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After finishing off The Miz and celebrating his victory, Edge returns to the locker room area of the State Farm Arena, moving at a slightly quick pace. He catches a glimpse of his wife Beth Phoenix as she chases Miz’s wife Maryse through an open door which the French-Canadian slams in the Glamazon’s face. Slightly amused, Edge slows down to watch Beth pound her fists on the door for a few moments.
“So, were you chasing her this entire time?” Edge asks, getting his wife’s attention.
“That’s right I was, if she thinks I was just going to sit home and not back you up…” Beth replies, tossing her hair back, “And before you start about how you don’t need me to fight your battles, it would not exactly going to be a good look for you to smack her around in this day and age, regardless of how she interfered.”
“True… but you know me, I know how to send a message to keep women like her from interfering in my business,” Edge smirks.
Beth rolls her eyes before shaking her head, “Uh-huh, well if you’re asking to do that, then I will occupy myself with the Miz…” Beth smirks, “And no, I’m not asking for permission…” She says before sharing a quick kiss with her husband then proceeding to walk away. Edge snickers slightly as he watches her make her way towards the gorilla position before turning his attention to closed door, just as it opens slightly with Maryse peeking out.
“Good she’s gone… I can…” Maryse mutters as she opens the door further once seeing the Glamazon is no longer in sight, but as she steps out into backstage hallway, she comes face to face with Edge. She scowls as she takes a step back, but as she tries to close the door, he blocks it with his hand. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You know perfectly well what happens to those who interfere in matches…” Edge answers with a sly tone stepping forward and causing her to step backward into the room, which is a small office.
Maryse grimaces, “Now hold on, your jacked up wife also got involved and she…”
“Is on her way to see the Miz, your husband… and I doubt he’s going to be complaining about losing,” Edge grins.
“And you didn’t even try to stop her?! What kind of husband are you?!” Maryse shouts in disbelief.
“One who knows she never listens to me,” Edge answers, “Benefit is, I basically get to do what I want so…”
Maryse glares at him, clearly not thrilled with his response, “Whatever…” She rolls her eyes before shrugging off her black ring coat then undoing her stunning form fitting single piece attire, lowering the upper portion to expose her large round breasts. She get an annoyed look on her face when all Edge does is stare at her for a few moments, “Well? Come on then…” She snaps as steps forward, grabs the back of his head and pulls him into a firm kiss. He is quick to return the embrace, their lips parting with their tongues clashing withing seconds as he kicks the door closed. Maryse rakes her fingers through his sweat soaked hair, moaning into his mouth as he pushes her attire down past her hips, which allows her to lift her legs one at a time out of it, leaving her just wearing black heeled boots. Reaching behind her, he grabs and squeezes her ass, earning a squeal from the blond haired French-Canadian beauty as their dueling tongues continue to battle. The former Divas Champion pushes her ass against the former World Champion’s hands as he gropes her backside, pressing his fingers into her juicy rump until she breaks the kiss. “At least you were great once…” She sneers slightly, putting her hands on his chest in order to push away from him.
“Haven’t you heard the crowds, I still got it,” Edge replies with as mirk as Maryse proceeds to get down on her knees in front of him.
“Oh please, you’re just some dope who can’t see that the world moved on, at least my husband has the truly massive balls to change with the times,” Maryse rolls her eyes as she grabs his tights in order to yank them down from his waist, freeing his long, thick and fully harden manhood. “Such as you using some old music and special effects to try and seem ‘cool’…” She continues licking her lips as she looks at his dick while giving him time to step out of his tights. “It’s truly pathetic,” She adds as she grabs hold of Edge’s cock, her fingers perfectly curing around it prior to her giving it a few firm strokes.
“The crowd loved it, bet it was trending too,” Edge grins, getting an annoyed glare from Maryse as a response when she opens her mouth and promptly takes in his cock. With her tongue pressing against the underside of his bell-end, she wraps her lips around his member and begins bobbing her head, her initial pace being fairly quick. Keeping her hand moving along his length, she rocks her head back and forth, swatting her tongue against the bottom side while her lips drag against the flesh of his dick, her saliva coating it second by second. Placing her free hand on his thigh, she rakes her fingers against the side of his leg as she sucks and strokes his dick, timing her hand and head’s movements to be as in-sync as possible. Every so often she draws back enough to twirl her tongue around his cock head while he pushes some of her hair back, making sure her face is not at all obscured.
“Aw yeah, suck it… mm fuck…” Edge groans as the wife of that night’s opponent does exactly that, sucking and slurping on his dick while taking it further into her mouth. Gripping his shaft at the root, Maryse widens her mouth, swallows as much of his tool as possible, her throat bulging slightly when she pushes herself to deep throat him. Gagging a bit, she breathes her through her nose while holding three-fourth of his dick in her mouth with saliva pouring past her bottom lip to drip down her chin. Drawing her head back completely, she presses her lips together and sloppily rubs them over his dick as she shakes it from side to side, smearing some of her own saliva around her face.
“Be a gentleman, and eat me out first,” Maryse flips her hair back while standing up, strutting over the office’s single circular table wheres he pushes a couple of chairs aside. Turning to face him, she lifts herself up on the table, places her hands behind herself and spreads her legs, showing off her perfectly groomed pussy.
“You got some nerve asking me to that,” Edge replies with a smirk as he approaches her.
“I did not ask, I demand you put your mouth to proper use, we both know cutting a promo is not something you excel at,” Maryse snaps back even as he crouches in front of her. Placing a hand on one of her thighs, Edge uses fingers from the other to spread her folds apart, exposing her pink interior seconds before he leans forward and darts his tongue into her. “Ah… mm…” She moans, licking her teeth when he engulfs her lower lips with his mouth, feeling his tongue flicking against her inner walls as he moves it in and out of her, expertly devouring her pussy. The gorgeous blond French-Canadian moves her right leg on to his shoulder, partially wrapping it around the back of his head as feasts on her cunt. “Ah… oh… mm yes… oh fuck yes…” Maryse groans, brings her hands to her large breasts, palming them eagerly with her fingers teasing her erect nipples while Edge expertly probes her pussy, his tongue pushing as far as possible. Withdrawing his oral muscle, he replaces it with a pair of fingers, pumping them in and out of her wet love tunnel while turning his oral attention to her clit, capturing it between his lips and sucking firmly on it. “Oh… ah… mm… fuck… yes, eat me… eat my fucking pussy,” She gasps, rocking on top of the table as she digs the heel of her foot against his fact as she briskly moves his fingers in and out of her twat while suckling on her clit, her body trembling as her juices flow in a steady stream from her pussy, coating his digits and the top of his hand.
“And people I don’t have good oral skills,” Edge quips when lifting his head from her crotch and pulling out his fingers. Upon standing him, he lifts her off the table to set her on her feet and turns her around. Maryse glares back at him even as she leans forward, placing her hands on the table’s surface while spreading her feet further apart and jutting her ass out while he bends slightly at the knees in order to push his bell-end against her pussy folds.
“Mm… fuck…. Ah…” Maryse moans, letting her head hang down once Edge moves his hips forward, pushing his shaft into her, her pussy walls stretching around his invading member as he pushes the full length of his manhood into her. Once completely sheathed within her, he places a hand on her waist as he draws back half way only to thrust forward with a shorter, sharper motion, making her gasp. With a devious smirk on his face, he repeats the motion, pulling out briefly and pushing in firmly again and again, rapidly increasing his pace as she rocks on her feet between him and the table. “Oh… ah… mm fuck yes… oh… ah… mm…” Maryse licks her lips, her hand sliding slightly atop of the table as she feels his body pressing against her ass while he hammers her pussy, his cock pistoning in and out of her, accompanied the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. Edge smirks as he glances down, watching her ass cheeks jiggle as he drives into her repeatedly, thanks in part to her pushing back to meet his thrusts.
“Ah… mm yes… oh fuck me… ah ah… oh oh!” Maryse moans whorishly once Edge grips her waist with both hands as he continues to move his hips back and forth, plowing into her with his balls occasionally striking against her clit. Biting her bottom lip, she tilts her head back, looking up at the ceiling, clearly not at all bothered with how he is fucking her. Moving his hands along her torso, Edge reaches around her to grab her jiggling tits, squeezing them each time he partially draws out of her, making her groan louder each time he does. With Edge groping her tits, Maryse pushes back against him, using the table as leverage while her cunt’s walls grip clench around his thrusting shaft as he spears her snatch with a barrage of rapid strokes before suddenly pulling out of her.
“You’re enjoying this quite a bit, guess Miz isn’t getting it done,” Edge says as he gives her ass a firm smack.
“I can say the same about that ape you call a wife,” Maryse snaps back as she turns to face him while he grabs one of the chair she pushed aside and sits down. Flipping her hair back, she straddles his lap, her legs slightly bent on either side so that her booted feet only brush against the floor while lowering her pussy downward on his cock. Reaching behind her, Edge grabs Maryse’s ass while moving his hips, thrusting upward to resume fucking her, forcing her to bounce, her ample breasts jiggling as she does. With her ass loudly clapping down on his thighs, she drapes her arms over his shoulders as she leans forward, mashing her lips against his with their tongues clashing in another lustful duel seconds later. She moans into his mouth while rocking back and forth, grinding her pussy on his cock while repeatedly moving up and down on it drills her from below. Planting her feet on the floor, she breaks the kiss and uses her legs strength to keep up her momentum, pushing herself up then slamming back down on his cock as hard as she can while her tits smack against his face. Edge smirks as he continues to grope her backside, spanking her buttocks on occasion while still successfully propelling the full length of his tool up into her love tunnel. With sweat pouring down her body, Maryse licks her teeth, doing her best to squeeze her snatch as much as possible around his member as Edge scoots forward on the seat.
“Imagine if my wife listened to me,” Edge says as she moves off the chair to kneel on the floor, laying Maryse on her back in one motion. He lifts her legs to where her feet are restring on his shoulder as he bends her to where her feet nearly reaching her head as he continues to pound her pussy. Each of his hard, stiff thrusts results in his balls smacking against her ass cheeks as he batters her pussy with a barrage of powerful ramming strokes, spearing her relentlessly with his hips moving upward and downward at an impressive pace.
“Oh! OH! Ah! AH! Fuck! Ah! AH! OH AH! AH!” Maryse shrieks at the top of her lungs, writhing beneath him and pulling on her own sweat soaked blond hair. Every thrusts Edge delivers is accompanied by the sound of his nut sack slamming against her rump thanks to how he has positioned her, her quivering pussy spurting her juices all over his dick. Each time he partially draws out, it results in her cream nearly gushing from her twat, dripping down her crotch to her taint to her ass. Edge grunts with the effort he is putting into pounding the stunning blond haired French-Canadian as she quakes in orgasmic ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as her mouth is agape with how she is moaning almost mindlessly.
“Mm fuck… ah…. Ah…” Edge clenches his teeth, already partially worn down from his match, he keeps driving his cock in and out of Maryse as she squirms uncontrollably beneath him. His impressive manhood throbs and twitches within her pussy, completely covered in her juices as he reaches his limit. Letting got of her legs, he pulls out of her and pulls her up to her knees, perfectly positioning her with his pulsating pole near her face. Without a second thought, she brings brings both hands up, grabs his cock and begins stroking rapidly, taking full advantage of how well lubricated his member is thanks to how he thoroughly he fucked her.
“You wish you were as good as my husband,” Maryse sneers seductively while milking Edge’s cock with both hands. He only grunts in response as the first of several wads of cum erupts from his cock head and splashes on her left cheek, with the following volleys splashing on her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her chin and even her tongue when she opens her mouth to stick it out, which allows some of his jizz to end up in her gullet as well. Once he is spent, she swallows the jism in her mouth while wiping some from her facial features to fling only to wipe it across her breasts. “Satisfied?”
“Well, I beat the Miz and fucked you… so you could say that,” Edge answers.
“All why your wife is getting a proper fucking from my husband,” Maryse reminds him, “Because as you said she doesn’t listen to you…”
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Elsewhere in the State Farm Arena, The Miz is groaning as he pumps a thick load of cum into the ass of Beth Phoenix while she is standing with her hands firmly placed against a hallway wall. The Glamazon looks over her shoulder at him and smirks, “So we have a deal, you get your wife to actually have a match with me…”
Miz shrugs his shoulder, “I might have massive balls, but I can tell you this much, she never listens to me when it comes to that, she’ll never face you one on one.”
Beth narrows her eyes, “Then how about a mix-tag, you and her, against me and Edge, problem solved.”
“That might work, but why are you even wanting to face Maryse, she has not even close to being an active wrestler, hell you’ve had a match more recently than her,” Miz states as he picks up his wrestling trunks from the floor.
“Because I only ever faced her one on one once… and of course, she tried to help you beat my husband,” Beth answers as she turns to face him, “And since while I was fucking you, he was fucking her… I prefer to keep things on an even playing field. So you make sure she agree to a match, one way or another… otherwise, I’ll rip your dick off and cram it down her throat.” After giving her ultimatum, she snatches up her clothes from the hallway floor and walks away.
“Like she’ll agree let alone listen to me if I tell her that!” Miz shouts in disbelief.
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