Mean Wrestling Federation Presents: Nyomi Star vs Fluffy

Fluffy's already sweating under the lights. Nyomi Star circles him like she smells blood. She shoots in low, takes his legs, rides him down hard to the mat. The crowd feels it. She plants that ass right on his face and grinds, smothering every breath out of him. He bucks and kicks. She just leans heavier, hips rolling, owning the moment. When she lets him up she drags him by the hair, sits again, this time facing his feet, making sure he tastes her through thin spandex. He gasps when she lets him breathe. She laughs, low and mean. Nyomi yanks his head between her thighs and squeezes until his face goes red, then she rolls to her knees, pulls his cock out and takes it deep without warning. Her black hair swings across his stomach while she works him with her mouth, wet sounds loud in the quiet room. She twists around, swings a leg over his head again, drops into a sixty-nine and rides his tongue while she keeps sucking. Every time he tries to catch air she drops lower, hips moving in tight circles, daring him to keep up. She owns the pace. She owns him. When she feels him twitch she pulls off, sits back on his face one last time, and holds him there until the only thing left is her weight and the sound of him struggling underneath.