Le match touchait à sa fin, et Julia avait déjà mis son adversaire en position. Sur le dos, les jambes en l'air, slip tendu — il ne pouvait plus fuir. Le public retenait son souffle. Tout le monde savait ce qui allait suivre. Julia leva les yeux, serra les poings, et fit un pas de plus vers lui.
Elle tira lentement le tissu vers le bas, laissant apparaître un sexe tendu par l’humiliation. D’un geste net, elle saisit les testicules à deux mains, les maintenant bien en place. Et frappa. Un coup. Deux. Trois. Le bruit sec de ses poings s’écrasait dans le rythme des cris. Le corps de l’homme oscillait, secoué, exposé, incapable de riposter.
Il éjacula soudain, dans un sursaut incontrôlé. Le sperme jaillit sur son torse, tandis qu’il retombait lourdement, les bras en croix. Julia relâcha sa prise, se redressa lentement. La cloche sonna. Nouvelle victoire. Sans appel.
The match was nearing its end, and Julia had her opponent exactly where she wanted him. Flat on his back, legs up, underwear stretched tight — he wasn’t going anywhere. The crowd held its breath. Everyone knew what came next. Julia glanced up, clenched her fists, and stepped forward.
She slowly pulled the fabric down, revealing a cock already hard from humiliation. With a sharp movement, she grabbed the testicles in both hands, held them steady — and punched. Once. Twice. A third time. Her fists landed with a sharp smack, echoing through the roars. The man trembled, shaken, completely exposed, unable to resist.
He came suddenly, body jolting. Cum sprayed across his chest as he collapsed, arms wide. Julia let go, stood tall. The bell rang. Another victory. No contest.