Groping. Squeezing. His fingers sinking into the enormous cheeks, pulling her skirt up, exposing her bare flesh to the crowd.
Everyone saw.
The woman flushing. Sticking to his chest. Her dark eyes wide, her face crimson, her enormous tits pressing against his torso.
He chuckled.
"No one can say you haven't been fucked like a whore by many men."
"Please don't say that."
Her whisper was barely audible. The shame of the words, spoken in public, in front of the crowd, landing on her like a slap.
He kissed her cheek.
"If I win the match, I want a good fuck."
She trembled.
"I will do whatever you want."
He chuckled.
The arena doors opened.
An announcement happened.
A voice, amplified by some means, echoing through the coliseum.
"THE FOREIGNERS ARRIVING IN OUR LAND TO PROVE THEMSELVES. THEY ARE GOING TO FIGHT THE MONSTERS."
Everyone seemed sour.
