A Writer in Wrestling Ch.13 {Patreon Exlusive} Asia & Oceania Tour [Australia] - Rhea Ripley (WWE) (Patreon)

A Writer in Wrestling

Chapter 13 - Asia & Oceania Tour [Australia] - Rhea Ripley

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The Sydney arena was still buzzing after the house show, but Piers had slipped away from the main production area to the quieter spot near the ring. He leaned against the apron, scribbling last-minute notes on his tablet about some pacing tweaks for tomorrow’s card. The house lights were down low, just a few work lights casting long shadows across the canvas. It was peaceful enough for him to focus, the faint echo of crew members breaking down gear in the distance the only real sound.

Then warm, strong arms wrapped around him from behind. A familiar, muscular body pressed flush against his back. Rhea Ripley’s heavy tits squished right into his shoulders, the soft, full weight of them unmistakable even through her gear. Her thick thighs brushed the back of his legs, powerful and solid from years of squats and ring bumps. She was still warm and a little sweaty from the match, that mix of clean skin and post-show musk hitting him as she pulled him close.

“Missed me already, yeah?” she murmured, her Aussie accent low and rough right against his ear. Her breath was hot, sending a shiver down his spine. One of her hands slid straight down the front of his shorts without any hesitation, fingers wrapping around his thick cock. It was already starting to swell from the surprise of her body against him. “You did good work on my booking. Those main event segments you wrote? The way you built the promos and gave me actual heat? I owe you for that, Piers. Big time.”

Piers tensed up immediately, his eyes darting around the dimly lit ringside area. A couple of crew guys were still breaking down gear way on the far side of the arena, moving cases and cables, but they weren’t paying attention this way. Still, his heart kicked up. “Rhea… what the fuck are you doing?” he hissed, voice tight with a mix of shock and growing heat.

She didn’t pull back. If anything, she pressed closer, her heavy tits molding against his upper back as her grip tightened around his cock. She stroked him firmly from base to head, feeling him respond fast. His cock thickened up quick under her touch, turning into that absurd, heavy girth she remembered so well from before. It wasn’t the longest, but it was stupidly fat — a dense, veined cylinder that made her fingers stretch wide just to get a good hold. The weight of it, the heat pulsing in her palm, had her biting her lip.

“Fuck, this thing is massive,” she whispered hot against his ear, her lips brushing the shell as she kept stroking. She brought her second hand down, double-stroking him now with both strong palms working in smooth, twisting motions. One hand pumped the thick base while the other focused on the fat head, thumbs rubbing over the swollen tip on every upstroke and smearing the bead of pre-cum that was already leaking out. The slick, wet sounds of her hands gliding along his shaft were quiet but clear in the empty space around the ring. “So thick I need both hands just to handle it properly. You feel that? How heavy and fat it is? God, I’ve been thinking about this cock since our last time. The way it stretches me out… the way it leaves me sore in all the right places.”

Her body felt incredible pressed against him — those powerful thighs flexing slightly as she shifted her weight, her wide hips and round ass brushing his lower back. Rhea’s free arm stayed wrapped around his chest, holding him tight while her hands worked him over. She leaned in more, her breath coming hotter against his neck.

“So… you accepting my hidden beaches tour invite or what?” she continued, voice dropping even lower, filthy and teasing. “Private little spots I know around Sydney. No crowds, no cameras, just sand, water, and me bent over for you. Whatever the hell we feel like doing. I’ll show you places where nobody goes. We can fuck for hours without worrying about anyone walking in.”

Piers groaned low, his hips twitching forward into her double-fisted grip despite the risk. His cock throbbed hard between her palms, veins standing out as she twisted and pumped him faster. “You’re fucking crazy, Rhea. Jerking me off right here in the open like this. Someone’s gonna walk by any second and see you with both hands on my dick.”

She chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her chest and into his back. Her heavy tits jiggled slightly against him with the motion, nipples hard enough to feel through her top. Her hands didn’t slow down at all — if anything, she pumped him harder, squeezing tighter around that girthy shaft, her calloused fingers from years of gripping ropes and taking bumps adding just the right roughness. The wet, slick rhythm of skin on skin filled the small space between them. “That’s what makes it fun, isn’t it? The chance someone might catch the Nightmare of WWE on her knees for the writer. Say yes and I’ll make it worth your while. Real fucking worth your while. I’ll suck this fat cock dry right here if you want. Or we can save it for the beach where I can really take my time.”

Piers’ breath caught as her thumbs worked the sensitive underside perfectly, sending sparks up his spine. His cock was leaking steadily now, making her double strokes even smoother and messier. “Shit… yeah. I accept,” he managed, voice strained. “You’re insane, but I’m in.”

Rhea grinned against his neck, giving his thick cock one last firm squeeze with both hands before she spun him around quickly. She dropped to her knees right there on the padded floor mat near the apron, looking up at him with that wild, hungry stare. Her mouth was already open, tongue out slightly. Both hands kept pumping him furiously — long, twisting strokes that made his heavy balls tighten up close to his body. “Good boy. Now give it to me. I want that load.”

She leaned in and took the fat head between her lips, sucking hard while her hands kept working the thick base she couldn’t fit in her mouth. The stretch was immediate — her lips thinning around the girth as she bobbed forward, taking more of him with wet, eager sounds. Piers gripped the ring apron tight for support, his eyes flicking toward the distant crew members every few seconds. The risk made everything sharper, his heart pounding as Rhea moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting straight through his shaft and making his thighs tense.

“Fuck, Rhea—” he groaned quietly, one hand dropping to tangle in her messy ponytail, not pulling hard but holding on as she worked him. Her head bobbed faster, taking him deeper, cheeks hollowing out with strong suction. Spit started dripping down her chin almost immediately, running onto her heavy tits that strained against her gear. Those tits jiggled with every forward bob of her head, the soft, full flesh swaying heavily as she sucked him off right there in the open arena.

Rhea pulled back for a second, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his throbbing cock. She looked up at him, eyes glassy with lust, face already a little messy. “Tastes so fucking good. That thick head filling my mouth… I love how heavy your balls feel when I stroke them like this.” One hand dropped to cup and gently tug his sack while the other pumped the fat shaft. She slapped the heavy cock against her tongue a few times — loud, wet smacks — then dove back down, forcing more of the girth past her lips until she gagged softly. Her throat fluttered around him as she pushed deeper, eyes watering but never breaking that hungry stare.

The sounds were filthy in the quiet space — wet slurps, soft gags, the slick glide of her hands and mouth working together. Rhea’s powerful thighs flexed as she knelt lower, her round ass resting on her heels, the thick cheeks spreading slightly against the mat. She moaned louder around him, the vibration making Piers’ hips buck. “Mmmph—give it to me,” she managed around his cock, pulling back just enough to speak before sucking him deep again. “I want to taste how much you liked my match. How much you liked writing those segments for me. Cum down my throat, Piers. Fill my mouth right here where anyone could see.”

Her hands twisted faster, one pumping the base while the other rolled his balls. Spit ran down her chin in thick strands, soaking the front of her top and making her hard nipples poke obviously through the fabric. Her face was flushed, lips stretched wide, eyes half-lidded with pure filthy enjoyment as she bobbed and sucked with everything she had.

Piers couldn’t hold back. “Fuck, Rhea—” He came hard, thick ropes pulsing straight into her mouth. Rhea swallowed greedily, her throat working around the fat head, milking every spurt without spilling a single drop. She kept sucking gently through it, tongue swirling to catch everything, until he finally finished.

When he was done she pulled off with a wet pop. She swiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers, then licked them clean slowly, savoring the taste. “Mmm. Tastes even better than I remembered,” she said, standing up with that filthy little smirk on her face. She wiped one last stray drop from her chin and sucked it off her finger, giving him a wink. “See you tonight after load-out. I’ll text you the spot. Don’t be late.”

With that she gave him a quick wave, turned, and strutted off toward the backstage area. Her thick ass swayed heavily in her tight gear with every step, those powerful thighs flexing, leaving Piers was still breathing hard, leaning against the ring apron with his heart hammering from the risk and the intensity of what Rhea had just done. His cock twitched one last time in his shorts as he watched her thick ass sway away, the powerful curve of it moving with every confident step until she disappeared backstage.

***

Later that night the Sydney air was warm and salty as Rhea drove them out of the city in a rented SUV. She had changed into a simple black tank top that hugged her heavy tits tightly, the thin fabric already outlining her pierced nipples from the cool AC. A pair of loose shorts rode high on her thick, powerful thighs, doing nothing to hide the strong, rounded curve of her ass that shifted in the driver’s seat with every turn. Her black hair was down, still a little damp from the shower, strands sticking to the side of her neck where the spiderweb tattoo stood out dark against her flushed skin.

“Buddy thinks I’m just doing some solo sightseeing,” she said casually as they wound down a quiet coastal road, one hand on the wheel while the other rested on Piers’ thigh. She gave it a firm squeeze, her strong fingers digging into the muscle. “Poor guy has no idea his girl is taking the writer who books her to a hidden beach to get properly fucked. He’s probably back home thinking I’m out clearing my head after the match.” She glanced over at him, that wicked grin spreading across her face, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You good with that? Me sneaking off to let you wreck my holes while he’s none the wiser?”

Piers nodded, his hand sliding over to rest on her thick thigh, fingers sinking into the firm, toned flesh. He gave it a squeeze back, feeling the power in those legs that could scissor someone unconscious in the ring. “As long as you’re sure. I don’t want any drama blowing back on you.”

Rhea laughed low, the sound rough and throaty. “Drama? Nah. Buddy’s great, but he doesn’t fuck me like you do. Doesn’t stretch me out, doesn’t make me cum until my legs shake. Tonight I’m not thinking about him. I’m thinking about this fat cock of yours filling me up again.” She shifted in her seat, her heavy tits jiggling slightly under the tank top as she accelerated. “You earned this little tour. Those main event segments you wrote? The promos where I actually get to cut loose and be the Nightmare? My pussy’s been wet just thinking about thanking you properly.”

The conversation flowed easy and filthy the rest of the drive. Rhea talked about how sore she still felt from their last time, how every step in the ring that night reminded her of his thick cock pumping into her. Piers teased her about the risk back at the arena, and she just smirked, admitting the thrill of jerking him off with crew guys nearby had her soaked before they even left. By the time they parked and started the short scramble down to the cove, the tension between them was thick enough to cut.

The beach was perfect — a small, secluded cove tucked behind some rocks, accessible only by a short scramble. Moonlight lit the sand and the gentle waves lapping the shore. No one around for miles. The air smelled like salt and wet sand, mixed with the faint scent of Rhea’s skin as she moved ahead of him.

Rhea kicked off her shoes the second her feet hit the sand. She turned to him, eyes locked on his, and pulled her tank top off in one smooth motion. Her heavy tits bounced free, full and round with those pierced nipples already stiff in the night air, catching the moonlight. They swayed heavily as she moved, the soft flesh jiggling with each step. She shoved her shorts and panties down next, kicking them aside, revealing her thick, powerful thighs and that round, muscular ass that flexed as she stood there naked. The curve of her cheeks was obscene — firm from training but soft enough to grab and spread, her shaved pussy already glistening between them.

“C’mere,” she said, voice low and rough with need. She grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him into a deep kiss, tongues sliding hot and messy right away. Her mouth tasted like mint and hunger as she pressed her naked body against him, those heavy tits squishing into his chest, hard pierced nipples dragging across his shirt. Her hands worked his shorts down fast, freeing that thick cock. It sprang up heavy between them, already swelling.

Rhea wrapped both hands around it immediately, double-stroking while they made out. Her strong palms twisted smoothly along the dense, veined shaft, one hand pumping the thick base while the other focused on the fat head. “Still so fucking fat,” she groaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. “Love how it fills my hands. So heavy and thick I can barely get my fingers around it. You feel that? The way it throbs when I twist my wrists like this?” She pumped faster, thumbs rubbing over the leaking tip, smearing pre-cum to make everything slicker. Her heavy tits swayed between them as she worked him, the soft weight bouncing with the motion of her arms.

They didn’t waste time with slow buildup. Rhea shoved her own shorts down earlier but now fully kicked everything aside and turned around, bending forward with her hands braced on a smooth rock. Her thick, powerful ass pushed back toward him, cheeks spreading slightly to show her already wet pussy lips and tight asshole above it. The moonlight highlighted every curve — the strong flare of her hips, the dense muscle in her thighs, and the way her ass cheeks jiggled just from shifting her weight.

“Fuck me hard. Right now,” she growled, looking back over her shoulder. “I’ve been wet thinking about this since I jerked you off earlier. Don’t tease. Give me that fat cock.”

Piers gripped her wide hips, fingers sinking into the soft give above her powerful ass, and pushed in deep in one smooth thrust. Rhea moaned loud, her head falling forward as her pussy stretched wide around his girth. “Fuuuck yes… that’s it. Stretch me open. God, you’re so thick it feels like you’re splitting me in half every time.” Her ass rippled with the first hard slap of his hips, heavy cheeks meeting his pelvis with a loud, meaty smack that carried over the waves.

He started pounding her, deep and steady. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the rhythm of the waves crashing nearby. Rhea’s heavy tits swayed heavily beneath her, swinging back and forth with every thrust, the pierced nipples hard and begging. Piers reached around and cupped one, mauling the soft, heavy flesh in his palm. He squeezed hard, fingers digging in as the weight spilled between them, then pinched her pierced nipple, rolling it firmly. Rhea gasped and clenched tight around his cock, her pussy fluttering.

“Shit—harder,” she growled, pushing back to meet every thrust. Her powerful thighs flexed, thick muscles standing out as she braced and drove her ass back onto him. “Fuck that pussy. Make it yours tonight. I want to feel you deep.” Her face twisted in pleasure, mouth hanging open, eyes half-lidded as he railed her from behind. Sweat beaded on her back, trickling down her spine toward the curve of her ass. The scent of her arousal hung thick in the warm night air — tangy and sweet, mixing with the salt from the ocean.

She came fast the first time. Her thick thighs started shaking, pussy fluttering and gushing around his cock as she moaned loud enough for it to echo off the rocks. “Fuck, I’m cumming already—don’t stop! Keep fucking me through it!” Her face scrunched up, eyes squeezing shut then fluttering open, lips parted in a raw moan. Piers kept thrusting through it, feeling her walls milk him tight, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs.

He pulled out with a wet pop, spun her around, and sat down on a flat rock, pulling her on top. Rhea straddled him reverse, sinking down onto his thick cock with a long, satisfied groan. “So deep like this,” she panted, starting to bounce. Her powerful ass rippled and slapped down onto his lap with every drop, the heavy cheeks jiggling wildly in the moonlight. Piers grabbed two handfuls of that ass, spreading her open as she rode him, watching his cock disappear between her cheeks over and over.

“Ride it just like that,” he grunted, slapping one cheek hard. The flesh rippled under his palm, a sharp pink flush blooming on her tan skin. Rhea moaned louder, bouncing faster, her heavy tits swaying heavily as she leaned forward. He reached around and mauled both breasts, squeezing the soft, full weight in his palms, fingers digging in as they spilled and jiggled with every bounce. He tugged her pierced nipples firmly, rolling the metal bars between his fingers while she fucked herself on him.

“Fuck yes, play with my tits like that,” Rhea gasped, her voice rough and breathy. She ground down harder, rolling her hips in filthy circles that made her thick ass cheeks spread and clap against his thighs. “Squeeze them harder. I love feeling your hands all over me while I take every inch of this fat cock. Buddy never grabs me like this… he doesn’t know how to use me the way you do.” Her face twisted in pleasure, mouth hanging open, eyes half-lidded as she looked back over her shoulder at him. Sweat glistened on her back, trickling down toward the deep curve of her spine.

She came again like that, grinding down hard, body shaking as her pussy clamped and soaked his balls. “Yes—fuck, filling me so good. Cum inside me soon, I want to feel it leaking while we keep going. I want it dripping down my thighs when we get back in the car.” Her powerful thighs trembled around him, thick muscles flexing as the orgasm ripped through her. Her face scrunched up beautifully — brows furrowed, lips parted in a raw moan, eyes fluttering as she rode it out.

Piers groaned and pumped up into her, filling her with the first thick load of the night. Hot ropes flooded her pussy as she kept grinding, milking every drop with tight squeezes of her walls. “Take it all,” he muttered against her shoulder, hands still mauling her heavy tits. When she finally lifted off, cum dripped down her thighs in thick, creamy trails, mixing with her own wetness and running down the inside of her powerful legs.

Rhea turned, dropped to her knees in the sand, and sucked him clean, moaning at the messy taste. “Mmm, my pussy and your cum mixed together. Love it.” She licked every inch slowly, tongue dragging along the veined shaft, savoring the salty-sweet mix while her heavy tits swayed beneath her. “Tastes so fucking filthy… I could suck this cock all night after you fill me up.”

She licked him spotless, then stood on slightly shaky legs and pulled him toward the water’s edge, her thick ass jiggling with each step, cum still leaking visibly down her thighs.

They moved to the shallows. Piers bent her over again, this time with the cool waves lapping at their legs. He slid back into her cum-slick pussy from behind, fucking her steady while the water splashed around them. Rhea’s moans mixed with the waves, her thick ass rippling with every thrust. He pulled her hair back firmly, arching her as he pounded deeper. Her face was pure bliss — mouth open, eyes rolling slightly every time he hit deep, cheeks flushed dark under the moonlight.

“Pull my hair harder,” she gasped, pushing back against him. “Fuck me like you mean it out here. I want to feel it tomorrow when I’m walking around the arena.” Another orgasm ripped through her, her powerful thighs trembling in the water as she came hard around him. “Shit—cumming again… your cock is ruining me for anyone else.” Her pussy fluttered and gushed, juices mixing with the seawater splashing against their legs. The smell of sex hung thick in the air, salty ocean mixed with her tangy arousal and his musk.

He pulled out and sat on a smooth rock at the edge. Rhea climbed on facing him this time, legs wrapped around his waist. She sank down slow, taking every thick inch with a satisfied groan. Her heavy tits pressed against his chest as she rode him, hips rolling deep and filthy. Piers buried his face in them, sucking hard on one pierced nipple while mauling the other, the soft flesh spilling between his fingers as he squeezed and kneaded.

“God your tits feel so good,” he muttered, biting gently on the stiff peak before switching sides. Rhea bounced harder, ass slapping wetly against his thighs with loud, rhythmic smacks that mixed with the waves. Her face was lost in pleasure — mouth open in constant moans, eyes glassy, head tilted back as she ground down on him. “Keep sucking them… fuck, I love your mouth on my tits while I ride this thick cock. You’re so much deeper than Buddy ever gets. He tries, but he doesn’t stretch me like this… doesn’t make me cum over and over like you do.”

She came again, grinding down and shaking, her pussy clamping tight as fresh wetness soaked him. “Yes—another one… fuck, I’m cumming so hard on you.” Her powerful thighs squeezed around his waist, thick ass rippling in his lap while her heavy tits jiggled against his face. She kept riding through it, hips rolling greedily until he pumped a second thick load deep into her pussy, groaning as hot ropes flooded her.

They weren’t done. Rhea stood on shaky legs, turned, and braced against another rock, offering her ass. Piers rubbed his still-hard cock against her tight hole, then pushed in slow. “Fuck… yes, take my ass too,” she moaned, face contorted in that mix of burn and pleasure — brows furrowed tight, mouth open in a low groan as the thick head stretched her open. “It’s so fucking fat back there… burning so good. Keep going, fill my ass.”

He fucked her ass deep and steady, cheeks rippling against him with every thrust. One hand reached around to rub her clit in firm circles, the other pulling her hair as he railed her. Rhea’s moans grew louder, raw and broken, her powerful body shaking as the double sensation built. “Harder—pull my hair and rub my clit just like that. God, you’re wrecking both my holes tonight.” Her thick thighs trembled, heavy tits swaying beneath her as she pushed back to meet him. Another orgasm hit her hard from the double stimulation, asshole clenching rhythmically around his girth while her pussy dripped down her legs. Her face was a mess of ecstasy — eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open in a silent scream that turned into loud, filthy moans echoing over the water.

Piers buried himself deep and unloaded a third time, flooding her ass with hot cum. Thick ropes pumped into her as she ground back, milking him through every spurt.

They collapsed together on a towel in the sand afterward, breathing hard, bodies sticky with sweat, cum, and seawater. Rhea grinned lazily, cum still leaking from both holes down her thick thighs in slow, warm trails. She draped one powerful leg over his, her thick thigh pressing heavy and warm against him as she caught her breath.

“Best thank you tour ever,” she said, voice hoarse and satisfied. “Now let’s get cleaned up. We’ve got a show tomorrow and I plan on tearing the house down.” She shifted closer, pressing her heavy tits against his chest. One pierced nipple dragged across his skin, still stiff and sensitive from all the attention earlier. The soft, full weight of her breasts squished warmly into him as she nuzzled in, her round ass flexing slightly under his hand.

“Fuck, that was exactly what I needed,” she continued, voice still rough. Her hand lazily stroked his softening cock, smearing the messy mix of her juices and his cum along the thick shaft. “You really know how to wreck a girl. Three loads… my pussy and ass are gonna be sore tomorrow and I’m not even mad about it. I can already feel it leaking every time I move. Gonna be walking funny backstage and loving every second of it.”

Piers ran his hand over her round ass, squeezing one heavy cheek and feeling the firm-yet-soft flesh give under his fingers. He spread it slightly, watching a fresh trickle of his cum drip from her well-fucked holes. “You’re the one who dragged me out here. Crazy as hell, but damn. That ass of yours… those thighs… you take everything I give you and still beg for more.”

Rhea laughed low, the sound vibrating through her chest into his. She flexed her thick thigh against him, the powerful muscle rippling under smooth skin. “Guilty. Buddy’s probably texting me wondering where I am. Poor guy. If he knew I just let you pump my ass full on a hidden beach while he thinks I’m out clearing my head…” She shook her head, that filthy smirk back on her face as she gave his cock one last slow stroke.

Eventually she pushed herself up, sand sticking to her sweaty skin in patches. She didn’t bother wiping the cum away right away — just let it drip as she pulled her shorts back on. The dark wet spot spread fast in the crotch, soaking through as more of his load leaked out of her. Her tank top went on next, clinging tight to her sweaty tits, the outline of her pierced nipples still obvious and hard against the fabric. She adjusted everything with a wince and a grin, thick thighs flexing as she stood.

“Buddy’s probably wondering what’s taking so long,” she said with a chuckle, running a hand through her messy hair. “If he only knew his girl just got her pussy and ass wrecked by the writer who books her. Three loads deep while the waves were crashing. God, I’m still throbbing.” She reached down and gave her own ass a firm squeeze, feeling the sensitivity there. “Come on. Let’s head back before I drag you into round four and we miss load-out.”

The drive back was quiet but charged. Rhea kept one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to squeeze his thigh or brush her fingers across his cock through his shorts, teasing lightly. “You better write me some real shit after this,” she said, glancing over with a smirk. Her heavy tits rose and fell with each breath, still flushed from the beach.

“You’ll get it,” Piers promised, his hand sliding over to squeeze her thick thigh again, fingers digging into the firm muscle. “You earned it tonight. That match earlier? You were on fire. The crowd was eating out of your hand.”

Rhea grinned, shifting in her seat so her round ass pressed back against the leather. “Good. Because I’m still feeling you. Every bump in this road is making me feel where you fucked my ass and filled me up. Gonna be thinking about your cum leaking out of me during warm-ups tomorrow.” She laughed softly, the sound low and satisfied. 

Back at the hotel they cleaned up just enough to look presentable, but the smell of sex still clung to both of them — salty skin, faint musk, and that unmistakable scent of a long, filthy night. Rhea gave him one last deep kiss in the hallway, tongue sliding hot against his as she pressed her body close, heavy tits squishing into his chest one more time. “See you at the arena,” she murmured against his lips, giving his cock a final firm squeeze through his pants. “Try not to think about my ass too much while you’re working.”

***

The next night the Qudos Bank Arena was packed. The Sydney crowd was loud and rowdy, ready for a hell of a show. Rhea Ripley came out midway through the card for a singles match against a tough opponent. From the moment her music hit, the energy shifted. She stormed down the ramp with that signature intensity, spiderweb tattoo glistening under the lights, heavy tits bouncing in her leather-style top with every powerful step. The top clung to her sweat-damp skin, outlining the hard pierced nipples underneath as her full chest heaved.

Piers watched from gorilla position, tablet in hand, already seeing the difference. She moved sharper, sold bigger, hit her moves with extra snap. When she locked in a headscissor on her opponent, those powerful thighs squeezing tight, the thick muscles flexing and bulging, the crowd popped huge. Rhea’s face twisted with effort and dominance — mouth open, teeth bared, eyes fierce as she cranked the hold harder, her thick thighs trembling from the strain but refusing to let go.

She released it, popped up fast, and hit a brutal clothesline that flipped the other woman inside out. The smack of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the arena. Rhea’s ass rippled visibly as she charged across the ring, thick thighs flexing with every step, the powerful curves of her legs and glutes drawing every eye. She climbed the turnbuckle, tits heaving heavily with each breath, and launched into her signature senton. The impact shook the ring and the fans erupted, chanting her name as she popped back up, sweat pouring down her body.

In the closing stretch she pulled her opponent up, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail swinging wildly. She locked eyes with the hard cam for a second, that intense stare burning, then drove her down with a devastating Riptide. The pin came clean — one, two, three. The arena exploded as Rhea stood tall, raising both arms high, sweat pouring down her body, heavy tits rising and falling with each heavy breath. She looked unstoppable, thick thighs planted wide, round ass flexing as she soaked in the roar.

Backstage after the match she found Piers near the production area, still buzzing. Her gear was soaked through, hair messy and sticking to her flushed cheeks and neck. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into a quick, semi-private corner behind some crates.

“Did you see that?” she asked, voice low and excited, pressing her body against his. Her heavy tits squished right into his chest, the damp leather of her top cool against him. “That’s what I can do when I’m properly motivated. You write me more shit like that and I’ll keep motivating you every fucking night. I felt you in every move out there — that ache in my ass and pussy from the beach reminding me exactly why I’m putting on shows like this.”

Piers smirked, hands sliding down to cup her ass through the tight shorts, squeezing the firm, round cheeks. “You looked incredible out there. The crowd was eating it up. You were on another level.”

Rhea leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear, her breath hot. “Good. Because I’m still feeling you from last night. Every step I took in that match I could feel where you fucked my ass and filled me up. Made me wet all over again thinking about it. I was dripping a little during the entrance, thinking about your thick cock stretching me.” She reached down and gave his cock a firm squeeze through his pants, stroking it once. “We’re not done yet, you know. Tour’s still going. I’ve got more thank yous saved up for you.”

They didn’t get another full round that night — the schedule was tight — but Rhea made sure to tease him relentlessly. A quick hand down his shorts in a hallway when no one was looking, her strong fingers wrapping around his thickening cock as she whispered hot against his ear about how her pussy and ass still ached from taking his thick cock on the beach. “Every time I sat down backstage I felt it,” she murmured, pumping him slowly. “Your cum still leaking out of me while I’m trying to act normal.” By the time the show wrapped, the entire card had gone over strong, and Rhea’s match was one of the highlights.

Later that night in Piers’ hotel room they finally had time. Rhea showed up at his door wearing nothing but a loose robe. The second it closed behind her she dropped it, standing there naked, thick thighs pressed together, heavy tits on full display, nipples pierced and hard.

“Round two,” she said simply, pushing him back onto the bed. She climbed on top, straddling his waist and grinding her already wet pussy along his thickening cock. “I want to feel that fat dick stretch me again. I’ve been thinking about it since the match.”

She sank down slowly, moaning loud as every thick inch filled her. “Fuuuck… still so big. My pussy’s gripping you so tight, like it doesn’t want to let go.” Her powerful ass settled on his thighs and she started riding him hard, tits bouncing heavily in his face. Piers cupped and mauled them, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh, tugging her pierced nipples while she bounced. The wet slap of her ass meeting his lap filled the room, loud and rhythmic.

Rhea’s face was pure pleasure — mouth open, eyes half-rolled, sweat already starting to drip down her neck and between her tits. “Pinch them harder. Yeah, like that. Fuck, your hands feel good on my tits while I ride this cock. Squeeze them… make them bounce for you.” She came fast, grinding down and shaking, pussy fluttering around him as she soaked his balls. “Shit—cumming already. Your thick cock hits so deep.”

She didn’t stop. She turned around into reverse, giving him the perfect view of her thick ass bouncing. Piers slapped it hard, watching the cheeks ripple and jiggle with every drop. “That ass is unreal,” he groaned, gripping two handfuls and spreading her open so he could watch his thick cock disappear inside her over and over.

“Slap it again,” she panted, bouncing faster, her powerful thighs flexing. “Make it red. I want to feel it tomorrow when I’m in the ring.” Another orgasm hit her, thighs trembling as she kept riding through it, moaning loud and raw. “Yes—fuck, another one. Your cock owns this pussy tonight.”

Piers flipped her onto her back, hooked her thick legs over his shoulders, and pounded her deep. Her heavy tits swayed wildly with every thrust, face contorted in bliss — mouth wide, eyes squeezed shut, moaning loud and raw. “Deeper—fuck yes, right there. You’re hitting so good. Keep pounding me just like that.” She came again, pussy gushing around him, her powerful thighs shaking against his shoulders.

He pulled out and flipped her onto all fours. Rhea arched her back, pushing that round ass up high. Piers slammed back in, gripping her ponytail and pulling it like reins as he railed her. The bed creaked under them, skin slapping loud and wet. Her tits swung beneath her, swaying heavily. He reached around and mauled one, pinching the nipple hard while his hips kept snapping forward.

“God, your cock feels so fucking good,” Rhea moaned, face pressed into the pillow, ass rippling against him with every thrust. “Fill me up again. Pump another load in me. I want to feel it leaking while I sleep.” He did, groaning as he flooded her pussy with a thick second load, hot ropes pumping deep as she pushed back to take every drop.

They kept going — her riding him again, grinding slow and filthy while her heavy tits hung in his face for him to suck and bite. Then him taking her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist while he pounded up into her, her thick ass slapping against the wall with every deep thrust. Rhea came three more times, each one louder and messier than the last, her body shaking, pussy and ass clenching around him as she moaned his name.

Before he gave her a final load deep in her ass, pulling her hair and slapping her cheeks red while she shook through another orgasm, her face buried in his shoulder, moaning broken and filthy.

By the time they finished, both were wrecked — sheets soaked, bodies sticky with cum and sweat. Rhea lay sprawled across his chest, thick thigh draped over him, cum still leaking slowly from her holes.

“Best fucking tour stop yet,” she murmured, voice hoarse. “Keep writing me like that and I’ll keep showing up ready to earn it”

Piers ran his hand down her back, cupping her ass again. “Deal.”

The Sydney crowd had loved the show, and word was already spreading — Rhea Ripley was on fire. Piers knew the next few weeks of booking were going to be strong for her.