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Mixed Battles
Infatuation Humiliation
Product Details
Бренд:
Young and cruel
Уникальный код:
W-854
Mixed wrestling, 200 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.
I think Janice is the most beautiful girl in the school. I can't get her out of my mind. I fantasize every night about her cute little body. Her soft sexy legs and pert little breasts that are covered by her school uniform. That plaid skirt barely covers her thighs, and when she sits down and crosses her legs, there's always a quick peak at her white panties.
I long to make Janice my girlfriend, but how? I'm way too shy, and Janice has a lot of guys chasing her.
One day I overhear her say she is going to the gym, to practice gymnastics. I see her go into the girls locker room. I'm thinking she might be dressing, or better yet undressing. I sneak in to see if she is stripping out of her clothes to get ready to workout.
I am somewhat ashamed of myself, for spying like a pervy peeping tom. But my desire to see Janice's gorgeous body is overwhelming. My manhood is twitching with the thought of her skirt sliding to the floor, showing those milky white thighs, coming to a "V", covered in tight lycra of her sports leotard.
My hand is inside my pants fondling my tool, in anticipation of seeing that sexy body.
Janice removing her skirt. Now she is dressed in white leotard and matching sneakers. In my excitement, I bang against the lockers. Janice is startled "Who's there."
I don't know if I should run, hide or show myself.
Janice comes around the corner and sees me holding my rod. I flush with embarrassment.
"Michael, what are you doing,?" she asks coyly. "Are you spying on me?"
I stammer, "It's not what your think. Please don't tell anyone. I'll go."
I'm nearly in tears thinking that I'm soon going to be known around school as "Michael the perv."
But then Janice gets a weird look. She sees my hard-on, still gripped in my hand, and smiles.
"You know what, Michael," she purrs. "I'm not going to tell anyone. But you do need a lesson. You've got to learn that it is not nice to spy on girls."
I'm not sure where this is going. But Janice tells me to strip. "I want to get a good look at that boner," she smiles. "You seem to be quite a big man.... I like strong big men."
I'm confused - but Janice is complimenting my tool - rather than shrieking in disgust.
She then says something that nearly had me explode my load.
"You can ball me, if you can pin me for a five count."
"What, uh, what do you mean. You want to fight," I stammer.
Holy crap, I'm thinking. We're both 18 y.o. Janice is a 5-foot-4 inch, 110, pound of sexual dynamite. I should have no problem holding her down with my 5-10 body. Plus, I'm theorizing, the testosterone factory in me is working overtime, with the thought of banging this object of my desire.
She leads me into a small wrestling room in back of the gym.
"How do you know about this room," I ask.
"Oh, all the girls COME here with boys to have fun," she says, emphasizing the word "come."
She closes the door, and tells me to strip naked.
"How about you?." I ask.
"Oh, you don't get to see these goods, until you pin me. I love having a big strong man hold me down and claim his victory," she explains.
So here I am naked, with my eight inch dick, bouncing up and down.
You would think I would be embarrassed, being nude. But I figure she is going to be nude soon also. Janice is smiling as she approaches me.
"Let's wrestle," she says. "I can't wait to see what you can do with that thing," she says in a flirtatious way.
I move in quickly, anxious to get this pretty girl, under my body.
But as I lunge to grab her, Janice grabs my head, slams her firm ass into my stomach and flips me the ground. I'm looking up at this smiling brunette, who has the confident look, that she knows she took me by surprise.
"C'mon Michael. You have to do better than that.," she laughs.
I scramble to my feet. My nakedness is continuing to throb with the thought this girl just knocked me to the ground, and now is challenging my manhood. I cautiously step in again, to grab her. But, this sexy kittenish teen grabs my arm and flips me again.
"Oh I forgot to tell you, Michael...I'm a black belt in judo," she smirks.
"Do you think you're still man enough to take me as your prize." Her voice is turning from a demure sexiness to a more serious tone.
At first I approached this little opponent with a gentlemanly caution, so as not to hurt her. But now, I'm not sure if I should be holding back. It seems that Janice is looking for rough foreplay. She gets a stern look and lectures "You're going to learn that spying on girls, is not allowed."
"Now lets see what the big tough guy can do to the little girl," she challenges.
I no longer see this petite female as a sexy object of desire -- but rather, she is an uppity bitch who is challenging my manhood. I move in slowly, hoping to grab the dark-haired spitfire. Janice grabs my arms, entwines her foot behind my legs and shoves me to the ground.
I am surprised by her strength. As I roll over to stand, Janice pounces on my back, flattening my chest to the mat.
She grabs my arms and pulls backward. The pain in my spine and shoulders screams.
"OWW, OWW," I yell. "You're hurting me."
Janice laughs, "I thought you wanted to show me what a big tough guy you are. You should be able to break free from a little girl.
Janice is rocking and bouncing on my body, wrenching my arms and stretching my back.
My hands are flailing, and they grope her soft sexy legs that are holding me down.
I slide my hand along her legs, making it all the more embarrassing that this pretty Amazon has got me under her control.
Janice feels my hand, stroke her legs.
"Oh, you like my legs. Well let me show you what they can do."
I can't imagine what she meant, until she let my arms go flat. I am breathing heavy, grateful that Janice dropped her painful hold. But she keeps me in her clutches, and rolls me onto my back, with her silky thighs clamped around my body.
I find myself lying in between Janice's creamy thighs --- her mound pressing against my back. I always wanted to get between her legs. But not this way. Her ankles lock, and she squeezes.
OHH, shit," I cry out. "The pain. Janice, please stop, the pain is killing me."
Her arms are wrapped around my neck and head, applying a sleeper hold.
I feel myself blacking out. "Please Janice, I can't breathe. Let me go."
Janice uses her feet to massage my dick, which is beginning to go soft, as the oxygen is leaving my body.
"Oh no, we can't have the big fella, shrink," she laughs.
She lets go of the sleeper hold and nimbly flips her body around applying a tight scissor hold.
Since she dropped the sleeper hold, I feel the air reentering my body. But Janice's legs still have me under control. She squeezes her legs just enough to let me know she's in charge. Her hand slides over my dick, and she deftly works it back to a standing eight inches.
"That's better," she purrs. "It seems like that's only muscle that's working for you."
I'm having trouble deciding if I like this or not. My dick is rock hard. But my masculinity is being destroyed by a pert, little gymnast, who has thrashed me to no end. I can't move. I'm exhausted, and she is belittling me with her Girl Power comments.
I'm only glad that we are alone in this room, and no one is here to see me getting pussy-whipped. Janice continues her powerful leg scissors. My resistance is gone. My ribs are sore, my back is in pain, and my arms are like noodles.
"You seem like you're just about finished, tough guy," Janice smirks, realizing I am no longer a threat.
She slides her body up my chest, her legs have my arms pinned flat.
"I think you're going to like this," she smiles.
Her "V" slowly moves up to my mouth, and she begins thrusting.
"Stick out you tongue," she orders.
The smell of her femininity, heightened by her victory over me, is overwhelming.
The lycra fabric is sopping wet. As my tongue flattens against her cunt lips, Janice begins to moan.
Her leotard are rubbing my face and chin in a frenetic pumping, causing a raw burn on my skin. Janice is huffing. Her heads is swinging side to side with her pelvic pounding of my face.
Moans of "I'm cumming. Oh shit. Don't stop. Suck it," are slurring from her mouth almost in rhythm to her hip movements.
A wave of humiliation comes over me, as I realize this bitch is using me as a sex tool. I see a chance to over throw her. As she rocks back and forth, one of my arms gets free.
I thrust upward to use my bigger body, but Janice senses my rebellion.
She quickly slides off my face. Her legs entangle my legs in a grape vine, and she pins my arms to the ground.
"You're not going anywhere mister, until we are finished," she says.
"It sounds like you orgasmed," I say. "Let me go, please."
"Not yet," Janice smirks. "I've still got three or four more in me."
Janice continues to hold my arms flat, while she grinds her hips against my dick.
She says "You better not try to get away, or I'll really have to hurt you."
Janice's pelvic thrusts were crushing my eight inch tool. Her leotard is wet, but the fabric is raking my sensitive foreskin, my vulnerable erection is under girl's control. She smiles down at me, knowing that I'm helpless. Her body is protected by tight sports leotard, so she feels safe and acts aggressively.
"So am I still the object of your fantasy, pussy-boy," she laughs.
"If you promise not to resist, I'll jerk off your cock." she says, while letting go of my arms.
Janice moves her "V" up to my mouth and begins a cowgirl ride of a lifetime.
"Suck it boy," she orders.
The smell of her crotch is mind boggling.
Her gorgeous ass is humping fast and furious, as her female juices run down my chin.
Janice lets out a loud orgasmic scream, that shakes the walls of the tiny wrestling room.
I heard the door open, and girls shouting "What happened. Who's in here."
I could not tell, but it sounded like at least four or five young ladies in gym leotards came in.
"Whoa, look at what Janice caught," I heard one girl laugh.
I could not see them, because Janice's ass had my face pinned. My body was exhausted from the wrestling beating she gave me. The smell of her gash and ass was too much to take. My dick exploded a wad of jism that sprayed my chest.
"Damn, that boy is like a fire hose," one girl joked.
That did it. My testosterone factory is depleted. My muscles are weakened and my manhood is destroyed. Plus, a group of girls are sure to tell the school, how I got physically and sexually demolished by Janice.
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