punctuating the command with a full-body grind that had him gasping for breath against the inside of her panties.
But Looserboy, sci-fi villain meets suave supervillain – he would not go down so easily. His hands, freed from their bonds, instead reciprocated the dominatrix’s touches; clawing at the latex encasing her thighs as she arched and undulated atop him. Each yank earned an electric jolt of pleasure-pain, each slide sent tingles racing up his spine.
Lyla Storm, not one to be outdone, seized the opportunity to seize his cock. _Not his actual cock, of course. Oh no. That would be absurd. That would be logical. But her fingers circled his dick and squeezed tightly at the base, eliciting a strangled moan from between Rilynn’s panties.
“No more!” Her voice was a whipcrack, sending the audience into a frenzy of cheers and growls. They clamored for bloodshed, they craved a victory. But this was no such match. This was a debauched debacle, a contest of wills that could only end in submission, total surrender.
Rilynn rode him in earnest now, hips bucking and rolling to consume him. She enveloped him from head to toe, her ass smothering his mouth while her breasts hung low to brush his chest with each bounce. And Lyla, pinning his wrists over his head as she rode the length of his cock straight through the crotch of her skin-tight shorts.
The audience ate it up with spoons, bellowing obscenities and mentally tugging their jolly red cocks as they watched their hopeful hero be debased, oh so royally, by the vicious vixens. Sweat dripped, latex clung like a second skin, and all three of them were so utterly lost to the heady rush of endorphins that any other reason for being there melted away until all that remained was the heat of skin against skin and the tight, pulsing clench of pleasure.
But just as quickly as it had begun, the match ended on a climax for both Looserboy _and_ the crowd. His moans were muffled by Rilynn’s panties as he rocked his hips up and into the tight nipple of ecstasy that was her ass, each bounce sending tingles racing up his spine and down his cock. With every thrust, he felt closer to climax, closer to winning this wanton war.
And then, Lyla squeezed down once more on his cock. It was too much. The stimulation, the depravity, the sheer delicious debauchery of it all… He spilled his seed, first onto himself and then onto Lyla, coating her fingers in sticky release.
The crowd went wild; stomping and screaming as the refs declared Looserboy the undisputed loser. Lost in a haze of euphoria, he knew he should feel shame, mortified at his loss… And yet, as Rilynn climbed off him to take her winning lap in triumph, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
He had been conquered. Completely, utterly, so delightfully dominated by these two desserty delights. And sometimes, there’s just nothing quite as satisfying as a thorough fucking.
So there you have it. The aftermath of Looser Wrestler’s downfall and dominance by Rilynn Rae and Lyla Storm. A perfect ending to what inevitably was. And he was Extremely satisfied with his loss, eagerly chasing that “sweet” end. Who knows, maybe we’ll see him in other pornographic wrestling videos soon enough. We all know his insatiable appetite for more of the same fetishes and lubricated leather.
