Goth Girl Destroys man in Wrestling and Pisses on him forlosing

Charlotte Sartre laughs in Billy Boston's face when the bell rings. Small, bratty, black-haired little thing fresh off a brutal loss to Lance Hart. Lance knocked her up and left his mark, and now she carries that raw power like a switchblade in her pocket. Billy watches her circle and thinks this might finally be the break he needs. He's tired of getting tossed to women like Cheyenne Jewel and Tori Avano, real wrestlers who made him eat mat every round. Charlotte looks soft. Submissive even. He smells the win and gets cocky by round two, throwing a few showy moves that put him ahead on points. Round three is sudden death. They both know it. No decision. First orgasm on the mat takes the match. Billy goes all out but Charlotte's pregnant rage comes alive. She slips every hold, reverses hard, and pins him flat. Then she punishes. Over-the-knee spanking until his ass burns red. Camel clutch cranked until his back screams. She drops into a facesit, spreads and grinds like she's using a toilet, orders his tongue to clean her hole. When he's gagging on the taste she lets go and pisses straight into his open mouth, never letting him come. The loss is total. Billy is cut from the roster on the spot, banished until he can prove he deserves another chance.