With one final groan, Sheamus filled Hunter's mouth to the brim with cum. Hunter sat back, holding it in his mouth, and wanting to swallow.
"Let it run down yar chin." Sheamus commabded, and the thick, white liquid went running down his chin, then his neck, chest, and abs. Sheamus grabbed a towel, tossing it to Hunter, then gripped the cum-soaked tie.
"Later on, when ya're servicin ya'r woife," he sheered down at Hunter. "Ah want ya ta fook her long and hard. for hours. Till she's toired. Till she falls asleep. For me, darlin." hunter looked up at him hungrily. "And maybe next toime, ah'll let ya swallow."
As Sheamus headed to the showers and Hunter dressed hurriedly, that was all the motivation Hunter needed.
Santino waited for the weat to dry a bit on his skin, then he walked up confidently.
"Hello, fairest Emma!" he said confidently.
"Santino, haw ya doin?" her heavy Aussie accent grreeted him, before seeing the sweat that had broken out on his body. "EEW, Why are ya so sweatty?" she asked, backing away.
"Sheamoose is-a hoogging the showers." Santino replied.
"We'll see about that!" Emma huffed. "What ma bestie wants, ma bestie gets!" she declared, storming down the hallway.
Since Hunter had left, the door was unlocked. Emma stepped into the locker room quietly, intending to scare Sheamus, then have him chase her out of the locker room.
Sheamus stood in the shower, letting the hot water run over his head and down his back as he washed his chest carefully. His mind was still on Hunter's latest performance, so he was slowly getting hard.
Emma's jaw dropped as she watched quietly. Within a few seconds, Sheamus was fully hard, and his skin glowed a soft pinkish color as his hands drifted lower slowly. Both his hands worked up and down as Emma stared, wide eyed, and panting slightly.
One particular movement og his hand made Sheamus moan lowly. Emma felt that moan hit her ears and shoot straight to her groin. She crossed her legs and watched his fingers move up and down. Up and down. She was suddenly very horny. She looked down at her body in surprise and disgust. What the hell? She scurried out of the locker room, catcing sight of her face in Cody Rhode's mirror. She was slightly flushed, and her nipples were standing beneath her t-shirt like little pebbles. She stood outside the door for a second, then scurried to the Diva's locker room, knowing noone would be there.
Sheamus let out a few more groans, and released onto the floor. He finished his shower, making sure the shower rinsed the floor clean, then stepped out, drying himself with a nearby towel.
Emma locked the locker room door with a pant, stripping and walking into one of the showers with a small waterproof vibrator. She ran a hand over one of her pert nipples with a moan, spreading her lower lips to find she was dripping wet.
She knew she had to take care of her horniness before her match against Summer Rae. She slipped the small vibrator in, and the mental image of Sheamus in the shower, thick hardness standing before him, made her shiver. One hand pushed the vibrator deeper and deeper, while the other hand tweaked a nipple. Loud moans echoed in the shower, that soon changed to high moans.
The sound of someone playing arond with the doorknob, and the bellas chatting quietly, reached Emma's ears. She backed against the wall, making the vibrator hit her spot hard. She whimpered, then flinched to cover her body with her arms as Brie Bella whipped the shower open.
"Oh, i'm sorry. I didn't know you were in here." Brie apologised with a grin, holding her hand in front of her eyes so she could see Emma's face, but not her body. Emma pulled her lips into her mouth as she trembled in sweet agony. a groan passed her lips and she did her best to silence it.
Brie stepped a bit closer. "Hey, are you okay? you match is in five minutes, why are you in the shower?"
Emma gave an exasperated groan, and Nikki apeared over he shoulder. Nikki swept her eyes up and down once, and then pulled her sister away.
"Hey! I just asking Emma if she was okay!" Brie protested innocently. Nikki snickered as she ushered her sister out.
Seconds later, Emma's climax gushed forth, running down her thighs. She panted and pulled out the vibrator. She dried off hurriedly. Three minutes till she had to walk out onto the ramp. She would have to hurry.
Emma managed to get to the gorilla position only a minute late. They hit her music and she danced out, pointing her hands as Santino waited for her at ringside.
Emma won her match, and trotted to the back. In the viewing area, Natalya sat alone, watching her husband's entrance with her legs crossed. The match was Tyson vs Sheamus, so Emma went to leave, hoping her body wouldn't betrat her by being attracted to someone that pale. There was no way anyone that pale could survive in Australia. no way.
It was disgusting.
Yet as she watched Sheamus fight Tyson, she crossed her legs as well. She didn't see Natalya glaring at her out of the corner of her eye.
Tyson clotheslined Sheamus, and he went slamming down onto the mat. He lay there for a second, panting, before he picked himself up off the mat. A short puff of air left Emma as Tyson began to try to keep Sheamus down.
Natalya had enough, and launched into a tirade, yelling at Emma. "How dare you! that is MY husband, and so help me, if I catch your thirsty ass looking at him again-"
"Hold up, Sheamus is your husband?" Emma asked, ripping her eyes from the screen for a second.
Natalya looked at her in confusion. "Tyson is my husband. If I catch you looking at Tyson again-"
"Uh, I was never looking at HIM," Emma clarified, pointing as The camera caught Sheamus's muscles flexing to put Tyson in the high cross. Sheamus stood up, spreading his arms to signify the brogue. tyson managed to scramble to the ropes nefore getting a does of the beats of the bodrhan.
Natalya watched Emma's eyes glaze with lust as she watched Sheamus. Her hands slowly lowered to her sides, and she sat back down.
Emma continued to stare at Sheamus as he kicked Tyson in the head for the three count. The refereee raised his hand in victory, and Emma cheered.
Meanwhile, in another part of the arena, Brock Lesnar was aking a deal with the devil.
He wan't making the deal for the chance to win at Wrestlemania, he was making the deal so he could wih with the power of evil on his side.
SInce The Undertaker began fighting the good fight, Kane took it upon himself to be a representative for evil. He made the deal with Lesnar.
The deal that would doom all.
Lesnar's soul
for the streak's end.