Peter King And Nadia White – Vs Peter Has Been Training Hard For His Pussy Prize

The pressures of high-stakes professional wrestling take their toll both on body and mind. No one knows this better than Peter King, a hulking brute of a man with a reputation for breaking both bones and spirits in the ring. Nadia White, his latest opponent, has made the mistake of goading the gigantic wrestler, verbally taunting him and challenging his manhood with every opportunity.

Invitations are extended, and a private wrestling match is arranged, chez King. Nadia admits with trepidation that she has never seen such an imposing physique, all rippling muscle and deceptive speed. But she doesn’t dare back down now. The prize is legendary – an evening distracted from the travails of wrestling, indulging in raw, unrelenting pleasure guarded between Peter’s powerful thighs.

The match begins chastely enough, a test of strength and skill. Muscles strain and sweat in the exertion of holds and throws. Nadia is exceedingly flexible and nimble, handing the mighty Peter rare defeats and facials in the ring. Pride is a snake that breeds in a wrestler’s heart, however, and she cannot resist taunting her ginger-bearded nemesis as he pleads for mercy.

This returns to haunt Nadia as she is forced into humiliating positions – bent, stretched, and lifted like an obedient puppy being scolded. Her punishment continues and the brat is peeling off her tight spandex booty shorts, her wet, shaved pussy glistening with arousal. Peter groans at the sight, lust and revenge together compelling him to toss the insubordinate up against the wall.

He takes Nadia roughly from behind, his thick, pulsing cock penetrating her dripping folds with not a hint of preamble. The big bitch howls as his hips pummel her, balls smacking turgid flesh. She is helpless, outmatched and overpowered, submitted to the great Peter’s wrath and his immense endowment.

In an embarrassing turn, Nadia’s pussy squelches obscenely with her first climax. Peter laughs in triumph and lays into her harder, strange muscles flexing across her body in as she, too, rides out the waves of her overwhelming orgasm. Her holes are imprinting themselves on his girthy member and he cannot wait to defile them more.

Moving to the bed, Peter tosses Nadia down and redresses his quest for dominance. He administered sharp slaps across her tender rear and retrieves a vibrator, silky smooth balls already quivering. The buzzing shaft is plunged into her folds, teasing her pleasure center as he continues his punishing ride. Her tits bounce wildly, nipples rigid and sensitive, begging for attention.

Mere words cannot describe Peter’s cock – a throbbing, Commander’soned pillar of flesh erupted from his loins. As he grows harder, applying steady pressure to the writhing girl beneath him, Nadia has a moment of reservation, wondering how much she can take.

Her doubts are soon forgotten in the throes of an epic, earth-shattering climax. Peter slaps her ass and probes, muscles tensing and pulsing in opposition to hisEndpoint possession. They are one, moved only by base animal instincts – a veritable snarl, pounding meat and flesh together, tempers and spirits flaring in a breathtaking display.

In a moment of spotlit, circuitous clarity, Peter lunges with the opening force of a jaguar, domineering and animalistic, all tooth and claws, and Nadia is his. She is fully shackled by his invasion, this veritable sacrament of pleasure, and she writhes and screams. Her shouts of breathless, guttural, submissive ecstasy fill the small room. It is primal, raw, unforgiveable, and exquisite.

When it’s over, they lay together in tangerine-streaked sweat and exhaustion. They have only each other, after all, here in this blissful moment of communion. The ritual, the sacrifice, complete. The couple lay gasping, content in the afterglow, taming the wild beast that savaged them both so marvelously.