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Stephanie funs into a young WWE fan back stage feeling horny she drags him into a room she finds out heâs not so little
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Stephanie funs into a young WWE fan back stage feeling horny she drags him into a room she finds out heâs not so little she pulls his pants and boxers down & she him a blowjob when he cums
she pulls her panties to the side showâs him how to eat her pussy she then takes Oliver back to her hotel room for fun
Stripping of each others clothes and underwear Stephanie leaving her stockings on
Blowjob, pussy eating,
12 year-old boy with 10″ dick , lots of sex
oral sex 69ing, crow girl sex , Multiple Sex Positions i, Doggy Styl, Breast Fucking, anal sex , wearing black stockings and garter belt when having sex , celebrity sex, happy ending to story
In the bustling backstage of the WWE arena, a woman of authority and poise, Stephanie, maneuvered through the labyrinth of curtains and corridors with the grace of a panther. Her high heels clicked against the concrete floor, echoing the tension in the air as the final preparations for the evening’s main event unfolded around her. She was the epitome of professionalism, her sharp business suit a stark contrast to the neon spandex and bulging muscles that ruled the domain beyond the velvet ropes.
But tonight, something was different. A peculiar restlessness had settled within her, a hunger that no amount of power could satisfy. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for something â no, someone â to quench her desires. And then she saw him, a young fan, no more than a boy, his eyes wide with excitement, clutching a worn-out WWE t-shirt to his chest. His innocence was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the world she’d grown accustomed to. Without a second thought, she approached him, her smile as seductive as a serpent’s hiss.
“Young man,” she purred, her voice a siren’s call, “Would you like to see something… special?”
Oliver looked up at her, his heart racing faster than the countdown to a Royal Rumble. The woman standing before him was none other than Stephanie, the queen of the WWE itself. He nodded, his voice lost in the sea of his own astonishment. With a flick of her wrist, she led him into a dimly lit, unoccupied locker room, the scent of sweat and adrenaline lingering in the air. The door clicked shut, and suddenly, the world outside was nothing but a distant murmur.
Stephanie’s eyes traveled down to Oliver’s crotch, noticing something rather… substantial. He was no longer the little boy she had assumed. “Well, well,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It seems you’ve been hiding quite the surprise under there.”
Oliver blushed furiously, trying to pull his pants back up, but Stephanie’s grip was firm. “No need for that,” she assured him, her voice a silky caress. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” With a swift movement, she had his pants and boxers around his ankles, revealing his impressive 10-inch erection. She took a moment to appreciate the sight, her own arousal spiking at the sheer size of him. “Impressive,” she mused, her voice thick with desire. “But can you handle a woman like me?”
The room was a cocoon of anticipation as she dropped to her knees, her skirt hiking up to reveal her stocking-clad legs. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him gently before leaning in to take him into her mouth. Oliver gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head as she began to give him the blowjob of his life. Her mouth was hot, her tongue skilled, and she took him deeper than he’d ever been before. He could feel the pressure building, his legs trembling with the effort to remain standing.
Stephanie’s eyes never left his, her gaze a potent mix of power and passion. She enjoyed the way he looked at her, like she was both his dream and his nightmare come to life. When she felt him getting close, she pulled away, smacking her lips and standing up. “Now, it’s your turn to show me what you can do,” she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
Oliver, still in a state of shock and awe, did as he was told. He had always been a quick learner, and he had watched enough WWE matches to know that sometimes, you had to get down and dirty to come out on top. He dropped to his knees, his hands shaking as he reached for her panties. With trembling fingers, he pulled them aside to reveal her glistening sex. The sight of her, so powerful and yet so vulnerable, sent a bolt of excitement through him. He leaned in, tentatively at first, his nose brushing against her soft, wet folds.
Stephanie’s breath hitched as she felt his tongue touch her. It was clumsy at first, but she was patient. She placed her hand on the back of his head, guiding him, showing him the rhythm she liked. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to take it. “That’s it,” she whispered, her voice strained. “Just like that.”
His tongue grew bolder, swirling around her clit, dipping into her warmth. She moaned softly, her knees threatening to buckle. The sensation was heavenly, a symphony of pleasure that she hadn’t felt in far too long. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the electricity building in her core. “Harder,” she breathed, her grip on his hair tightening.
Oliver took her words to heart, his tongue moving faster, pressing harder. He could taste her desire, and it only spurred him on. The sound of her moans filled the small room, the only music to the dance of their hedonistic escape. Stephanie’s legs began to tremble, and she knew she was close. With a final, guttural groan, she pulled him away from her, her body spasming with the force of her climax.
They stood, panting, their eyes locked. The power dynamics had shifted, and now it was Oliver who held the upper hand. He looked down at her with a mix of lust and pride, and she knew she had created a monster. But in that moment, she didn’t care. All she could think about was having him inside her, feeling that monstrous cock stretch her to her limits.
“Take me to your hotel room,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. “I want more.”
Oliver nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her. As they left the locker room, he felt a sense of excitement and danger. He was about to experience something most fans could only dream of â a night of unbridled passion with a WWE legend.
The hotel room was a luxurious suite, the kind that screamed ‘money’ and ‘power’. But all that mattered to them was the king-sized bed in the center of the room. They stumbled towards it, their clothes coming off in a frenzy. Stephanie’s stockings remained, a tantalizing reminder of the naughty schoolgirl fantasy she had always harbored.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and passion. He was surprisingly strong for his age, and he pinned her down with ease, his cock standing tall between them. “Ready?” he asked, his voice a gruff challenge.
Stephanie met his gaze, her eyes burning with desire. “Always,” she said, her voice a seductive purr.
And with that, Oliver claimed her, plunging into her in one swift motion. She screamed out his name, her body arching off the bed. The pleasure was intense, a mix of pain and euphoria that she hadn’t felt in years. She had never been with someone so young, so… untainted by the politics of the WWE world. It was intoxicating.
Their bodies moved together, a dance as old as time itself. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of moans and gasps, of passion unleashed. And as they reached their peak, as their bodies shuddered in unison, Stephanie knew that this night would be one she would never forget.
It was a scandal waiting to happen, a secret that could ruin reputations and careers. But in that moment, she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of Oliver’s cock inside her, the taste of his cum still lingering on her lips, and the promise of more to come. This was her night, her surrender, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.
Oliver looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust, his chest heaving with exertion. He was a young boy, barely a man, yet he was giving her what she craved more than anything â a raw, unfiltered passion that transcended the scripted world she lived in. He leaned in, kissing her deeply, and she could feel his desire for her, his hunger to possess her completely.
They rolled over, and now she was on top, her stockings the only barrier between them. She straddled him, her pussy soaking wet and begging for more. He watched in amazement as she took him in, her walls tightening around him, milking him with every movement. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of power and vulnerability that sent him hurtling over the edge.
They switched again, exploring each other’s bodies with a hunger that was insatiable. They tried new positions, pushing each other to the brink of pleasure. She straddled his face, her pussy in his mouth, her breasts bouncing as she rode his cock. The sight was erotic, a visual feast that had him on the edge, his tongue flicking her clit as she moaned and writhed above him.
Their bodies were a tapestry of sweat and desire, their limbs intertwined as they reached for the stars. The bed rocked under their weight, the headboard slamming against the wall in a rhythm that matched their pounding hearts. The room was a cocoon of lust, a place where the outside world didn’t exist, where all that mattered was the here and now.
And when they were finally spent, their bodies a tangled mess of limbs and discarded clothing, Stephanie collapsed on top of him, her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating, feel his breath against her skin. It was a moment of peace, a brief reprieve from the storm that was sure to come.
But for now, she reveled in the quiet, in the aftermath of their passion. She knew that come morning, she would have to face the music, deal with the consequences of her actions. But for tonight, she was just Stephanie, a woman who had finally given in to her darkest desires. And as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets this boy had in store for her.
The next round began with a twist, as Oliver straddled her chest, his cock standing tall and proud. He was a quick learner, eager to explore every facet of her body. She watched him with hooded eyes, her chest heaving from the exertion of their previous encounters. He took her hands and placed them on her breasts, guiding her to push them together. “Like this,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.
Stephanie felt a thrill run through her as she followed his lead, creating a warm, soft tunnel for his cock. The feeling of his length pressing against her flesh was a new sensation, one that she found surprisingly arousing. She squeezed her breasts around him, her thumbs brushing his sensitive skin with each stroke. He moaned, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as she began to move, her breasts gliding up and down his shaft.
He leaned back, his eyes closed in ecstasy, as she worked her magic. Her movements grew bolder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt him swell between her breasts. The sight of him, lost in pleasure, was more than she could handle. She reached down, her hand finding her own wetness, and began to pleasure herself in time with his thrusts.
Their eyes met, and she could see the hunger in his gaze, the need for more. Without warning, he grabbed her hips, flipping her over so that she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. He slammed into her from behind, his cock filling her completely. The force of it took her breath away, and she cried out, her nails digging into the plush comforter.
Oliver’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of passion. She could feel every inch of him, the veins on his cock pulsing as he drove into her, deeper and harder than before. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of her own power, of the control she had ceded to this boy.
He reached around, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that had her panting and whimpering. She could feel the orgasm building again, a storm gathering within her. And when he finally pushed her over the edge, she screamed, her body convulsing with the force of her release.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. For a moment, they lay there, panting, their hearts racing. But the night was far from over. Oliver pulled her onto her back, his cock still rock hard. He slid down her body, his mouth finding her pussy again. She watched him, her breath hitching as he began to lick and suck, his tongue delving deep.
Her legs fell open wider, giving him full access. The sensation of his mouth on her, combined with the visual of his young, eager face, had her pulsating with need once more. She reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair as he worked her over, her hips bucking against his face. “Yes,” she moaned, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Just like that.”
As she came again, her body shaking with the force of it, she knew that she had made the right choice. This boy had given her what she needed â a reminder of what it felt like to be truly alive, to be desired for who she was, not what she could do in the ring.
The night grew darker, their passion unabated as they explored each other’s bodies with a ravenous hunger. Stephanie felt a thrill that she hadn’t experienced in years, the kind of excitement that comes from the forbidden, the taboo. Oliver’s enthusiasm was infectious, his inexperience only adding to the thrill. They tried new things, pushing each other’s boundaries, each touch and kiss a declaration of their mutual surrender.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” she murmured into his ear, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise, but the lust in her gaze told him she was serious. He nodded eagerly, his cock pulsing with anticipation.
She got onto her hands and knees, her heart racing as she presented herself to him. Oliver’s eyes grew wide at the sight of her perfect ass, the cheeks tight and round above the black stockings and garter belt. He took a moment to admire her, then leaned in to kiss her gently, his hands caressing her backside. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and she felt the wetness of her own arousal coat her inner thighs.
He was surprisingly gentle as he lubricated her, his fingers sliding in and out with a tender precision that belied his age. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, as he prepared her for the ultimate act of surrender. When he was ready, he positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her tight entrance. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the pain she knew was to come.
With one smooth stroke, he pushed inside, and she let out a low moan. It was tight, a delicious kind of pain that had her toes curling and her nails digging into the bed. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, before starting to move again. Slowly, oh so slowly, he built up a rhythm that had her rocking back into him, eager for more. The feeling of fullness was exquisite, a reminder of just how much power she had given him.
Their movements grew more frantic, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was almost violent. She could feel her orgasm building again, a pressure that threatened to consume her whole. “Harder,” she begged, her voice strained. “I need it harder.”
Oliver complied, his strokes growing stronger, his grip on her hips tightening. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through her body. The pain was still there, but now it was mixed with something else, something darker, something that had her panting and whimpering.
Finally, with one last, powerful thrust, he reached his peak, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum. She could feel him pulse inside her, his orgasm echoing through her body. They remained there for a moment, their breathing ragged and uneven, their bodies connected in the most intimate of ways.
As they pulled apart, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of victory. She had taken this boy, claimed him, and made him her own. It was a feeling she hadn’t had in a long time, a feeling of pure, unadulterated power.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, the silence of the hotel room a stark contrast to the maelstrom of passion that had just played out. Oliver looked at her with a mix of awe and lust, his chest heaving with the exertion of his climax. Stephanie could feel the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her, her body still quivering from the intensity of their encounter.
“You’re incredible,” she murmured, her voice a soft caress against his ear. He blushed, his young body flushed with the newfound power of being the one to bring a woman like her to such heights of pleasure. “I want to do that again,” he said, his voice a low, eager rumble.
Stephanie chuckled, the sound a sweet symphony in his ears. “Greedy,” she said, but the smile on her lips told him she didn’t mind. They rolled over, and she was straddling him again, her breasts swaying as she moved, the stockings and garter belt adding an extra layer of temptation. He watched as she positioned herself, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, and she began to ride him with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
Her movements were slow and deliberate at first, her eyes locked onto his as if daring him to look away. But as the pleasure built, her pace increased, her hips swiveling in a way that had him gripping the bedsheets and groaning. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest, her nails digging into his flesh as she took him deeper, her breasts brushing against his face. He could feel the warmth of her pussy enveloping him, her muscles tightening and releasing with each movement.
Oliver’s eyes rolled back in his head as she picked up speed, her moans turning to cries of ecstasy. The sight of her, powerful and in charge, was intoxicating. He reached up to cup her breasts, his thumbs playing with her erect nipples. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of gold. “Oh God,” she murmured, her voice a desperate plea for more.
He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm approaching like a freight train. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer either. The feeling of her pussy squeezing his cock, her muscles rippling with each wave of pleasure, was too much to bear. He thrust up into her, his hips moving in time with her own, the two of them a single entity of desire.
Their bodies were a blur of motion, a testament to their unbridled lust. Stephanie leaned back, her hands on his chest for balance, her breasts bouncing with every movement. The sight of her, so powerful and yet so vulnerable in that moment, had him on the edge. He reached up, his thumbs brushing against her clit, adding a final touch to send her over.
Her eyes snapped open, and she stared into his, the intensity of their connection almost too much to bear. With one final, guttural cry, she came, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her, the feeling of their mutual release a powerful bond that could never be broken.
They lay there, their hearts beating in sync, their breath mingling in the quiet of the room. The only sound was the occasional whisper of the air conditioner and their ragged breaths. Stephanie felt a strange mix of emotions â guilt for her actions, fear of discovery, but mostly, a profound sense of satisfaction. Oliver had given her what she needed, a taste of something real and raw in a world that was all too often a stage play.
Oliver looked up at her, his eyes glazed with pleasure. “That was…amazing,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.
Stephanie nodded, her own chest heaving. “It was,” she agreed. “But we can’t stay here forever.”
They both knew the risks of their scandalous rendezvous, but for now, the thrill of the moment was all that mattered. They dressed quickly, the fabric of their clothes sticking to their damp bodies. The room was a mess, a testament to their wild night of passion. As they made their way back to the WWE arena, the adrenaline began to wear off, and reality started to set in.
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