The referee's whistle echoed sharply through the arena, but Carry's world narrowed to the heat of Matt's body pressing against hers, his weight pinning her down for a split second that stretched into eternity. Her breath came in ragged gasps, the spandex of her singlet digging into her skin as she writhed beneath him, the impact having shifted the fabric just enough to expose the damp edge of her pussy lips to the cool air, a humiliating vulnerability that flushed her cheeks and made her nipples throb painfully against the tight material. Instead of crumbling, a raw surge of sexual energy coursed through her veins, igniting her core like a forbidden fire; she arched her back deliberately, grinding her ass up against Matt's bulging crotch, feeling the hard ridge of his cock through his own singlet, the friction sending electric jolts to her clit that made her moan softly into the mat. The crowd's roars faded into a distant hum as she channeled that illicit thrill, her mind flashing to the cucumber's relentless stretch from last night, and she twisted her hips with newfound prowess, using the move to slip one leg around his thigh in a seductive grapple, her inner thighs slick with fresh arousal as she whispered huskily, "Feel that, you bastard? My wet cunt's gonna make you lose it first."

Matt's eyes widened with surprise and lust, his cock twitching against her as she leveraged his momentary distraction, rolling them both with a fluid blend of wrestling technique and erotic tease; her hands slid up his sides, nails grazing his sweat-slicked skin, while she pressed her tits firmly against his chest, the hard peaks of her nipples rubbing circles that elicited a low growl from him. She capitalized on his hesitation, flipping him onto his back with a swift bridge, her body draped over his in a way that let her grind her soaked pussy directly onto his growing bulge, the wet sounds of her folds sliding against the fabric filling the air like a lewd symphony. "Take it, you fucking prick," she hissed, her voice thick with desire, as she felt his hands claw at her ass, his hips bucking involuntarily, the raw power of her seduction turning the tide and making his breaths come in harsh, uneven pants. But Matt, ever the dominant force, recovered with a surge of aggression, his muscles coiling as he reversed their positions in a fierce grapple, slamming her back down and pinning her shoulders to the mat with crushing force.

As the referee counted, Matt's weight bore down on her, his cock now fully hard and pressing insistently against her exposed cunt through the thinning spandex, the pressure making her pussy clench and flood with even more slippery heat. With a brutal twist, his hand yanked at the neckline of her singlet, the fabric tearing with a sharp rip that bared her tits completely to the roaring crowd, her dark areolas puckered and begging for touch amid the chaos. Carry gasped, the exposure heightening her humiliation into a dizzying wave of empowerment and need, her juices soaking through to stain his crotch as she bucked wildly beneath him, every throb of his thick dick against her throbbing clit pushing her closer to the edge, her mind a whirlwind of defeat and dark, aching want.

Yet, in that vortex of defeat and dark, aching want, Carry's body betrayed her not with surrender but with a fierce, primal surge, her hips bucking wildly as she twisted beneath Matt's crushing weight, her slick, swollen pussy grinding against his rigid cock through the remnants of her singlet. With a guttural snarl, she hooked her leg around his waist and leveraged his overconfidence, using every ounce of her athletic prowess to roll away in a desperate scramble, the torn fabric finally giving way completely—snapping at the seams and slithering off her sweat-drenched skin to leave her utterly naked on the mat, her full tits bouncing freely, nipples stiff as pebbles, and her bare cunt glistening with a messy sheen of arousal that dripped down her inner thighs. Matt reared back, his eyes bulging with a mix of shock and perverse delight, his own bulge straining obscenely against his singlet as he let out a booming laugh, snatching up the ruined piece of spandex and hurling it into the roaring crowd, the fabric fluttering like a flag of humiliation amid the gasps and cheers, his voice cutting through the chaos: "Look at you, Dekus—nothing but a filthy, naked slut on display for everyone!"

The referee, his face flushed with scandalized urgency, dropped to one knee beside her, whistle dangling, as he leaned in and muttered, "Dekus, are you okay? Do you want to stop this match? It's—it's gone too far." But Carry, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, felt that sexual fire roaring through her veins like molten lava, her pussy throbbing with an insatiable hunger that made her clit pulse and her juices pool on the mat beneath her; she propped herself up on her elbows, locking eyes with Matt's smirking face, and slid one hand down her quivering belly to her soaked folds, fingers delving into the hot, slippery mess as she stroked her swollen clit in slow, deliberate circles, the wet squelching sounds echoing lewdly through the arena. "Fuck no, I don't want to stop," she hissed, her voice dripping with raw lust, her other hand cupping her heavy tit and pinching a nipple hard enough to make her moan, "Watch this, you cocky bastard—feel how fucking wet I am, ready to cream all over your pathetic dick." The crowd's murmurs turned to a frenzied uproar, but Carry's gaze never wavered, her fingers plunging deeper into her dripping cunt, stretching her tight hole with vulgar pops as she taunted him further, "I'm gonna make you eat my cum-soaked fingers after I pin your ass."

As the referee, stunned but adhering to the rules, blew the whistle to restart the match, Carry exploded into action, her naked body a weapon of pure seduction and strength; she lunged at Matt, her tits jiggling wildly and her bare ass flexing with each powerful step, wrapping her arms around his waist and using his momentary distraction—his eyes glued to her glistening pussy—to flip him onto his back with a swift, unyielding takedown. He landed with a thud, his hard cock straining against his singlet as she straddled him, her hot, wet cunt pressing directly against his bulge, grinding down with rhythmic force that made obscene slurping noises and elicited a groan from his lips; before he could recover, she pinned his shoulders to the mat, her weight bearing down, her nipples dragging across his chest as the referee's hand slapped the mat—three counts in quick succession—sealing her victory in the state title amid the thunderous applause, her triumphant scream echoing: "That's right, you fucker—I'm the champion, and my dripping cunt just owned you!"

Singlet of Seduction