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>Your Machoke wins his hundreth match
>You cheer him out as he walks off the ring
>He grins at you with that charming smile as he makes his way towards the locker room
>You know what that means
>You sheepishly follow him while the public shouts his name.
>As you step in, you are immediately pinned against a wall
>Trapped between his sweaty, glistening pecs and the cold wall tiles.
>He stares you down, grinning while you shrink down in his grasp
>You feel his bulge throbbing against your belly
