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Sex Wrestling to Fuck – Part 2. 13 minutes of skull grind and cock reveal. Control shifts. Dominance turns personal. He was 200 pounds of dense muscle. Bodybuilder thickness wrapped in a tight singlet already darkening with sweat. Traps bulging. Quads packed. That animal strength that does not twitch or waste movement. Just pressure. We locked up and the singlets immediately told the story. Nylon stretched tight across chests and crotches. Sweat trapped inside, heating fast. Breath got heavier with every clinch. This was two men feeling for leverage, scent, weakness. I took the first mount. Drove him flat. Pinned his hips. My thighs locked tight around his butt while my bulge pressed hard into the center of his ass crack. His glutes flexed and clenched under the fabric, thick and powerful, fighting to buck me off. I ground down powerful and heavy, letting the friction speak. The smell of hot skin and soaked singlet rose between us. Then he exploded. He twisted like a bull and reversed it. Suddenly, his weight slammed down on me. Chest to chest. Sweat slicks our skin through the fabric. His pecs mashed into my ribs, breath blasting hot against my neck. He slid forward. His massive ball sack dropped right onto my chin. Heavy. Low-hanging. Veins swollen and dark from exertion. His cock hung thick above it, trapped but obvious, swelling through the singlet pouch. The musk hit before contact. Sharp. Salty. Pure male heat. I bridged hard. My spine arched. Nothing moved. His weight settled deeper. His thighs squeezed. He exhaled slow, confident. This muscle fucker thought he had me. That was the mistake. I baited him. Let him lean. Then flipped hard. Smooth and violent. The mat thudded and suddenly I was on top again. Mounted deep. My knees wide. My weight centered. The look on his face shifted instantly. Eyes widened. Jaw tightened. He knew. I drove my bulge into his ass again, slower now. Grinding. Letting the singlet ride up, fabric dragging heat and moisture between us. Then I locked a nelson, wrenched his shoulders back until his chest stretched open, and his throat lifted. Perfect. I slid forward and planted my crotch right onto his fucking face. Full weight. Sweat pouring now. My balls heavy and slick, flattened against his cheeks. My cock pressed along his lips through soaked fabric. I held him there and felt his breath panic, short and sharp, nose buried in heat and musk. Not enough. I yanked his head up and shoved it back down into my crotch, harder this time. His mouth opened on instinct. He gagged on nothing but scent and my cock. Lips brushing skin. Breath breaking into wet, helpless sounds. We stood again. Just long enough to reset the hierarchy. I grabbed his singlet, ripped it down his torso, exposing wet muscle and flushed skin. Then I smashed him back to the mat. Hard. Flat. Time to make it official. I mounted him again and tore my cock free. Thick. Veiny. Head wet and swollen. Sweat and pre‑cum smeared along the shaft from all the grinding. It throbbed heavy in my hand. No teasing. I slapped it against his skull. Once. Twice. Wet, meaty sounds echoing off the mat. Then I shoved it into his mouth. Deep. Forcing his jaw open around it. He gagged. His throat worked. Saliva mixed with sweat and dripped down onto his chest. He twitched under me but stayed pinned. Because by then he understood. He knew who was going to fuck tonight. Stay tuned for Part 3. The fuck begins. Right on the mat. [⚠️ Consent Reminder: My opponent is a trained athlete and experienced wrestler. I am a skilled fighter. Everything was planned in advance. Rules, limits, outcomes. This match is 100 percent consensual, built on trust, training, and clear communication. Do not attempt this without serious experience and full, informed consent. ]