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Old 09-Jun-19, 17:18
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Default The Private Leagues: Mixed Pro Sexfighting

Hello,
This story is unconnected to the main storyline of the Hunter vs the Wildcat series, but it takes place in the same world. The setting is one of the “Private Leagues” that have been mentioned a few times in the course of the series. The idea of a mother/son duo taking part in a match against a pair or rivals was suggested by sugioshadow.
Marisa Tomei as Alisha, Xavier Serrano as Alex, Selena Gomez as Gianna, and Miley Cyrus as Hope.
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“C’mon ref! Do your job!”

But Alisha new the ref wasn’t going to do a god-damn thing. Her son Alex was getting dismantled by those bitches. Stacked up in their corner, Gianna was standing on the second rope and scrubbing her tits over her son’s face while Hope was reaching in from the outside and sliding her hands over the 18 year old’s straining cock…

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. She and her husband, John, had been a dominant force in their local sex-wrestling league for years. Yeah, they’d never been called up to one of the regional leagues, much less one of the big promotions like the SFL or the ESL, but they’d had their own spot carved out. They’d been the longest reigning champions in their league’s history, until the match with “them.”

Gianna and Hope were a young team, barely older than her own son who was chomping at the bit to join one of the college tournaments and then join his parents in the ring. She’d heard they had some success out in the other leagues, but she and John weren’t really concerned about it. Wouldn’t have been the first time they had to face some hot young team from another territory and put them in their place. Gianna and Hope were put in their places all right, it just happened that those places were celebrating with a victory make-out session as they sat next to each other, punishing John and her in dueling face-sits.

That wouldn’t be happening tonight, Alisha reassured herself. She looked at her son with pride, laced with no small amount of worry. Alex had the makings of a competitor, she thought, watching her son stretch. Lean and muscular, he’d been turning heads since puberty. Short dark hair, expressive eyes and full confident he was ready for tonight. She hoped he was.

“The following contest is scheduled for three falls, and is for the Deep South Tag-Team Championship. Introducing first, a team that keeps it in the family, Alisha an for the first time, her son Alex!”
Alisha and Alex made their way out to the cheers of the hometown crowd. Alex was a bundle of nerves, energy spilling out of every poor as he grabbed the top rope and vaulted into the ring. Alisha followed at a more sedate pace. “Save that energy for the match, Alex!” she chided.

“And their opponents, they are the current Tag-Team Champions, Hope and Gianna!”
The dangerous duo had sauntered to the ring to a chorus of boos as she and Alex had stood in their corner, waiting nervously. Gianna was a mix of Italian and Latin decent, with full lips and dark hair that fell in waves down the sides of her face. Her partner, Hope, was fair skinned with short blonde hair and a wide, toothsome grin. Both were wearing matching teal bikinis as they looked appraisingly at the mother-son duo.

“Don’t worry grandma! We won’t ride you too hard this time…” Hope had crowed.

“Yeah! We want to make sure our new boy-toy gets a test drive! We’ve already worked it out, whoever makes him submit will get to ride his cock while the other gets to sit on his face! Doesn’t that sound great boy-toy?” Gianna added with a wink at Alex.

“We’ll see…” Was Alex’s reply, somewhat lessened in effectiveness by the nervous tremor in his voice and the growing bulge in his pants. It was his first time in front of an audience, and these were not the two Alisha would normally have chosen to be her only son’s first opponents. He’d been insistent though… he wanted to take his father’s place since John was on the shelf after that match. His knee was messed up, Gianna had used a hard leglock on him while she was stroking his cock to its first submission and he’d only compounded it by pushing himself too hard in training in preparation for a rematch. So here she was, taking on the team that had beaten her and her husband with her 18 year old rookie son who’d only had private training matches with some of his friends and other young hopefuls.

They’d both smirked knowingly at Alex before Hope stepped outside of the ropes, leaving Gianna to start for their team.
Alex started forward but Alisha stopped him, placing a hand on his on his chest and motioning for him to go to their corner. He’d paused and nodded, realizing his mother was right and that he was too keyed up to start the match.

“C’mon Grandma! Sometime today!” Gianna called over, earning a glare from Alisha.

They met in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Straining to gain an advantage, Aisha’s look of grim determination was countered by Gianna’s smug smile. Determined to wipe the maddening expression off her younger opponent’s face, Alisha doubled her efforts, and with a grunt of strain twisted Gianna into a side headlock. Grinding the bitch’s face against her slim side, Alisha bore down in satisfaction before twisting her body and hip-tossing the younger brunette down to the mat.

“Yeah mom!” Alex called over from the corner as Gianna popped back up to her feet, glaring at her veteran opponent.

“Something wrong little girl?” Alisha taunted, getting ready for another lock-up.

“Yeah,” Gianna responded as she moved forward, only to duck through at the last minute and come up behind her, grabbing her dark locks and swinging into a neckbreaker that floored Alisha. “Your wrinkly face isn’t buried under my ass yet!” Using her hair to pull her head up, Gianna snapped her legs around Alisha’s neck in a crushing headscissors!

Keeping ahold of Alisha’s hair, Gianna rocked her body back and forth, wrenching Alisha’s neck as she squeezed. “You remember this hold, don’t you?” She asked the trapped veteran with an upturn of her lips. “I had you screaming in it last time. Are you going to scream for me in front of your son?”

“Bitch!” Alisha ground out. Knowing she hadn’t worn her down nearly enough to get a submission yet, Gianna kept the hold on for a few more moments before popping her legs open and using her grip to yank Alisha to a seated position. Standing up behind her, Gianna snapped a kick to her lower back before moving in front of her, using her hair to pull her slowly to her feeeOOOOOFFFF!

Alisha had made it half way up before she lunged forward, burying her forearm into Gianna’s gut! The young brunette was left bent over, her air coming out in a huff as Alisha spun, took Gianna’s head over her shoulder and snap-mared her to the mat. Slipping behind her as she started to rise, Alisha cupped her chin with both hands and planted her knee in Gianna’s back, forcing her head back with a chinlock.

Gianna grabbed Alisha’s hands with hers, trying to relieve the pressure as she forced her way back to her feet. Once standing, she wasted no time in breaking the lock with a well-placed back elbow into Alisha’s slim torso. The lock picked, Gianna kept ahold of Alisha’s wrist and twisted it up behind her back. Not content with the hammerlock that had her older opponent grimacing in pain, Gianna helped herself to a handful of Alisha’s trunks and bum-rushed her to the corner where Hope was waiting, smashing Alisha shoulder first into the buckles. Alisha let out a cry of pain as her shoulder impacted hard, a jolt that traveled down her right arm and made her fingers tingle.

“Oh, did that hurt?” Gianna mocked, pressing into her back as a grinning Hope looked on from inches away. “You need to be careful at your age, it’s so easy to break something, and then where would you be?”

“Here, let me check it out for you.” Hope told her helpfully, grabbing a hold of her right wrist and pulling her arm over the top rope. “Don’t you dare!” Alisha warned, but Hope simply smiled and stepped back, dropping off the apron without letting go of Alisha’s wrist and yanking her arm down on the steel cable. “GAAHHHHHH!”

Gianna didn’t let Alisha tuck it in close to her body like she wanted, instead keeping her right arm over the top rope she twisted it around and resumed her hammerlock, this time with the ropes providing extra leverage. While twisting her arm up Gianna started hammering blows down onto the trapped limb. “GAAAADDDDD STAHHHPPP!”

“That’s what I like hearing grandma!” Keeping ahold of her wrist, Gianna pulled Alisha away from the corner, twisted around flipped her to the mat by her heart arm. Taking a seat next to her, Gianna planted her feet on either side of Alisha’s shoulder and pulled…a beautiful smile still on her face as she worked at dislocating the veteran’s shoulder. Alisha’s feet beat the mat in agony as her son watched on, his hands gripping his hair in worry.

After relishing her screams Gianna stood, still keeping a tight grip on Alisha’s right wrist. “C’mon” she gibed, pulling the veteran along the mat towards the corner where Hope wore a beaming smile with her arm stretched out.
“Tag?” she asked, seemingly without care or concern.
“Tag.” Gianna confirmed, reaching out to slap Hope’s palm without letting go of Alisha’s wrist. As Gianna stretched her arm out, Hope grabbed the top rope with both hands, bounced a little in place, and then vaulted over it…her outstretched legs coming down hard on Alisha’s left shoulder and ripping her arm out of Gianna’s grip and smashing it to the mat. “FUUUUCKKK!” Alisha cried out in agony.

Eyes going wide in mock surprise, Hope turned to her. “Such language! And in front of your son too!” Hope rolled off of her arm but didn’t give her any respite. Alisha had barely started to cradle it to her body when Hope grabbed hold of it again, twisting it up Alisha’s back as she laid down behind her, looping her own arm through Alisha’s to capture her in a chicken-wing. Hooking her leg over Alisha’s to keep her close, Hope leaned in close to her ear as she ratcheted up the pressure.

“See, no offence, but we’ve already worn your ass out once. Sonny-boy over there is the real attraction. I mean, just look at him!” Hope informed her with a huge grin, snuggling in even closer. “See that tent in his shorts right now? Your boy looks like he’s packing!” Alisha’s answering snarl turned into a cry of pain as Hope yanked her hold. “Now now, don’t be upset just because he looks sooo much bigger than your old man’s! It’s how they use it that counts, right? I mean sure, he was a lousy lay in our match, but I’m sure he’s got something going for him!”

Standing up behind her but keeping ahold of her arm, Hope dropped two more knees directly to the arm that had Alisha crying out in pain. Finally, having thoroughly battered the trapped limb, Hope relented and raised her arms, playing to the crowd as Gianna clapped. Alisha held her wounded arm tight against her body, the punishment adding up and leaving it almost useless… “Okay Grandma, I think you’re done.” Hope reached down to grasp her hair, earning a sharp cry from Alisha’s lips as she slowly pulled her back to her feet. Grabbing the wrist of her hurt arm, Hope grinned at Alisha’s wide eyed “No no no!” before setting her legs. “Time to play with the boy-toy Grannie.” With that she whipped Alisha into the corner with the furious Alex, her back smacking hard against the buckles. Alex slapped his mom’s shoulder, eager to get into the fight.

“You’re going to pay for that you bitch!” Hope merely grinned, taking a few steps back as Alex surged through the ropes. Alisha gingerly made her way through the ropes to stand in her corner as her eager son tried to engage. Hope was toying with him though…darting through his arms when he tried to lock-up…he jumped to the laughter of the crowd as the bitch goosed him as she went past.

With a snarl of growing embarrassment, Alex lunged for Hope again. She started to dance away again, but his right arm struck out and managed to catch her elbow. Quickly pulling her to him, the 18 year old wrapped his arms around the blonde battler in a reverse bearhug. “Got you now!” Alex crowed before yanking back in a hard squeeze.

“Nnnnnnghhhhhhh! Oh, you got me boy-toy…” Hope whined, prompting a smirk to grow on Alex’s lips. “You’re such a big man…whatever am I going to do?” Then it was Alex’s turn to gasp as she pressed her ass back against his very visible bulge. “Well, I guess I could do this…” Hope started to shimmy, twerking against the rookie’s cock as he tried to squeeze her.

“Get out of that Alex! She’s the one in control!” Alisha yelled from her corner.

Alex tried to heed her advice, letting go and backing away, but Hope spun and grabbed the back of his head, yanking him down into a deep kiss. Breaking away, Alex gasped as Hope beamed. “C’mon boy-toy…feel like a little tongue wrasslin’?” Hope stuck her long tongue out and waggled it at the flustered grappler before yanking his head forward to press their lips together again. Her tongue drove past his lips and rolled over his, easily pinning his tongue with hers as she ravished his mouth.

Alex was in a daze as Hope started to walk backwards, not realizing his predicament until she suddenly spun and his back hit the turnbuckles. His eyes widened in surprise as Hope broke the kiss. “That was easy,” she quipped, right before he felt Gianna wrap her arms around his chest. He was in their corner! “Need to learn to pay attention to where you are, lover-boy” Gianna sing-songed into his ear just before Hope drove her thigh into his stomach.

Alex wretched and tried to lean forward, but Gianna kept him upright as Hope stepped back and snapped two quick kicks to his gulping abdominals. Then she pressed against him, grabbing his hair to keep him in place as she drove her tongue back into his mouth.

“C’mon Alex!” Alisha called, but her son was too disoriented with the rapidly shifting painful and pleasurable attacks to hear his mother. Occupied with Hope’s incredibly talented tongue, he didn’t even notice when she raised one hand and smacked it against Gianna’s. He did notice though when Hope suddenly stepped to the side and Gianna buried her shoulder into his gut. They let him bend over this time, both partners grabbing his head under their arms and hooking his shorts so they could send him crashing to the mat with a double suplex.

Hope slid out of the ring as Gianna grabbed Alex’s head, pulling him close to her ass as she slipped her legs around his neck in a reverse scissors. “There, that’s a nice view isn’t it?” Gianna taunted as she flexed, making Alex’s eyes bulge as she squeezed his head. “Wasn’t like that in training was it?” Alex’s hands slapped at her legs, ineffectually trying to break her scissors. Gianna simply rolled her eyes and reached for his shorts, pulling them down enough for his hard cock to flop free. “Wow lover-boy, I guess not all of you is a disappointment!” His answering growl quickly turned to a groan as her hands slipped around his dick, teasing his length. “And look how stiff it is! You must like getting your ass kicked! Well, that’s good, since that’s probably how all your matches are going to go.”

Alex tried to twist his hips away but it was useless, Gianna just kept teasing his dick. He sighed in relief when she let go, only to gag as she put two more unexpected punches into his relaxed abs! “I know you’re enjoying this,” Gianna chided, “but don’t get too comfortable lover-boy.” She finally released her scissors, and Alex sat up and reached for his mother, desperate for a tag, only to cry out as Gianna grabbed his hair and used it to pull him to his feet. One hand in his hair, her other went down to resume its stroke on his cock, leading him the few steps to her corner where Hope was waiting eagerly.

Gianna stepped back as Hope grabbed him, pulling his head around and for another round of her “tongue ‘rasslin.” Gianna went to her knees in front of him, pulling his shorts all the way off. After a moment of contemplation she reached back, undoing her top and shrugging it off before resuming her stroke, rubbing his tip against her bare tit.

Alex whimpered into Hope’s mouth, prompting a teasing laugh that had him flushed in embarrassment as well as arousal. Pulling back, she told him “Look down boy-toy, you don’t want to miss this.” Seeing them both watching her, Gianna abandoned her handjob in favor of pressing her tits around Alex’s straining cock, bobbing up and down in a full titfuck. “You like that lover-boy?” Alex could only groan in response. Her tits bobbed, an eternity for the young sexfighter until his overmatched cock welled up, precum pumping out of his tip and coating Gianna’s mounds. “What? That quick? I knew you were out of your league lover-boy, but you have to at least try!”

“Oh you bitch…” Alex moaned out. “I can take it…”

“Really?” Gianna mocked, “Don’t you feel how you’re coating my tits?” she pulled back and stood, then put climbed up on the middle rope. “Here, take a closer look!” She leaned in, forcing Alex’s face into her cleavage as Hope dropped to her knees, slipping her hands around his slick cock and stroking him. Gianna swung her shoulder, battering his face back and forth with her precum-slick tits. “Can you taste it lover-boy? Does that taste like you’re taking it?”

“C’mon ref! Do your job!” Alisha called in dismay.

“C’mon Gi! I want a piece of him!” Hope said, dropping his cock and standing up. Without pulling up her tits, Gianna nodded. Hope slapped her shoulder and stepped through the ropes. Gianna stepped down, pulling off of the red-faced rookie before twisting around, letting Hope grab his head before spinning and planting him on the mat with a double snap-mare.

Gianna stepped back through the ropes as Hope kneeled between the moaning sexfighter’s legs. She took Alex’s hard cock in her hands, pumping him and tapping it against her cheek..."Okay boy-toy, you were a little overwhelmed by the tongue wrestling, how about a little match between my tongue and cocky here? I bet he'd like that, wouldn't he?"

Hope’s long tongue snaked out of her mouth and swirled around Alex’s cock, starting at his base and running up his length before swirling at his tip. Alex’s entire body shivered as Hope flashed a grin around her tongue and sucked him into her mouth. Alex was frozen…his mouth wide open as true to her word Hope took him all the way to his base and held there while her tongue slid and whipped around his throbbing, completely overwhelmed dick.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk….”

Hope pulled off his cock with a self-satisfied smirk. “Such a mouth on you! Just like mamma over there.” She playfully jerked his cock and darted her tongue out to lap at the underside of his dick. “Never had head like this, have ya?” Alex could only groan in response. “He’s all ready to cry his submission, isn’t he?”

“Alex! You’ve got to get her off of you!” Alisha cried out from her corner.

Hope merely flashed her eyes at Alex and gave him a few more quick jerks. “Okay big boy, here we go.” Hope licked up his length and then swallowed his cock, dipping her head all the way to his base and deep-throating the young fighter. “Unghhhhhh!” Alex actually sat up at that, eyes wide and mouth open, before he collapsed back to the mat with a groan. Hope raised up, a huge shit-eating grin on her face before she spit some of Alex’s white cum onto her hand, showing the ref. As soon as the ref signaled to the outside Hope made sure Alex watched as she licked her hand clean again.

“Winner of the first fall, with her “Tongue Wrasslin’” submission, HOPE!” Hope gave a long, satisfied lick of Alex’s wilting cock before raising up to her knees. “That’s that!” She said, with an exaggerated show of brushing off her hands. “Guess we just found out who gets to ride him after the match, huh?” She informed her partner with a devilish smirk. Gianna gave her a mock pout in return.

Alisha went over to her son, who was still laying on the mat in a daze. “C’mon Alex, you need to get back to our corner.” His mother’s voice seemed to get through his post orgasmic haze. Slowly climbing to his feet, he couldn’t help but exclaim “Fuck mom, that tongue of hers!” Alisha’s eyes snapped up to the duo, who had undoubtedly heard Alex from the way Hope’s tongue waggled down out of her mouth. Alex flushed red, whether from embarrassment or arousal was hard to guess. “Not now honey, come on. They’ll make you start if you don’t make it back before the bell rings.”

Alex made it to his feet and back to his corner, stepping through the ropes as Alisha made ready to take on Gianna for the start of the third fall. “Hope you recharge quick, lover-boy!” Gianna called over to Alex, “Cause mamma isn’t going to last too long.” Alisha sneered at the bitch, but the burning pain shooting through her arm told her that Gianna wasn’t exactly wrong. She just needed to buy her son time and work the cunt over in the meantime. The bell rang and Alisha came forward, only to stop up short as she took in Ginna’s stance. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, Gianna had her hands raised in a boxer’s stance. “C’mon grandma! I already know you can’t wrestle, let’s see if you can fight! Tell you what, I’ll even make it more fair.” Gianna took her left arm and put it behind her body, leaving only her right up. “There, we can both only use one arm!”

With a snarl, Alisha raised her hands and started cautiously forward. Gianna bounced around, playing up for the crowd and jutting her chin out toward her older opponent….Gianna was all smiles, right up until she fell for a feint and Alisha buried her left fist into her stomach.

Looking for a little payback, Alisha hupped two more uppercuts into Gianna’s guts as the young sexfighter gagged, before lowering her shoulder and driving the young brunette back into a neutral corner. With Gianna stacked up, Alisha unloaded on the bitch, smashing hateful lefts into her trembling tummy before unloading a series of chops to her quickly reddening chest. “Think you can come…into my league…and embarrass me…you stupid...stuck-up…biiiiAAAAAAHHHHHH!” While Alisha had been focused on her opponents tanned stomach, Gianna had managed a quick poke to the other woman’s eye.

Alisha backed up, blinded as Gianna gulped down some quick breaths. Alisha was just turning back to her opponent when Gianna grabbed her hair and thumped her face off the top turnbuckle. “Newsflash! You are an embarrassment! You and your old man should have retired years ago…we’re just here to put you out to pasture.”

After pounding her face off the turnbuckle five more times for good measure, Gianna shoved her glassy-eyed opponent back into the turnbuckles, looping Alisha’s arms over the top ropes to keep her upright. Taking a step back and raising both fists, Gianna began to pound both fists into Alisha’s slim torso, driving the air out of the veteran’s lungs and cramping her up. Whenever Alisha tried to twist her torso away, raising a leg to try to protect her stomach, Gianna just pounded shots into her flanks and kidney’s until Alisha dropped her leg in cramped-up hurt.

Finally tiring of the punishment, Gianna stepped back and swept a damp lock of hair from her face, taking in the destruction of the former champ. No longer propped up by Gianna’s pounding fists, Alisha sank to a seated position. “Well,” Gianna exclaimed, looking at the wreck of the challenger, “how can I say no to an invitation like that?”

Gianna made a show of turning around, swaying her hips as she hooked her fingers in her bottoms and hiked them up, giving herself a wedgie and showing even more of her shapely ass. Then she took a slow step back and popped her hips, driving her ass back into Alisha’s face! Gianna beamed as she worked her hips, buffeting her older opponents face before pressing back in an air tight seal.

Alex couldn’t take anymore. He dove through the ropes, an avenger ready to rescue his mother from her fleshy prison, but Hope had other ideas. Charging in she tackled him from the side, cutting off his abortive rescue attempt and grappling with him on the mats. The end result was Alex grapevined underneath the short-haired blonde, her tongue again ravaging his mouth as his mother went out under Gianna’s ass.

Alisha’s left hand was fluttering at Gianna’s hip. “What, you’re trying to tap? Like I’m walking away with anything less than a knock-out.”

Hope finally pulled back from her dominating kiss, leaving the breathless newcomer gasping for air. She nuzzled her face against him, forcing him to turn his head to the left so he could see Gianna finishing off his mother. Laying cheek to cheek, she couldn’t help muttering to the demoralized 18 year old “Watch mommy….watch mommy like a good boy. As soon as she’s out, we’re going to have so much fun together.”

The ref came forward…”I think she’s out Gianna.”

“Oh she’s been out for a while. I just like grinding my ass against her nasty face.” With that Gianna stepped away, stretching and arching her back like a satisfied cat as the ref took in Alisha’s slack features, and the bit of drool dribbling from her parted lips.

“Your winners, and still tag-team champions, HOPE AND GIANNA”


“Do we need to tie her?” Hope askes as she raised up, arms still pinning Alex as she moved to straddle her.

“Nah, mommy’s going to be out for a while.”

“Guess that just leaves us, doesn’t it boy-toy?” she told a red-faced Alex with a lascivious grin. Gianna joined them, wrapping her legs around Alex’s head in a figure-four and leaning back on her hands. Alex started to struggle, but Gianna poured pressure into her legs. “Ah-ah-ah! None of that now!” Hope meanwhile had slid down his body and was now staring at his semi-hard cock. “Hmmmm, that’s no fun. We need you nice and hard.” She pretended to contemplate, one finger brushing his dick from side to side. “I know! How ‘bout a little rematch between tongue and cocky here?” Alex’s eyes go wide but Hope and Gianna are both staring at his dick, which starts to harden in anticipation.

“Oh, he likes that Hope.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Hope runs her tongue out and licks his quickly hardening cock before taking it into her mouth. He quickly hardens under her lashing tongue, groaning and screwing his eyes shut as she rapidly puts him at full attention.

“You’re just so cute,” Gianna mocks him, tweaking his nose.

Hope pulls off his dick with a wet smack of her lips. “Okay babe, he’s ready.”

“Here we go lover-boy” Gianna told him, slapping his cheek before letting go of the scissors. Hope straddled his waist and grabbed his dick, lining it up with her waiting pussy as Gianna straddled his head. They both lower together, Hope engulfing his cock with her pussy while Gianna sealed his face in a reverse face sit. Cameras flashed as they both ground down, fulfilling their bet from the start of the match. They leaned in and kissed each other deeply as they used the beaten 18 year old, It didn’t take long before both were panting and cumming over his used-up body. With a shaky breath, Hope pulled off of his once again limp and flaccid dick. “Okay Gi, his ready for bed.”

Gianna leaned back, putting her full wait on his face and ignoring his weak, muffled protests until he laid limp, completely used up by the duo. “Think anyone from the SFL was watching?” Hope asked her partner as she extended her hand to the waiting ref, taking her belt. “If they weren’t,” Gianna responded with a flip of her damp hair, pugging her foot on Alex’s chest as Hope put hers on his flaccid cock, “we’ll just be sure to give them an even better show next time.”

The cameras flashed as Hope and Gianna turned to go, arms around each-other’s waist and the wrecked mother/son tag team in their wake.
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Thanks as always for reading. If you have any comments or would like to see any of these wrestlers again let me know, I look forward to reading your feedback. And if you haven’t checked them out yet, make sure you take a look at batman4life’s Tales of the Sex Fighting League and Valen’s SFL: The Return.
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Nice work all around. I think that Gianna and Hope would definitely make some waves on the SFL tag team division. Looking forward to seeing them again!
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Great story.
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Thanks by the storie, please can writte alternative ending ? Mother and son win
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Nice fight and my favorite finish with two girls riding his face and dick at the same time.
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Me favorite finish for it storie is mother and son finish it babes same time.
and after win poser.
Son with a facessiting
Mother with breast smother
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