Judgement of the Party

Katana closes her eyes as she happily works the tip of her tongue into Balor's tight asshole, causing the Demon Prince to receive chills running up his back as he is momentarily caught off guard by the kinky sensation.

"Ahhhhhh! Fuck..." Balor groans, tensing up as he's on all fours and getting expertly tongue fucked by the newcomer to WWE. Making it seem like she's spent a lot more time fucking and partying to explain why it took her so long to move up from NXT if she's able to eat ass this well. Especially as she's getting butt fucked herself by a hunk as that big cock of Dominik drills her stiffly and smoothly so they both moan out. "Feckin' slut! Eatin' arse like a two-bit hooker from the docks! Mmmmm!"

"Mmmmmmm... Mmmmm!!" Katana happily moans into Balor's ass as she works her tongue over his tight asshole, occasionally thrusting her tongue into his asshole, as she coats him nicely with her saliva. Katana rocks on her knees as she eagerly works her pint-sized body back against Dominik's cock with her tight booty smacking on his waist.

Damien steps forward with that more than annoyed look on his face at being left out thanks to Balor. And takes out a bit of frustration as he reaches down. Using an intentionally harder than he should smack to Finn's back to make him jolt forward with a stumble, removing Katana's face from his ass. "OI! What the feck, Damien??" Finn races to his feet with a pissed-off look of his own. "Sorry, man! Guess I don't know my own strength..." Priest smirks, knowing exactly what he did as he looks down. "Yo, party girl! Really wanna do something wild?" He at least uses a tone that makes it a legit offer, unlike how Balor had been doing. Dominik pulls out of Katana's ass as he gets to his feet.

Katana cutely smiles as she looks up at the towering Damien Priest, locking her excited and energized eyes with him, as she moves to sit on her knees, raising her hands to push the strands of brunette sweat-dampened hair out of her face. Katana nods her head, "Hell yeah! I'm up for anything!" Katana says with a laugh.

"I can see that..." Damien coolly remarks, having seen how she was happy to eat out some ass while being fucked. Katana gets surprised though when he reaches down, easily lifting her tight, tiny and flexible body up. Pulling her not just to her feet, but up and around in his powerful arms as he hooks her. Almost in position for a Tombstone Piledriver but thankfully with no intentions of delivering a move.

Instead, he's using the grip to have her held upside down with his meaty Hispanic cock pointing at her face while her hair hangs down. While he tilts his head down and presses his handsome face in between her smooth legs. Starting to eat her out with an approving moan as he pushes his wicked tongue into her slot and starts to explore around. Already sipping down the ample amount of juices she's offering up from how soaking she is from the action so far.

"Mmmmmm... Ohhhh fuck..." Katana moans out as she feels Damien's tongue working over her sweet snatch. Katana places her hands down on his muscular waist and lightly presses her fingers into his skin to grip his body as she leans her head in and parts her lips to eagerly take his massive cock into her stunning mouth.

"Mmmmm... Mmmmphhh..." Priest moans into her pussy as he munches with a sinister hunger. A little bit of making up for 'lost time' from sitting out on the action, and plenty from just how good it feels to be back in her hot, wet mouth. The two engage in a standing sixty-nine position to mean into one another and show off the talent their mouths have.

Katana closes her eyes as she hangs upside-down, her sweat-damp brunette hair swaying back and forth as she bobs her head along Priest's impressive shaft, her pouty lips working over his length as she skilfully works her mouth.

"Oi! What the Hell, Damien??" Balor complains, watching as Priest lapped away at Katana's soaking pussy. While taking a steamy blowjob as Chance sucks away along him smoothly and deep, even while being held off the ground as the blood starts rushing to her head. "So you can hog this slut but your brothers here can't??" Finn whines, showing hypocrisy since he'd just been hogging her minutes earlier.

"Mmmmmmm... Mmmmm!" Katana moans as she happily sucks on Damien's cock, her tongue slapping against his shaft and causing her saliva to splash against his shaft, working her lips against his thick shaft.

Despite the sweat over their desirable bodies, Damien can keep a firm grip to ensure Katana doesn't slip. Allowing her head to bob away and take his prick nicely deep into her still-hungry oral hole. Impressing as well to dine away on her delicious, soaking pussy as he probes his tongue deep into her folds. Ignoring Balor's complaints as he smirks into that pussy and licks away while Katana sucks him off.

Katana slowly pulls her head away from Damien Priest's cock, which has her saliva dripping off. Katana blinks her eyes a few times as she feels the blood rush to her head at a no longer tolerable rate. "Mmmmm... Hey... Ahhhhh!! Big Man... You need to let me up..." Katana says between her moans and heavy breathing.

"Mmmmmm..." Damien smirks, and flips her over so she's planted on her feet to recover from being held up for so long. "Hope that doesn't mean you're tapping out on us, party girl..." He teases as he steps back from her.

Katana laughs and shakes her head "Oh hell no! I just... You know... All that blood rushing to your head all..." Katana cutely begins to explain.

"Sounds like she's making excuses!" Balor cuts in as he comes forward. "I think we're gonna make this slut respect us once and for all!" He adds. "Yeah! Let's make this fake Mami respect us!" Dominik says as he follows over. "Well if we are? Then all three of us are taking her on... At the same time." Damien says with a smirk as Katana bites her lip, barely recovered.

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Meanwhile, Rhea Ripley has walked out of a room marked with 'MEN'S LOCKER ROOM'. A light shine of sweat over her muscular frame and her T-shirt looked creased up and with drips of spit over it from her being 'busy' for the past half hour. Putting the World Women's Championship back over her shoulder and using her free hand to wipe her slightly smudged lipstick-coated lips as she starts to walk down the corridor.

She doesn't get far however before she rolls her eyes. "Rhea! Rhea!!" The voice of lead WWE Official Adam Pearce says, chasing after her as Rhea comes to a reluctant stop. "Rhea! I've just been informed of an extremely serious allegation involving you, and I'm afraid I need some answers." Pearce says with a professional tone but looking frustrated, and not from having to use a brisk run to find her either.

Rhea sighs as she looks at Adam Pearce, with an unimpressed and uninterested expression on her face "Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... What did I supposedly do this time?" Rhea asks, showing a lack of concern.

Pearce adjusts his tie as he comes to a stop. "A member of the stage crew just informed me that they were wheeling an equipment case and heard some knocking." Adam says with a measured tone. "They opened it up and found one of your fellow Superstars in Kayden Carter, looking worse for wear and nearly passed out from the lack of air in that case." He explains. "Before she was taken away to a Local Medical Facility she told one of my officials that, according to her... You had locked her in the case." He says to accuse her. "So... What do you know about that, Rhea?"

"She's a bloody fuckin' liar!" Rhea snaps, with venom in her voice "I haven't touched even a bloody little hair on her head!" Rhea says, "Why are you comin' around here accusing YOUR Champion of bloody lies?!"

"Rhea, calm down now!" Pearce jolts back from her very defensive yell. "It's my job as the lead WWE Official to investigate anything unusual. I wanted to offer you the chance to tell your side of the story." He professionally says. "Even if... You were rather aggressive and quick with your denial..." Pearce's experience in dealing with Superstars makes him quite rightly suspicious about her. "So if you can offer me some solid proof that you have been otherwise occupied tonight and it wasn't you? Then I can rule you out of the full investigation I'll need to conduct into this..."

"I don't have to provide you shit!" Rhea snaps at Pearce, while she adjusts the Women's World Championship on her shoulder "Y'all have no proof that I did anything!"

"Then I'm afraid I'll need to authorize an investigation." Pearce firmly says. "Including asking for any arena CCTV into the incident. Until then? I'm afraid..." Adam clears his throat, composing himself. "I'll need to ask you to leave the arena, Rhea. I know the show hasn't begun yet but with this incident now officially unexplained, I can't..." Pearce tried to say.

Rhea narrows her eyes as she lunges forward toward Adam Pearce, gripping his tie with her left hand and twisting the tie as she pushes Pearce against the wall. Rhea Ripley, clearly unintimidated by the WWE Official locks her intense eyes with him. "I ain't leavin' and ya aren't going to do shit about any pathetic little investigation!"

"Akkkkk!!" Pearce gasps as he's easily choked by the tie as Ripley shoved him back with ease. "Please! Rhea! I'm just... AHHHKKKK..." He gags again, looking like colour is draining from his face already. "OK! OK! You can stay! You can stay!" He pathetically backs down as Ripley continues to glare down at him. "I'll cancel the in-investigation! I'll call it off!!"

Adam coughs, backing away quickly along the wall. "I've got to g-go... Got a call to make..." Pearce claims, stumbling a bit before he quickly leaves the scene to save himself from further harm as Ripley rolls her eyes like that was too easy.

Ripley adjusts her Championship on her broad shoulder, continuing down the corridor. But pausing when she glances to the side. Seeing a different locker room that reads 'MEN'S LOCKER ROOM 2' as she smirked again. Shrugging her shoulders as if to say 'Why not?' before inviting herself in. Kicking the door open and strutting in. "Hello, boys..." Rhea says with a sinister tone before she slams the door shut behind her.

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Meanwhile, back in the 'party room' Finn Balor is sitting on top of the switched-off multi-coloured lights that had been flashing when the music had been on. Having Katana Chance sit on his lap as he thrusts up into her soaking pussy. Behind her, Damien Priest is thrusting his thick cock into her tight, rounded ass as the Superstar who boasts about being the life of the party expertly bounces and rocks between the two. The height of the lights meaning Chance can turn her head to the side and happily slurp along Dominik Mysterio's length to make him moan. Her adorable eyes stare up to keep him smiling and take the edge of the usual wicked control the rest of The Judgement Day has over the so-called 'Ex-Con'.

"Mmmmmmm... Mmmmm!" Katana moans on Dominik's cock as she eagerly bobs her head along his shaft, slobbering her saliva all over his Hispanic member, while placing her right hand on his shaft to hold him steady in her mouth. The energetic pint-sized beauty rocks between Balor and Priest, her left hand on Balor's muscular chest as she bounces forward on his cock, with Priest behind her and pumping into her tight ass.

"Mmmmm! Fuck! Come on, Dom! Mmmmm! Teach her some damn respect!" Finn is trying to demand as he stiffly thrusts up into Katana's still tight, dripping wet pussy. His pace is matched as Chance works that tight body perfectly between the two hunks hammering her lower holes. "Ahhhhh... Yeah, she's respecting us alright... Mmmmm... Respecting her Papi real good..." Dominik grins as Katana slurps away with plenty of energy. As expected of a fun-loving party girl as she takes on all three hunks of The Judgement Day at once.

Katana Chance locks her beautiful and adorable eyes with Dominik as she smoothly bobs her head along his shaft, her pouty lips working against his shaft as if she's got Dominik under a trance once again and not under the influence of Balor.

"Mmmmm... I thought you'd be happy, Finn?" Damien smugly says with a handsome smile to match while he moans and thrusts into Katana's tight rump. "Mmmmm... You get to hog this party babe's pussy all you damn well want now!" He teases his ally, getting a brief glare from Balor as he's pumping away into her snatch while she drives down to take him balls deep, just like she's handling Priest into her asshole.

"Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmmm!!" Katana lustfully moans around Dominik's cock as she happily sucks away on his shaft, her fingernails lightly raking against his toned stomach as she rocks forward on Balor's cock, moving swiftly thanks to Priest's thrusts into her tight ass.

"Mmmmm! Fuck... Yeah, suck that dick, Mami..." Dominik groans as her saliva drips off his length as he moans and stands. Handling this red how blowjob while Katana rocks between all three studs. Getting made airtight by the trio of hung hunks to make it seem like she's far better suited to be a porn star than a sports entertainer. Her body nicely shines with moisture and makes the three studs groan and sweat as they enjoy her stunning holes.

"Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmmm..." Katana's soft moans vibrate against Dominik's shaft as she keeps her eyes focused on the Ex-Con, her lips grinding down gently on his shaft as she greedily sucks away.

"Hey, Dom... I know you ain't gonna hog her mouth like Finn here..." Damien speaks up as he pulls out of her ass, snapping Dominik out of his trance for the moment. "Huh? Oh, yeah! Yeah! Show this fake Mami how we do things!" Mysterio agrees as he switches places, moving around. "This fake Mami might party, but she can't handle this Latino Heat like my real Mami can!" Dominik claims. Moaning when he pushes his cock deep into Katana's rounded and still tight booty. Leaving Damien to have Chance engage in some ass-to-mouth as the cock that's just been pounding her back passage now slides into her oral hole.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." Katana moans and presses her lips around Priest's cock, turning her head, with her soaked hair making sweat fly a bit in the process, on his cock as she tastes her sweet ass on his cock. Katana starts to bob her head smoothly on Priest as she resumes rocking between Balor and Mysterio, taking both of their cocks into her.

"Mmmmm! At least... Ahhhhh! Make this slut feckin' choke or somethin'!" Balor tries to order while he's busy thrusting into her dripping snatch. His commands are ignored as Dominik is staring down to watch her rounded cheeks slap back against him as he fills her up from behind. Damien moans as she cleans the taste of her rump off that meaty dick with an approving moan. Like it's not the first time she's tasted her sexy backside off of a big cock before.

Katana places her right hand underneath Priest's swollen ballsack and cups his balls, starting to rub them, while she bobs away on his cock, her soft lips gliding back and forth along his shaft as she guides Priest deeper into her mouth.

"Mmmmm! Fuck... My fucking kind of party! Mmmmm!" Priest groans, approving of her expert touch on his heavy sack as she slobbers away. Damien had to use a hand to flip back her sweat-soaked hair to watch her pretty face slide along his rod. A move that makes Balor splutter when a quick shower of her sweat ends up hitting his face from the movement of her hair.

Katana's gorgeously tanned and toned, pint-sized body is coated with sweat as she rocks forward on Balor's cock, grinding down as she lowers with each bounce before Dominik pulls her back against his cock, feeling him deeply ramming into her tight asshole.

"Mmmmm! Damn... Feels so good..." Dominik moans, thrusting away into her booty as she pushes back to eagerly keep him stuffing that still snug back passage. The clap rings out as she rocks into him while working her soaking pussy down into Balor's prick as he stiffly rams up. Keeping all three hunks moaning out as she handles so much dick that it's a wonder why it took her so long to finally make it to the main roster with skill like this.

Katana grinds her pint-sized body down on Finn Balor's cock as she rocks back and forth between him and Mysterio, her wet pussy noticeably tightening around Balor's thick Irish cock.

"Mmmmm! Feckin' knew it! This slut... Ahhhhh! Can't handle The Judgement Day!" Balor claims as he grunts. Slamming his dick up into her pussy as it clings to his fat dick. "Keep goin', lads! We've nearly beaten her!" Balor says with a groan, even as his cock starts to throb while he's pounding up into her slot. Just as Dominik is doing the same to her ass and Damien is enjoying a smoking hot blowjob from Chance.

"Mmmmmm... Ohhhh!" Katana moans and lifts her head off of Damien Priest's cock as she places her hand on his saliva drench cock, working her hand back and forth against his throbbing length. Katana throws her head back while rocking between Balor and Mysterio, her pussy clenches Balor's cock as she starts to cum.

"Mmmmm! FUCK!!" Balor groans as her pussy found that new tightness, showing him with juices. Being the trigger for his peak as he pumps up, fucking Katana through her orgasm. But it made him bust a big load up into her slot, filling that soaking hole with hot, thick seed. His spunk leaked out of her twat as he thrust away to milk it all out while she bounced along his rod. More jolting as her orgasm rocked her but thanks to Dominik still fucking her ass, she was able to bounce and take all of Finn's load.

At the same time, Damien groaned loud and long like a sinister beast. Her quick stroking hand helped bring him to his limit. Her open, moaning mouth managed to catch some of his spunk as it shot out. Some caught over her stunning face and into her sweat-soaked hair to make her look like a true party slut. Getting a more than generous filling in her mouth from his seed by the time he went limp in her still-stroking hand as Dominik, still hard but starting to throb, pulled out of her ass.

"Mmmmmmm..." Katana moans with delight as she closes her eyes and takes Damien's massive load into her mouth, happily swallowing each drop.

"Uhhhhh... Get this feckin' gutter slag off of me!" Balor grunts, clearly pissed he wasn't able to out-fuck the stunning newbie. Shoving Katana off his lap as she drops to her knees on the floor. But that just leaves her gazing right at Dominik's fat Hispanic cock as the 'Ex Con' smiles down. "So... You gonna be my little party slut... And take a big damn load from Papi?" He smugly said as he stepped in closer to her.

Katana playfully bites down on her bottom lip as she looks at Dominik with exhausted, but still willing and able eyes, as she sits on her knees on the locker room floor. "Come on over here, Papi and I'll make sure you get one hell of a party favour..."

"Yes, Mami!" Dominik says without thinking, showing that it's far from the first time that all a female Superstar has to do is call him Papi and he's putty in her hands. Stepping in so that big cock, fresh from being balls deep in her ass, is right at her cum-stained face.

"Papi likes his little party girl, doesn't he?" Katana asks with a sweet smile as she looks up at Ex-Con Dom, gently placing her left hand around his swollen cock, slowly and teasingly stroking his shaft as she keeps him on the brink of his release, doing well-measured strokes to keep him on the edge before she slows down her hand movement to bring him back from the release.

"Oooooh fuck... Y-Yeah, Papi likes..." Dominik groans as Katana expertly strokes him to edge him as his cock throbs slowly. Like she's warming up those heavy balls to make sure he's got a huge load ready for her. So caught up in the moment neither of them sees the other two men have already pulled up their pants to get dressed while she has more fun with her clear favourite of the hung hunks.