Matthias sat behind a sturdy wooden table in the dimly lit basement, the makeshift office for his budding fetish fighting business. His thick arms rested on the table, crossed, as he and Anne exchanged looks. The bare concrete walls and scattered workout equipment created a raw, gritty atmosphere—exactly the kind of vibe they were going for. The real ring was in the next room, but first, they had to conduct this casting call. A casting call? Yes! A fucking casting call for the real thang: His own fetish video company, serving the needs of horny watchers for Catfight, Wrestling and Boxing. And not enough: He was looking for the big titters and extra pounders. The times of slim skinny models were history.
Anne, his wife, leaned back in her chair, her 44D chest straining against the tight tank top she’d thrown on casually for the day. She smirked, imagining what kinds of fighters they might see today. They’d put out word across a few of the right channels—underground forums, discreet ads for "busty, curvy fighters" interested in a more... specialized kind of wrestling and boxing.
“We need fighters that stand out,” Anne said, her voice deep with confidence. “Big girls, busty, with enough attitude to keep the viewers hooked.”
Matthias nodded, running a hand through his messy hair. "I’m thinking at least D-cup minimum. You know the audience loves big tits bouncing around the ring. And they’ve got to know how to use those curves—make every move look like it’s part of the dance. What do you think? We push for girls who can go topless or nude? That always draws more eyes.”
Anne chuckled, adjusting her seat. “Definitely. But we don’t want them just to strip. We want fighters who can take hits and dish them out too. Chubby or not, they need to be able to keep up in the ring. Besides…” She grinned, biting her lip slightly, “we’ve seen how much more intense it gets when the tops come off mid-fight.”
The door to the basement creaked open, and the first potential fighter walked in. She was a tall woman, around 5'9", curvy with a soft, chubby belly but toned arms. Her bust was impossible to ignore—likely around a 36F—and she carried herself with confidence. Her blonde hair was tied back into a messy bun, and she wore tight leggings and a sports bra that barely contained her chest.
Anne raised an eyebrow, impressed by the first candidate. "What's your name, sweetheart?" she asked, leaning forward, resting her elbows on the table, her big breasts pushing together.
The woman didn’t hesitate. “Clara. I saw your ad and figured I could give it a shot. I’ve done a bit of underground wrestling before, and I’m not shy about getting a little rough.”
Matthias sized her up. “Good. We’re looking for fighters who aren’t afraid to go topless or nude, depending on the fight. Think you can handle that?”
Clara smirked. “Nudity’s not a problem. I’ve done worse in the ring.” She flexed her arms, showing her strength despite her softer body.
Anne stood, her thick curves filling out her leggings, and motioned for Clara to come forward. “Let’s get a good look at you, then. We’re looking for fighters who can handle their size in the ring—and by size, I mean those,” she gestured to Clara’s chest, “and your body.”
Clara nodded and confidently pulled her sports bra off, her large breasts spilling free. She wasn’t shy, even as Anne circled her, appraising her build and curves. Matthias watched closely from his seat, noting how her chest jiggled with each small movement. Anne gave Clara a playful poke on her soft belly, testing her reaction. Clara barely flinched.
"You’ve got some good curves," Anne said with a grin. "But let's see if you can take a hit."
Without warning, Anne threw a gentle but firm slap against Clara's right breast, causing it to bounce and jiggle. Clara winced but stood firm, not backing down.
“Good,” Matthias said, scribbling something on his notepad. “You’ll get rougher treatment in the ring, but if you can handle that, you’ll fit right in.”
Clara nodded, standing tall as Anne stepped back. “Think you’ve seen enough, or do you want me to show you what I can do in the ring?”
Anne grinned. “I like your spirit. We’ll get you in the ring soon enough. But first, let’s see who else we’ve got.”
Another knock on the door came, and a second woman entered—shorter, rounder, with a fuller figure. She was around 5'5" and carried a heavy G-cup chest that practically begged for attention. Her dark hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and her thighs rubbed slightly as she walked. This one looked like she could throw her weight around and maybe take a few hits without blinking.
“Looks like we’ve got some competition,” Anne muttered with a wicked smile. “This is going to be fun.”
Matthias looked between the two women, already imagining the potential matchups, the clashing of bodies and curves under the hot lights. The catfight company was about to get its first set of stars.
The room hummed with an undercurrent of tension as Anne stood in the ring, topless, her large 44D breasts hanging free, nipples slightly hardened from the anticipation. She wore nothing but a tight black thong that dug into her thick hips and curvy ass. Her opponents, Clara and the new girl, Mia, stood across from her, eyeing her like wolves ready to pounce. The rules had been laid out clear: a no-holds-barred, real hit, 2-on-1 match. And the payout? €2000, straight cash.
Matthias sat ringside, heart racing as he watched the three women size each other up. He could feel the pulse between his legs grow stronger with every second that passed. He'd seen Anne fight countless times, but something about this moment, the raw intensity of the match, had his blood pumping like never before.
"Are we clear on the rules?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the excitement coursing through him. "This isn't some staged bullshit. You hit hard, no faking it. €2000 if you last the entire fight and take your hits like a champ."
Clara smirked, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she shifted on her feet. "I'm in. I’ve taken real hits before, and I’m not afraid to break a few ribs if I have to." Her voice was full of cocky determination as she glanced over at Mia.
Mia, shorter but rounder, nodded in agreement, her G-cup chest jiggling with the movement. "Same here. No one's walking out of this ring without feeling it."
Anne, towering over the two, cracked her knuckles, her nipples standing at attention, her body ready for the physical toll this match would take. “Let’s see if you two can handle me.”
With that, Matthias signaled the start of the match, his eyes glued to the ring.
Clara wasted no time, charging at Anne with her full body weight. Anne braced herself, her large chest bouncing as she grappled with Clara in the center of the ring. They locked arms for a moment, but Mia was already rushing in, delivering a hard slap to Anne’s exposed breast from behind, sending it bouncing wildly.
“Double team, huh?” Anne growled, gritting her teeth through the sting of the slap.
Before she could recover, Clara drove her knee into Anne’s soft belly, forcing the air out of her lungs with a grunt. She stumbled back into the corner, her thick body crashing into the turnbuckles, and Mia followed right up with a shoulder thrust to her midsection, driving her even deeper into the corner.
Matthias leaned forward, his cock straining against his pants as he watched Anne struggle under the onslaught. Clara and Mia were relentless, working together like seasoned pros. Clara’s hands gripped Anne’s hair, yanking her head back as Mia targeted her exposed breasts, delivering a series of slaps and punches that had Anne wincing in pain, her big tits bouncing with each hit.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the basement, each blow more brutal than the last. Anne’s thick body was taking a beating, but her face remained defiant. She wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
With a roar of effort, Anne shoved Clara back, using her weight to her advantage. Clara stumbled, giving Anne just enough space to deliver a hard elbow to Mia’s face, knocking her down to the mat. But before Anne could fully recover, Clara was back on her, wrapping her arms around Anne’s waist from behind and lifting her off the ground in a powerful bearhug. Anne’s bare breasts were crushed between Clara’s arms, her thick thighs kicking in the air as she struggled to break free.
“Come on, Anne! Fight back!” Matthias called out, his voice hoarse with excitement.
Anne groaned, her breath ragged as Clara tightened the hold, squeezing the air from her lungs. But Anne wasn’t done. With a sudden burst of strength, she slammed her head back into Clara’s face, making her loosen her grip just enough for Anne to break free. She spun around, grabbing Clara by the shoulders and throwing her into the corner.
Now it was Anne’s turn to dish out some punishment. She grabbed Clara by the hair and yanked her head back, slamming her chest-first into the corner. Clara’s large breasts pressed against the turnbuckles, her face twisted in pain as Anne kneed her in the back, keeping her pinned.
“Two-on-one? You’ll have to do better than that,” Anne growled, her face flushed with adrenaline and anger.
But Mia was already back on her feet. She ran in from the side, tackling Anne to the ground. The three women ended up in a heap on the mat, arms and legs tangled together as they fought to gain control.
Matthias could barely contain himself, his heart pounding as he watched the raw, primal struggle in the ring. The sight of Anne’s thick body, her curves glistening with sweat, as she battled against two women at once was more than he could have imagined. His pulse throbbed in time with the brutal pace of the fight.
Clara and Mia managed to get Anne back into the corner, their fists and elbows working her over. Clara focused on Anne’s belly, delivering punch after punch, while Mia continued her assault on Anne’s breasts, slapping and twisting her nipples with cruel delight. Anne’s grunts of pain filled the room, but she refused to go down.
Matthias’ breath caught as he watched Clara grab Anne’s arms, pinning them behind her back, leaving her chest completely exposed. Mia took full advantage, delivering a devastating chop to Anne’s chest, the impact echoing through the basement.
“Still think you can take both of us?” Mia taunted, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
Anne’s eyes narrowed. Even as her body ached, her mind remained sharp. With a sudden burst of energy, she pulled Clara forward, sending her crashing into Mia. The two women tumbled to the ground in a heap, and Anne staggered out of the corner, her body battered but not broken.
Matthias couldn’t take his eyes off her, his cock pulsing as the fight continued. The match was far from over.
The match’s intensity skyrocketed as the three women regrouped, their bodies glistening with sweat, breathing heavily but far from finished. Matthias, phone in hand, kept filming every second, his heart racing with every hit, every grunt, every cruel blow delivered in the ring. His cock throbbed in his pants, barely contained by the fabric, but there was no way he’d miss any of this action.
Anne was the first to make a move, shaking off the pain from the previous barrage of punches. Her eyes locked on Mia, who was slower to get up, clutching her chest. Wasting no time, Anne charged at her, hooking Mia’s arm over her shoulder and lifting her off her feet in a powerful throw. Mia’s body hit the mat hard, her breasts bouncing violently from the impact as she let out a gasp of pain.
Clara, still catching her breath, rushed in from behind, but Anne was ready. She turned on a dime, grabbing Clara by the waist and hoisting her up with a grunt of effort. With one swift motion, Anne sent her crashing into the ropes. Clara’s body twisted as her arms got tangled in the top and middle ropes, leaving her chest and stomach completely exposed.
“Got you now,” Anne snarled, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she moved in on Clara.
Clara struggled, her F-cup chest bouncing with every pull as she tried to free herself, but Anne had no mercy. She grabbed hold of Clara’s thong, yanking it up cruelly, the fabric digging into her ass cheeks as Clara winced. Then, with a wicked grin, Anne threw a hard slap across Clara’s tits, making them wobble and jiggle from the impact.
Meanwhile, Mia, having recovered from her throw, crept up behind Anne, her face set in determination. She threw herself at Anne’s legs, taking her down to the mat in a hard tackle. Anne’s body crashed down, her breasts slapping the mat with a loud thud as Mia mounted her from behind.
The two rolled around, their bodies tangled in a sweaty mess as they fought for control. Mia managed to get on top, straddling Anne’s thick hips, and delivered a brutal low blow with her knee, slamming it into Anne’s crotch. Anne howled in pain, her back arching as she tried to push Mia off. But Mia wasn’t done yet. She grabbed a handful of Anne’s hair, yanking her head back, exposing her chest to Clara, who had finally freed herself from the ropes.
Clara wasted no time, stomping over and delivering a vicious kick to Anne’s exposed belly, the force of the blow sending shockwaves through her thick body. Anne gasped for air, her chest heaving as Clara grabbed her arms and pulled her into the corner, using the ropes to trap her in place.
“Now it’s our turn,” Clara growled, a wicked smile on her face as she wrapped Anne’s arms over the top ropes, leaving her completely vulnerable.
Mia joined Clara in the corner, the two of them working together to punish Anne. Clara focused on Anne’s belly and tits, delivering hard punches and cruel slaps that made Anne’s breasts jiggle and her body lurch with every hit. Meanwhile, Mia targeted Anne’s crotch, delivering quick, brutal low blows with her knees and fists. Each blow made Anne moan in pain, her body writhing under the relentless assault.
But this wasn’t just about working over Anne. The 2-on-1 dynamic shifted as the two women turned their attention on each other. As Mia delivered another knee to Anne’s crotch, Clara grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back with a snarl.
“Don’t think I’m letting you have all the fun,” Clara spat, her hand reaching up to slap Mia across the face.
Mia stumbled back, her hand going to her cheek, her eyes flashing with anger. “You wanna go?” she shot back, stepping away from Anne and squaring up to Clara.
Matthias, still filming, could barely keep up with the action. His heart pounded in his chest as he zoomed in on the two women now going at each other. Clara threw the first punch, a hard right hook that connected with Mia’s jaw, sending her stumbling back into the ropes. Mia retaliated with a kick to Clara’s midsection, doubling her over.
Anne, still trapped in the corner, watched with a mix of relief and exhaustion as the two women went at it, their bodies slamming into each other with real, brutal hits. Mia wrapped her arms around Clara’s waist, lifting her up in a bearhug and driving her into the turnbuckles. Clara’s body jolted from the impact, her large breasts smashing against the corner post, but she fought back, clawing at Mia’s back, leaving deep red marks.
Matthias couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This wasn’t some staged catfight—it was raw, real, and exactly what he had envisioned for his company. His cock throbbed painfully as he kept the camera rolling, capturing every hit, every grunt, every bounce of flesh as the women tore into each other.
Clara, fed up with the back and forth, decided to finish Mia off. She grabbed Mia by the hair and dragged her to the center of the ring. With a grunt of effort, she lifted Mia off her feet and slammed her down with a spinebuster, Mia’s breasts bouncing wildly as her body hit the mat.
Clara stood over Mia, panting heavily, sweat dripping down her chest. But before she could celebrate her victory, Anne, who had finally freed herself from the ropes, came barreling in. She grabbed Clara by the waist and lifted her up, throwing her back into the corner.
Anne, now fueled by adrenaline and anger, began working over Clara in the corner. She delivered a series of brutal punches to Clara’s belly and chest, each blow making Clara gasp for air as her large breasts jiggled uncontrollably. Anne wasn’t holding back anymore—this was real, and she was determined to show them both that she was still the queen of the ring.
As the match reached its climax, Matthias could barely contain himself. The sight of Anne, topless, her thick body glistening with sweat as she pummeled her opponents, was too much. His cock pulsed, straining painfully against his pants as he captured every brutal moment, knowing this footage would be worth every penny.
The match wasn’t over yet, but one thing was clear: Anne wasn’t going down without leaving her mark on both of them.
Mia wasn’t done yet. Her G-cup breasts heaved with every breath as she pushed herself up from the mat, her body aching from the brutal exchange with Clara. But her eyes were locked on Anne, who had just finished punishing Clara in the corner. The glint in Mia’s eyes was unmistakable—she was ready to take charge, and she wasn’t going to stop until both women were beneath her.
With a sudden burst of energy, Mia charged at Anne from behind. In a flash, she wrapped her arms around Anne’s thick waist, lifting her off the ground with a surprising amount of power. Anne’s eyes widened in shock as Mia spun her around and slammed her down with a thunderous back suplex. The impact shook the ring, and Anne’s massive 44D breasts bounced wildly as she hit the mat hard, letting out a grunt of pain.
Matthias zoomed in, his camera focused on every jiggle and shake as Mia mounted Anne’s thick, sweat-drenched body. Mia’s full, glistening G-cups hovered over Anne’s face as she pinned her arms down, her thighs straddling Anne’s wide hips. Anne struggled, but Mia pressed her body down, keeping her firmly in place.
Mia leaned in close, her face inches from Anne’s, a smirk forming on her lips. “You’ve had your fun, Anne,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But it’s time for the real queen to take over.”
Before Anne could respond, Mia raised her knee and drove it straight into Anne’s crotch, sending a shockwave of pain through her body. Anne’s eyes shot open, her mouth wide in a silent scream as her body jerked beneath Mia’s weight. But Mia didn’t stop. She followed up with a series of hard slaps to Anne’s breasts, each one landing with a loud, echoing crack that sent Anne’s tits bouncing wildly.
The crowd watching from the sides—small but eager—erupted in cheers as Mia took full control of the match. Matthias was transfixed, his cock now fully pulsing as Mia continued to brutalize Anne.
With a final, devastating punch to Anne’s soft belly, Mia stood up, her hands on her hips, chest heaving with each breath. Anne lay beneath her, gasping for air, her body barely able to move after the cruel onslaught. But Mia wasn’t done.
“Let’s finish this,” Mia muttered under her breath as she grabbed Anne by the hair, dragging her limp body toward the corner. She shoved Anne into the ropes, her arms draped over the top, her large breasts sagging forward. Mia’s grin grew wider as she pulled Anne’s thong up, wedging it cruelly between her thick ass cheeks, making Anne wince.
Mia leaned Anne’s head back, delivering one more hard knee to Anne’s exposed crotch, and watched as Anne’s body jolted forward, collapsing to the mat, unable to continue.
"That’s one down," Mia said with a smirk as she stepped over Anne’s prone body, her G-cups bouncing with every step.
Clara, still recovering in the corner, looked up just in time to see Mia coming toward her. She tried to push herself up, but her legs were shaky, and her chest was still heaving from Anne’s brutal beatdown. Mia’s smile didn’t fade as she stalked toward her second target, her confidence growing with every step.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you,” Mia taunted, grabbing Clara by the hair and pulling her to her feet. Clara’s large F-cup breasts swayed as she tried to stand, but Mia wasn’t going to give her a chance. She slammed Clara back into the turnbuckles, trapping her in the corner.
Matthias could barely contain himself as Mia began working over Clara, her fists flying. Mia delivered a series of brutal punches to Clara’s belly, each one sinking deep into the soft flesh, making Clara gasp for air. Her breasts bounced with every hit, but Mia wasn’t satisfied yet.
She grabbed Clara’s wrists, pinning them over her head, and leaned in close, her G-cups pressing against Clara’s chest. “This is my ring now,” Mia whispered before slamming her knee into Clara’s crotch, making her let out a guttural cry of pain.
Clara’s body slumped forward, but Mia held her up, keeping her pinned in the corner as she delivered another series of hard blows to Clara’s tits, each one harder than the last. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, and Matthias could barely keep his camera steady as he filmed every devastating hit.
Mia stepped back, admiring her work. Clara’s chest was red and swollen from the brutal attack, her body barely able to stay upright in the corner. But Mia wasn’t done yet. She grabbed Clara by the waist and lifted her up, slamming her down onto the mat with a vicious powerbomb. Clara’s breasts bounced wildly from the impact as her body crashed to the canvas, her arms and legs splayed out, completely defeated.
Matthias zoomed in on Mia as she stood over her fallen opponents, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Both Anne and Clara lay motionless on the mat, their bodies bruised and battered, while Mia stood victorious, her G-cups bouncing proudly with every breath she took.
The crowd erupted in cheers, but Matthias’ eyes were only on Mia. His heart raced as he stopped recording, unable to deny the intense excitement coursing through him. Mia had not only proven herself as the dominant fighter but had turned this match into something far more than just a fight—it was pure, unfiltered brutality, and Matthias knew this footage was going to be worth more than they’d ever imagined.
The final bell might have rung, but the energy in the room lingered, a mix of exhaustion and adrenaline hanging in the air. Mia stood victorious in the center of the ring, her chest heaving as she wiped sweat from her brow, glancing over at her defeated opponents. Anne and Clara, still sprawled out on the mat, were slowly trying to regain their senses. Their bodies glistened with sweat, bruised and battered, but the fight was over. All that was left now was recovery.
Matthias, still gripping the camera, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the three women, especially Mia, her G-cups proudly bouncing with each breath. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, almost too hard to handle. He swallowed, his throat dry, but he knew he needed to help them get back on their feet, despite the burning tension in his loins.
He climbed into the ring, his movements slower than usual as the strain in his pants made walking difficult. His broad chest rose and fell as he reached out a hand to Anne first, who lay closest to him. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low, still filled with the excitement from the brutal match.
Anne, still gasping for breath, nodded weakly, a tired smile forming on her lips. “Yeah…just…give me a hand,” she panted, reaching up to take his hand.
Matthias pulled her to her feet, their bodies close as she stumbled into him, her thick frame pressing against his. Anne’s skin was slick with sweat, her heavy breasts brushing against his chest as she caught her balance. She chuckled softly, leaning into him for support. “That was one hell of a match…”
He nodded, his arm wrapped around her waist to steady her. His body ached with desire, the proximity of her curves and the faint scent of sweat only fueling his need further. But he kept himself steady, for now.
Mia came over next, wiping her brow with the back of her hand, and gave a small grin. “Let’s get Clara up, too.” Together, they reached down to help Clara, who was still struggling to sit up. She groaned softly as their hands found hers, pulling her to her feet.
The three women stood together, battered but smiling through the exhaustion. Their chests heaved with the effort of the match, breasts brushing against each other as they embraced in a sweaty, triumphant hug. Their bodies pressed together, a mix of warmth and muscle, with Mia’s dominant energy still radiating, though now softened by the camaraderie after the match.
Matthias watched, his breath catching in his throat as the sight of their beaten bodies intertwined set a fire in his gut. He stepped closer, his heart racing, but it wasn’t just the excitement from filming that kept his blood hot—it was the tension that had built up, that throbbing desire that had only grown stronger.
As Mia pulled back from the embrace, she noticed Matthias standing there, his chest rising and falling heavily, the clear bulge in his pants impossible to miss. Her eyes flicked down, and then up again, a knowing smirk spreading across her lips.
“Well,” she said, glancing at Anne and Clara, who were now eyeing Matthias in a similar way. “It seems like someone else needs to…relax a little after all that filming.”
Matthias’ throat went dry, his mouth opening to say something, but the words failed him as Mia stepped closer, her fingers brushing lightly over his chest. “After all, you helped us up…maybe it’s time we return the favor?” she suggested, her voice sultry, playful, as she let her hand drift lower, teasingly close to the strained fabric of his pants.
Anne chuckled softly, stepping up beside Mia, her hand resting on Matthias’ arm. “We couldn’t have done it without you, after all…” she added, her voice full of that familiar kinky undertone.
Clara, still catching her breath, gave a tired but mischievous smile, her eyes twinkling with the same thought. “Seems only fair.”
Matthias’ pulse quickened, his body reacting to their words, their touches. His cock strained harder, pulsing against his pants, and before he could stop himself, a low groan escaped his throat. He hadn’t expected this…hadn’t even dared to hope for it, but now that it was happening, he couldn’t deny how badly he needed it.
Mia’s fingers slid over the waistband of his pants, tugging gently. “Come on, Matthias,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Let us take care of you…”
Anne and Clara nodded, their bodies pressing closer to him, their hands finding his shoulders, his chest, and lower, teasing at the tension in his pants. Matthias’ breath hitched, his body trembling with need as he finally gave in, letting out a low, shaky breath.
“Alright,” he muttered, his voice rough with anticipation. “If you insist…”
And with that, the three women moved together, surrounding Matthias, their sweaty bodies still warm from the fight, ready to help him unwind in the most satisfying way possible.
Matthias’ cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of his pants as the three women closed in, their hands exploring his muscular frame. He couldn’t believe the shift in the atmosphere—minutes ago, they were locked in brutal combat, but now the energy between them had changed to something far more intimate, something intense and primal.
Anne, Mia, and Clara, their bodies still glistening with sweat, grinned at him, knowing exactly how worked up he was after filming every brutal second of the match. They had suffered countless low blows during the fight, and though their bodies were aching and sore, they weren’t done yet—not with him.
Mia, ever the leader, was the first to kneel, her G-cups hanging heavily as she unbuckled his pants, her fingers deftly sliding the zipper down. Anne and Clara watched eagerly, their bodies still pressed close to his, teasing him with soft touches as Mia freed his thick, aching cock from the confines of his pants.
Matthias let out a deep groan as his member sprang free, rock hard and pulsing with need. He could feel his breath hitch as Mia wrapped her fingers around the base, her grip firm yet teasing. She glanced up at him, her eyes filled with that same confidence she had shown during the match.
“We can’t exactly do much after all those hits to the crotch,” Mia murmured with a sly grin, her hand slowly stroking his shaft. “But I think we can still help you relax…”
Anne, still standing beside Matthias, leaned in and kissed his neck softly, her large breasts pressing against his side as Clara knelt beside Mia, eager to help. Clara, still recovering from the match, was slower, but she wasted no time leaning in to lick the head of his cock, her soft tongue teasing the sensitive skin.
Matthias’ knees nearly buckled as both women worked in unison, Mia’s hand stroking him steadily while Clara’s lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling expertly. The sensation was overwhelming, and Matthias couldn’t stop the low groan that escaped his lips.
Anne’s hand slid down his chest, her fingers playing with his nipples as she whispered into his ear, “Relax, baby…just let us take care of you.”
Mia, not wanting to be left behind, leaned in and took him deeper into her mouth, her G-cups brushing against his thighs as she worked her tongue over his shaft. Clara matched her rhythm, and together, the two of them began to work Matthias over with their mouths, sucking and licking with expert precision.
Matthias’ breath grew ragged, his hips thrusting gently forward as he gave in to the overwhelming pleasure. He could barely think straight, his mind lost in the sensations as Mia and Clara expertly brought him to the brink.
Anne, still teasing his nipples, watched with a satisfied grin. “I think he’s close,” she murmured, her voice full of mischief.
Mia pulled her mouth away just long enough to smirk up at him. “Good…let’s make sure he really enjoys it.” And with that, she took him deeper, her lips wrapping tightly around his cock as Clara sucked on his balls, their combined efforts driving Matthias wild.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. With a deep, throaty groan, his body tensed, and his cock pulsed in their mouths. Mia and Clara didn’t stop, their movements even more intense as they pushed him over the edge. His orgasm hit hard, his entire body trembling as he released into their eager mouths.
Mia and Clara both swallowed greedily, their tongues still teasing him as his orgasm slowly subsided. Matthias let out a shaky breath, his body relaxing as the tension finally drained from him. Anne grinned, her hand still resting on his chest as she watched the scene unfold.
“That was exactly what you needed, wasn’t it?” she whispered into his ear, her breath warm against his skin.
Matthias nodded, barely able to form words as Mia and Clara finally pulled back, licking their lips with satisfaction.
“Looks like we helped you relax after all,” Mia said with a smirk, wiping the corner of her mouth before standing up, her G-cups still bouncing slightly as she did.
Matthias, still catching his breath, chuckled softly. “Yeah…you definitely did.”
The three women grinned at each other, their bodies still sore from the match but clearly satisfied with their work.
