Le public criait son nom. Julia grimpa dans le ring, lunettes rouges en place, veste entrouverte sur son t-shirt “REFORESTATION”. En face, un catcheur torse nu, slip beige moulant, sponsorisé par une multinationale.
Quand la cloche sonna, Julia esquiva sa charge, tourna autour et glissa deux doigts dans l’élastique du slip, le faisant glisser jusqu’aux cuisses.
Le sexe bondit à l’air libre. Julia l’attrapa aussitôt à pleine main, le maintenant fermement. De l’autre poing, elle frappa : abdomen, flanc, torse.
Chaque impact faisait trembler la verge sous tension. Le public hurlait.
L’homme tenta de se débattre, mais elle tenait la prise. Elle leva le bras pour un dernier coup.
Il gémit. Et éjacula. Le jet traversa l’air, atterrissant sur son torse.
Julia relâcha la prise.
**CLING.**
La cloche sonna. Elle était victorieuse.
The crowd roared her name. Julia climbed into the ring, red glasses in place, jacket open over her “REFORESTATION” shirt.
Across from her, a shirtless wrestler in a tight beige brief, backed by a major corporation.
When the bell rang, Julia dodged his lunge, spun behind him, and slid her fingers into the waistband, pulling it down to his thighs.
His cock bounced free. She grabbed it firmly, locking it in her grip.
With her free fist, she struck — stomach, ribs, chest.
The cock shook with each blow. The audience went wild.
He struggled, but she held tight. She raised her fist for one final punch.
He groaned — and came.
A spurt of cum arched through the air, splashing his torso.
Julia let go.
**CLING.**
The bell rang. She had won.