>>19531861The arena's thunderous noise masked his actions as he positioned himself between her limp legs, one hand sliding up her thigh to shove aside the thin fabric of her shorts, exposing her. Sasha didn't stir, her knockout complete, body unresponsive as Anon freed himself, his hard cock throbbing in the open air. "Look at you, Sasha—knocked out and ready for a real pin," he whispered mockingly, thrusting into her with a guttural groan, burying deep in her tight, unmoving warmth. The violation was reckless, public yet hidden in the shadows of the barricade, the crowd's chants a ironic soundtrack to his pounding hips.
He smashed into her relentlessly, hands groping her breasts through the top, squeezing roughly as the material stretched, her body rocking passively with each savage stroke. "All that attitude in the ring—now just a hole for me," he taunted under his breath, one hand yanking her blue hair to arch her neck, the other pinning her wrist as if she could fight back. Sweat beaded on his brow from the exertion, the risk heightening his thrill—any second, a ref or fan could spot them, but the match's distractions bought him time. Minutes blurred as he intensified, thrusting balls deep, the slap of skin lost in the arena's din, until he erupted inside her, flooding her womb with hot spurts. "There—my money in the bank," he chuckled darkly, pulling out quickly, zipping up, and slipping back into the crowd as medics finally rushed to her side, none the wiser to the defilement. Sasha remained unconscious, her body bearing the secret stain amid the PPV's glory.
