Chelsea Green lounged in her private WWE locker room after the show, still in her glittering ring gear, when the sissy fan shuffled in wearing a tiny skirt and lace panties. "Well, well, if it isn't my biggest admirer playing dress-up," she purred, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You flew here just to get owned by the champ? Bold choice, darling."
The fan mumbled his fantasy, but Chelsea cut him off with a laugh. "Words are cheap. Show me that hard little cock if you're serious." She rose, towering in heels, and produced her strap-on harness. "On your knees. Give my cock the blowjob it deserves before I decide how to ruin that ass."
He obeyed, lips wrapping around the toy as she guided his head. "Deeper, sissy. Make it wet and dripping or I'll send you home frustrated," she teased, her own pussy growing wet beneath the leather. "That's better. Horny little thing, aren't you?"
Chelsea yanked him up and bent him over the bench, sliding the strap-on into his ass with one smooth thrust. "Fuck, you're tight," she groaned, hips snapping forward. Both of them were soon sweating and panting, the room echoing with skin slapping skin.
"Take every inch like the good sissy you are," she taunted between witty jabs. "My pussy is throbbing watching you squirm." He came with a cry, cum spilling onto the floor as she kept pounding.
She pulled out slowly, admiring the mess, then leaned close. "Don't think this ends here, fanboy."
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