Gabi’s lips slid up Josh’s throbbing shaft with a slow, wet slurp, her tongue swirling around the swollen head to lap up the fresh beads of pre-cum that oozed from the slit, her big blue eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she glanced at Bryce straddling Josh’s face. “Get him up on his knees, Bryce,” she purred, her voice a mix of feigned innocence and raw hunger, the words dripping with anticipation as she released Josh’s cock from her mouth with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his pulsing length. Bryce, his face flushed and slick with sweat, hesitated for a split second, his laid-back nature clashing with the surge of anxiety and desire coursing through his veins, but the sight of Josh’s massive, veined dick twitching in the air pushed him forward. He pulled back from Josh’s mouth, his own seven-inch cock slick and glistening from the face-fucking, and grabbed Josh by the shoulders, yanking him upright onto all fours with a grunt, the mat squeaking under their weight. Josh’s body trembled, the Viagra-fueled aggression mixing with a whirlwind of confusion and unwanted arousal from Bryce’s earlier thrusts, his deep brown eyes widening as he felt Bryce’s hands roughly spread his ass cheeks, exposing the tight, puckered hole that clenched involuntarily in the cool air of the arena.

Bryce’s breath came in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest as he positioned himself behind Josh, his thick cock pressing against the entrance, the fat head slick with a mix of pre-cum and saliva from Rachel’s earlier mouth. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” he muttered, his voice shaky with a blend of nervousness and raw lust, the secret crush on Josh fueling his movements as he spat onto his hand and rubbed it over his shaft for extra lubrication, the warm, sticky fluid making his veins stand out even more. With a forceful thrust, he pushed inside, the head of his cock breaching Josh’s tight ring of muscle with a sudden, burning stretch that made Josh groan deeply, his body arching as inch after inch slid in, the thickness filling him completely, stretching his insides in a way that sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure radiating through his core. Gabi wasted no time, dropping back down to her knees in front of Josh, her fiery curls bouncing as she wrapped her lips around his enormous cock once more, her mouth engulfing the base with greedy suction, her tongue tracing the underside veins while her hands fondled his heavy balls, squeezing them rhythmically as if milking them for every drop. The dual assault was relentless—Bryce’s hips slamming forward in deep, powerful strokes, his balls slapping against Josh’s with wet smacks, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made Josh’s vision blur and his cock throb harder in Gabi’s mouth, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat, pre-cum, and raw sex.

Josh’s mind reeled in a storm of sensations, the fullness in his ass from Bryce’s pounding rhythm making his prostate sing with electric jolts, while Gabi’s expert sucking pulled at his shaft with such intensity that he could feel the pressure building in his balls, the wet gagging sounds of her throat working him echoing off the arena walls amid the crowd’s frenzied cheers. Bryce’s hands gripped Josh’s hips tightly, his fingers digging into the flesh as he picked up speed, fucking him with long, hard strokes that made their bodies slap together, the force driving Josh forward into Gabi’s face, her nose burying deeper into his pubes with each impact. “Take it, you fucking tease—feel how good my cock feels in your tight ass,” Bryce growled, his usual anxiety melting into a haze of dominance, his words crude and laced with the longing he’d harbored for so long, the taboo thrill pushing him closer to the edge as he felt Josh’s inner walls clench around him. Gabi moaned around Josh’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine, her free hand slipping between her own legs to rub her slick, plump pussy, her fingers dipping into the wetness and spreading it over her swollen clit in frantic circles, the sight of her pleasuring herself while servicing him adding another layer of erotic torture.

But then, something shifted in Josh—a surge of hidden boldness breaking through the haze of submission, the Viagra’s aggressive edge combining with his introspective curiosity to ignite a fire in his veins. With a guttural roar, he bucked backward, dislodging Bryce’s cock with a sloppy, wet pop that left his ass gaping and throbbing, then twisted around with surprising strength, flipping Bryce onto his back and straddling him in one fluid motion. Rachel and Brie, still entangled outside the ring, their bodies slick and pressed together, froze in shock, their jaws dropping as they watched Josh’s transformation—Rachel’s green eyes widening with a mix of jealous fury and unexpected pride, while Brie’s wild grin faltered for a moment, her perky tits heaving as she instinctively reached down to finger her smooth, dripping cunt. Josh didn’t hesitate; he grabbed Bryce’s thick shaft, guiding it back into his own ass as he sank down, riding him reverse-cowgirl style, his muscular ass cheeks bouncing with each downward thrust, the tight heat enveloping Bryce’s cock in a vice-like grip that made the older man moan and buck helplessly. At the same time, Josh reached for Gabi, flipping her onto all fours with a rough shove, her plump body jiggling as he lined up his massive, leaking cock and plunged into her from behind, the head forcing past her slick folds and burying deep into her hot, clutching cunt with a single, powerful stroke that made her scream in delight.

The arena erupted in chaos as Josh took control, his hips pistoning with relentless force—riding Bryce’s cock while pounding into Gabi’s pussy, the dual rhythms syncing into a symphony of wet slaps and gasps, his balls swinging heavily and slapping against Gabi’s clit with every thrust. “You think you could break me? Feel this, you greedy fucks,” Josh snarled, his voice husky and commanding, the words dripping with the boldness he’d kept hidden for so long, his deep brown eyes locked on Rachel’s as he dominated both opponents, the sight of her touching herself—her fingers plunging into her own dripping cunt with urgent strokes—spurring him on. Rachel couldn’t resist, her dominant nature flaring as she mirrored Brie, both women now openly masturbating, their breaths coming in ragged moans, the erotic display of Josh’s unexpected dominance pushing them to the brink. Gabi’s body shook beneath him, her fiery curls matted with sweat as she pushed back against his thrusts, her pussy clenching tighter around his shaft, the wet squelches growing louder with each deep penetration, while Bryce writhed under Josh, his cock throbbing inside the tight heat, pre-cum leaking out in thick streams as he felt his balls tighten, on the verge of exploding. Josh could sense it too—the way Gabi’s inner walls fluttered wildly, signaling her impending orgasm, and Bryce’s frantic bucks signaling his own release—but just as he hammered harder, driving them both to that shattering peak, the bell rang sharply through the arena, signaling the end of regulation time, leaving everyone suspended in a haze of unfulfilled ecstasy.

The sudden clang echoed like a thunderclap, cutting through the raw, primal energy as Josh froze mid-thrust, his cock buried to the hilt in Gabi’s quivering cunt and Bryce’s shaft pulsing inside him, the crowd’s roars turning to a mix of frustration and anticipation. Gabi whimpered, her body teetering on the edge, her juices flowing freely down her thighs in sticky rivulets, while Bryce groaned in agony, his hands gripping Josh’s hips as if to hold onto the moment. Rachel and Brie, their fingers still working their swollen clits, exchanged wild, lust-filled glances, the air thick with the scent of sweat and cum hanging just out of reach, the match’s conclusion leaving everyone breathless and craving more.

The sudden clang echoed like a thunderclap, cutting through the raw, primal energy as Josh froze mid-thrust, his cock buried to the hilt in Gabi’s quivering cunt and Bryce’s shaft pulsing inside him, the crowd’s roars turning to a mix of frustration and anticipation. Gabi whimpered, her body teetering on the edge, her juices flowing freely down her thighs in sticky rivulets, the hot, slick mess pooling beneath her as her swollen pussy clenched desperately around Josh’s thick, veined length, every inch stretching her inner walls to the point of exquisite agony. Bryce groaned in agony, his hands gripping Josh’s hips as if to hold onto the moment, his seven-inch cock throbbing deep inside Josh’s tight, clenching ass, the head pressing relentlessly against that sensitive prostate spot that sent electric jolts through Josh’s core. But the tension snapped at once; Josh’s muscular frame gave out first, his arms buckling as he slumped forward, pulling his massive shaft from Gabi’s dripping cunt with a wet, sucking pop that left her hole gaping and oozing a thick stream of her arousal onto the mat. Gabi collapsed next, her plump body hitting the canvas with a heavy thud, her fiery curls splayed out like a wild halo, her tits heaving with ragged breaths, nipples still rock-hard and slick with sweat. Bryce followed suit, slumping back onto his haunches, his cock slipping free from Josh’s ass with a sloppy squelch, the sudden emptiness making Josh shudder as a trickle of lube and pre-cum dribbled from his stretched hole, his balls aching from the relentless buildup without release.

Brie, ever the wild catalyst in her naked glory, straightened up from her tangled mess with Rachel, her perky tits bouncing as she sauntered to the center of the ring, her smooth, dripping cunt on full display, the lips parted and glistening under the arena lights. “Alright, you horny fuckers, that’s the end of regulation—looks like we’ve got a tie, so everyone catch your breath!” she announced, her voice a sultry, mocking lilt that carried over the crowd’s disappointed murmurs, her fingers idly tracing circles around her swollen clit as if to keep the energy alive. “Five-minute rest break, then it’s no-holds-barred, two-on-two action—the first team to make the other cum wins it all. No rules, no tags, just pure, filthy fucking until someone blows their load or squirts like a fountain.” The crowd erupted in fresh cheers, the promise of escalating debauchery hanging in the air like a thick fog of musk and anticipation, while Rachel and Josh exchanged a heated glance, their bodies still trembling from the unfinished frenzy. The two teams stumbled apart, retreating to their respective corners—Rachel and Josh huddling close, their sweat-slicked skin brushing together, while Gabi and Bryce leaned against the ropes, gasping for air. In their corner, Rachel’s green eyes burned with renewed determination, her hand sliding up Josh’s thigh to cup his heavy, throbbing balls, feeling the weight of his pent-up need. “We’ve got this, baby,” she whispered, her voice husky with possessive lust, her fingers tracing the veins on his shaft as they whispered strategies, plotting to exploit Gabi’s devious weaknesses and Bryce’s anxious cravings, their words laced with crude promises of domination.

As the teams plotted in their corners, Brie seized the moment, her wild grin widening as she eyed a couple of burly fans from the front row, their eyes bulging with unbridled hunger. “Hey, you two studs—come on up and help me put on a little show while these losers regroup,” she called out, her tone dripping with invitation, her naked form strutting toward the ropes with a sway that made her round ass cheeks jiggle enticingly. The fans, a pair of ripped, tattooed men in their twenties, vaulted over the barrier without hesitation, their cocks already straining against their pants as they climbed into the ring, the crowd’s roars swelling to a fever pitch. Brie dropped to her knees before them, her hands working quickly to yank down their zippers, freeing two thick, pulsing dicks—one a long, curved eight-incher with a fat, purple head leaking pre-cum, the other a girthier seven-incher veined like a roadmap, balls hanging heavy in a smooth sac. “Mmm, fuck yeah, let’s see what you’ve got,” she purred, wrapping her lips around the first cock, her tongue swirling over the salty tip before sucking it deep into her throat, the wet gagging sounds echoing as she bobbed her head, her other hand stroking the second shaft with firm, twisting pumps that made the man groan. Saliva dripped from her mouth, coating the lengths in shiny strings as she alternated, her free hand dipping between her legs to finger her slick pussy, the squelching noises adding to the erotic symphony. The fans didn’t hold back, one grabbing her hair to thrust deeper into her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin, while the other reached down to grope her tits, pinching her nipples until she moaned around the cock in her throat, the scene a blur of slurping, moaning, and raw flesh that kept the audience on the edge, their own hands wandering to relieve the building tension.

The five minutes ticked by in a haze of heavy breathing and stolen glances, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat, until Brie finally pulled away from her impromptu partners with a wet pop, their cocks glistening and twitching from her expert mouth, strands of saliva and pre-cum dangling from her lips. “Alright, show’s over—back to your seats, boys,” she teased, giving each a playful slap on their still-hard shafts before sauntering back to the center, her body flushed and her cunt dripping even more profusely. As the bell loomed, the teams squared off, Rachel facing Gabi with a predatory glare, her curvaceous figure poised and ready, tits bouncing lightly with her breaths, while Josh locked eyes with Bryce, his athletic build tense, his massive cock still semi-hard and swaying between his legs. The anticipation crackled like electricity, but at the sharp ding of the bell, everything flipped—Josh lunged at Gabi with surprising speed, his hands grabbing her waist and hoisting her petite, plump body overhead in a display of raw strength, her fiery curls whipping through the air as she let out a startled yelp, her legs kicking futilely. Meanwhile, Rachel charged at Bryce, her powerful thighs wrapping around his head in a thunderous head scissors takedown that slammed him to the mat with a bone-jarring thud, his face buried against her soaked pussy, the heat and wetness smothering him as she squeezed, her muscles flexing to cut off his air.

Josh brought Gabi down hard onto the mat, her body landing with a fleshy smack, her tits jiggling wildly as he pinned her beneath him, his hands roaming over her curves with dominant intent, feeling the softness of her skin slick with sweat. Rachel and Josh locked eyes across the ring, a silent understanding passing between them, their shared boldness fueling the next move—they each flipped their opponents over, positioning Gabi and Bryce across their laps for a good, old-fashioned spanking that echoed with sharp, stinging slaps. Rachel’s hand came down on Bryce’s firm ass cheek first, the impact leaving a red imprint, his skin warming under her palm as she spanked him again and again, each strike making his cock throb and leak pre-cum onto the mat, his groans muffled against the canvas. “Take that, you sneaky bastard—thought you could steal my husband’s cock? Feel this, you pathetic fuck,” she taunted, her voice laced with cruel delight, her fingers dipping between his cheeks to tease his tight hole, circling the puckered entrance with a feather-light touch that made him buck. Josh mirrored her, his large hand smacking Gabi’s plump ass with forceful rhythm, the flesh rippling under each blow, her juices flowing freely from her exposed cunt as she whimpered and moaned, the pain blending into a hot, throbbing pleasure that made her clit pulse.

Gabi’s body arched with every spank, her fiery curls bouncing as Josh’s hand left red marks on her skin, her pussy clenching visibly, the lips swollen and dripping, while Bryce’s ass cheeks glowed under Rachel’s assault, his seven-inch cock twitching desperately, pre-cum pooling in sticky drops. “You two greedy sluts are done playing games—beg for it, or we’ll make you cum so hard you’ll regret ever stepping in this ring,” Rachel sneered, her green eyes flashing as she paused to slide a finger into Bryce’s ass, pumping it slowly, feeling the tight ring stretch around her digit, his inner walls clenching in response. The crowd’s chants grew louder, the erotic torture unfolding in vivid detail, every slap and taunt pushing the boundaries further into the realm of raw, unfiltered desire.

Gabi's whimpers filled the air as Josh's hand came down in another sharp smack on her quivering ass, the red handprints blooming across her plump cheeks like fiery brands, her fiery curls splayed wildly across the mat as she arched her back in a mix of pain and ecstasy. Rachel, her green eyes blazing with triumphant lust, seized the moment to turn her attention fully to Bryce, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him forward with a brutal twist that sent him crashing to the mat on his back, the impact jarring through his toned frame and making his seven-inch cock slap against his stomach, pre-cum smearing across his skin. "Time to choke on what you've been craving, you sneaky bastard," she snarled, her voice thick with dominance as she straddled his face in a swift, aggressive motion, her dripping pussy pressing down on his mouth with unrelenting force, the swollen lips and engorged clit grinding against his lips and nose in a messy, wet rhythm that filled his senses with her tart, musky scent. Bryce gasped beneath her, his tongue involuntarily lapping at her folds as she lowered her head to his crotch, wrapping her full lips around his throbbing shaft and sucking him deep into her throat in one greedy gulp, her cheeks hollowing with the intensity of her motion, the wet gagging sounds mingling with his muffled groans while her hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as she bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling over his veins and the sensitive head.

Meanwhile, Josh flipped Gabi onto her back with a rough shove, her petite body bouncing on the mat as he seized her ankles and yanked her legs high and wide, exposing the tight, puckered ring of her asshole nestled between her plump cheeks, her slick pussy glistening just above it, the lips parted and dripping with arousal. "Look at you, all spread out like the greedy little slut you are—bet you've been dying for this," he taunted, his deep brown eyes locked on hers with a surge of bold dominance, his massive cock twitching in the air as he spat onto his hand and rubbed the warm saliva over her entrance, making her whimper and clench in anticipation. With a low growl, he positioned his thick shaft at her tight hole and thrust forward, breaching the resistant ring with a burning stretch that made her cry out, her inner walls gripping him like a vise as he sank deeper, his hips pumping in steady, powerful strokes while his free hand slid up to rub her swollen clit in firm circles, the dual assault sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body that made her juices flow even more freely. Gabi writhed beneath him, her big blue eyes wide with a mix of devious thrill and submission, her insatiable appetite fueling the fire as her body trembled on the edge.

As the arena's roars reached a fever pitch, Josh and Rachel locked eyes across the tangled bodies, a spark of shared victory and raw chemistry passing between them—Rachel's possessive dominance mirroring Josh's unleashed boldness in a silent, electric connection that deepened their marital bond amid the chaos. Leaning over, they met in a passionate kiss, their lips crashing together with hungry force, tongues entwining as they tasted the salt of sweat and sex on each other, the kiss a fierce affirmation of their partnership, their bodies still grinding against their opponents in the heat of dominance, convinced that this erotic onslaught would seal their triumph.

Just as Josh's lips melded with Rachel's in that searing kiss, the world around them blurred into a haze of shared heat and triumph, their tongues dancing with the tangy residue of sweat and arousal that coated their mouths. But in that fleeting moment of vulnerability, as his deep brown eyes locked onto Rachel's possessive gaze, Josh's grip on Gabi loosened, his focus slipping away amid the raw chemistry igniting between them—until a sudden, forceful twist shattered the connection. Gabi, her body still quivering from the relentless pounding in her ass, seized the opportunity with a devious snarl, bucking her hips to dislodge Josh's massive cock with a wet, slurping pop that left her stretched hole gaping and leaking a trail of mixed fluids onto the mat. Before he could react, she flipped around with surprising strength, wrapping her thick, vice-like thighs around his head in a crushing head scissors, her plump ass cheeks flexing as she buried his face into the slick folds of her dripping pussy, the heat and musk overwhelming him instantly. Josh gasped for air, his nose and mouth smothered by her swollen lips and engorged clit, the pressure of her thighs squeezing his skull in rhythmic pulses that made his vision spot and his own cock throb painfully, every inhale filled with the heady scent of her arousal as he clawed at her skin, desperate to break free.

Gabi's big blue eyes gleamed with sadistic glee as she released Josh just enough to catch her breath, her fiery curls bouncing wildly, but she didn't linger—leaving him slumped and disoriented, his face smeared with her juices. With a mocking laugh, she sauntered over to where Bryce had Rachel pinned, her plump body jiggling with each step as she taunted the older woman. "Oh, Rachel, you think you're in charge? Watch this," Gabi purred, straddling Rachel's face with deliberate cruelty, her slick pussy pressing down to grind against Rachel's lips, forcing her to taste the tart, overflowing wetness that coated her folds. Rachel's green eyes widened in a mix of fury and unwilling desire, her curvaceous frame arching as Bryce positioned himself between her thighs, his thick seven-inch cock sliding into her tight, drenched pussy with a single, powerful thrust that stretched her inner walls and made her moan muffled protests into Gabi's flesh. Bryce's hands gripped Rachel's hips, his laid-back anxiety melting into frantic lust as he pounded her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her ass with wet smacks, each stroke hitting deep and building the pressure inside her.

Rachel's body betrayed her, the dual assault pushing her past her limits as Gabi's taunts echoed in her ears—"Beg for it, you greedy bitch, feel how we own you"—while Bryce's cock hammered her sweet spot, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her core. Her screams built to a crescendo, her pussy clenching wildly around him until she exploded in a gushing squirt, the hot spray arcing across Josh's face as he struggled to his knees nearby, the warm fluid splashing his skin and mixing with the remnants of Gabi's juices, leaving him stunned and arousal-drenched, his own pent-up desires teetering on the edge amid the chaotic roar of the crowd.

Gabi and Bryce, their eyes gleaming with victorious hunger, turned their full attention to Josh's exhausted form sprawled on the mat, his athletic body trembling from the relentless assault, his massive cock still twitching with residual hardness despite the haze of defeat settling over him. "Look at him, Bryce—our little toy, all spent and begging for more," Gabi purred, her fiery curls cascading as she grabbed Josh by the hair and yanked him upright, her plump fingers digging into his scalp while Bryce stepped in, hoisting Josh onto his broad shoulders with a grunt of effort, the older man's arms wrapping around Josh's thighs to hold him steady. Josh's deep brown eyes widened in shock, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and unwilling arousal as Bryce's mouth descended on his throbbing shaft, lips engulfing the swollen head with a wet, slurping suck that drew a muffled groan from Josh's throat, the heat and suction pulling at his sensitive skin while Gabi positioned herself behind, her hand raining down sharp, stinging spanks on Josh's firm ass cheeks, each impact leaving red welts that made his muscles clench. "Take it, you teasing bastard—feel how we own you," Gabi taunted, her voice laced with cruel delight as she slipped a finger into Josh's tight, puckered hole, pumping it slowly at first then faster, stretching and teasing his inner walls, the dual sensations overwhelming him in a storm of pain and pleasure that had his hips bucking involuntarily.

Rachel, still entangled in Brie's unyielding grip outside the ring, couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene, her curvaceous body betraying her with a surge of forbidden arousal as she watched her husband being dominated, the sight of Bryce's lips sliding up and down Josh's veined length igniting a jealous fire in her core. "Fuck, look at him," she whispered hoarsely, her hand slipping free from Brie's restraint to dive between her own thighs, fingers plunging into her dripping pussy with urgent strokes, the slick heat coating her digits as she rubbed her swollen clit in frantic circles, her green eyes burning with a mix of fury and twisted desire. Gabi, sensing Josh's building release from the way his cock pulsed against Bryce's tongue, pulled back with a wicked grin, her big blue eyes flashing. "Not yet, Bryce—don't let him cum; we've got more fun in store," she commanded, her voice bubbling with feigned innocence as she helped lower Josh onto the mat, guiding Bryce to lie down beneath him and aligning Josh's stretched ass with Bryce's thick, leaking cock.

As Bryce thrust upward, sinking into Josh's tight heat with a deep, satisfying groan that echoed through the arena, Gabi straddled Josh's hips in a fluid motion, her plump body pressing down as she impaled herself on his massive shaft, riding him cowgirl style with wild, bouncing rhythm that made her tits jiggle and her fiery curls whip around. She leaned in, capturing Josh's lips in a hard, possessive kiss, their tongues clashing in a messy tangle of salt and sweat, the taste of defeat and desire mingling as his hands gripped her waist futilely. The pressure built too quickly—Josh's body arched, his cock throbbing wildly inside her clutching pussy until he exploded with a guttural roar, hot cum flooding her depths and sealing their team's fate, the crowd's cheers deafening as Bryce followed suit moments later, his own release pulsing deep into Josh's ass in thick, rhythmic spurts that left them all shuddering in the aftermath of raw, unbridled ecstasy.

The whirlwind of raw, unbridled lust finally crested into a triumphant haze as Gabi pulled back from Josh's quivering form, her fiery curls matted with sweat and her plump body glistening under the arena lights, her dripping pussy still clenching from the aftershocks of his release. With a wicked smirk that belied her innocent baby face, she turned her big blue eyes to Rachel, who lay sprawled on the mat, her curvaceous figure heaving with a mix of defeat and unexpected thrill, her medium auburn hair tangled around her flushed cheeks. "On your knees, you greedy bitch," Gabi purred, her voice laced with commanding sweetness as she spread her thighs wider, exposing the swollen, cum-slicked folds of her pussy, the musky scent of their mingled fluids heavy in the air. Rachel's green eyes lit up with an eager fire, her dominant nature twisted into submissive excitement by the heat of the moment; she crawled forward on all fours, her full breasts swaying and her own dripping cunt leaving a trail of arousal on the mat, before burying her face between Gabi's legs. Her tongue delved in with fervent strokes, lapping at the hot, sticky mess with greedy enthusiasm, tasting the tart essence of Gabi's juices mixed with Josh's warm cum, each swirl sending shivers through Gabi's core and drawing soft moans from her lips as Rachel's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer in a desperate bid to please.

Gabi's body arched in response, her fingers threading through Rachel's hair to guide her deeper, the wet slurps and gasps echoing through the roaring crowd as Rachel's mouth worked with skillful intensity, her tongue probing and sucking until Gabi's pussy was clean, leaving only a faint sheen of saliva. "Now, share it with your husband—give him a taste of our victory," Gabi ordered, her voice breathless with satisfaction, gesturing toward Josh, who lay nearby, his athletic frame spent and his massive cock softening against his thigh, a mix of confusion and lingering arousal in his deep brown eyes. Rachel obeyed without hesitation, rising up to straddle Josh's chest, her lips crashing onto his in a messy, passionate kiss, their tongues entwining as she passed the lingering flavors of cum and desire into his mouth, the salty tang igniting a spark of forbidden connection between them. Josh's hands instinctively cupped her face, his touch gentle despite the defeat, a silent affirmation of their bond amid the chaos, while the crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch.

Brie, the wild blonde referee with her perky tits bouncing and her smooth pussy still glistening from her own indulgences, stepped forward with a triumphant grin, grabbing Gabi and Bryce by the wrists to raise their hands high in the air, declaring their victory to the ecstatic arena. "And the winners are Gabi and Bryce—take your prizes, you lucky fucks!" she announced, her voice sultry and mocking, as Josh and Rachel remained on the mat, naked and breathless, their bodies entwined in the afterglow of submission. Without a word, Gabi and Bryce, with Brie's eager help, hoisted Josh and Rachel up between them, their limbs draping limply as the group stumbled toward the ring's exit, the promise of backstage pleasures hanging thick in the air—Rachel's heart racing with a twisted mix of jealousy and anticipation, while Josh's mind whirled with the raw chemistry of their shared defeat, the group's footsteps echoing down the corridor toward unseen indulgences.

Evolved Fights: Tag Team Takedown