Cassidy's Wrestling Bitch Pt. 1
Ben and Cassidy, two tough wrestlers, secretly wanted to see how strong they really were. One day, Ben mustered the nerve to challenge Cassidy to a practice match. Despite others disapproving, he knew deep down she’d be an exciting opponent.
That day, Ben burst into the arena, ready to beat Cassidy. To everyone’s shock, Cassidy was waiting, wearing skintight red shorts that showed off her toned legs and tight sports bra highlighting her jiggling breasts. Smirking at Ben, she adjusted her headband. “I’ve waited for this.”
BANG! The bell rung and the wrestlers crashed together in a flurry of grappling holds. Ben managed to grab Cassidy, easily lifting her up.
She rolled him over though and before he knew it, she was sitting on his face, straddling him.
His eyes widened as she pinned him firmly, her cheeks engulfing his mouth.”take it all, you loser,” Cassidy taunted, grinding her ass harder against Ben’s face. Her tight shorts rode up, exposing the smooth curves of her cheeks.
Ben gasped as she pulled his head flush against her crack, letting out a long and horrific fart. The pungent smell intoxicated his nostrils, making him dizzy with a strange, trance-like sensation washing over him.
Unable to resist, Ben found himself surrendering to the intoxicating scent, his struggles growing weaker. “Fuck…” he muttered. Cassidy just laughed, using her grip on his hair to pull his face deeper into her ass. Her juices began to dampen his chin as she gyrated her hips.
Cassidy slowly lowered herself off Ben’s face, leaving him panting and dizzy.
She rose to her feet, bending over to stretch, arching her back and showing off her toned ass in those tight shorts.
“Mmm, you look good like that,” she purred, eyeing Ben hungrily. He could only stare up at her, face flushed and glasses fogged. Cassidy smirked, reaching down to hook her thumbs into her waistband.
In one smooth motion, she yanked her shorts down, baring the glistening folds of her pussy. Ben’s jaw dropped open at the sight. Cassidy hiked up her shorts fully, then turned around and bent forward, presenting her dripping slit to him.
She had been getting insanely wet the entire match, and now her gooey slimey pussy cream was quickly covering Ben’s face and filling his nostrils, making it nearly impossible to breath.
“I think you need a reward for being such a good sport,” she cooed, glancing over her shoulder at him with a seductive smile. Ben swallowed hard, desire coursing through his veins as he stared transfixed at her perfect ass.