WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the wrestlers, promotions, people, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I do not own the WWE or any wrestlers or people etc referenced in this story.
Starring: Roman Reigns, Trish Stratus (all WWE).
Acknowledge Trish
An erotic pro wrestling fan-fiction story.
Written by DaxG2001 (daxg2001@yahoo.co.uk) & Kristi.
Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal, inter.
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Following the shocking events of the WWE Night of Champions Premium Live Event earlier in the night, a disgruntled Tribal Chief in the Undisputed Universal WWE Champion Roman Reigns is sitting back in a luxury chair in his private jet as the luggage bags are being loaded up. Reigns, clad in black pants and one of his 'Needle Mover' T-shirts is staring blankly ahead without even locking eyes at The Wiseman, Paul Heyman or his loyal soldier of The Bloodline in Solo Sikoa.
"...Solo. Leave us." Roman growls, still not looking at either of them. Solo, still rubbing the back of his neck, just silently nods as he turns and slowly walks to the front area of the jet and closes the door behind him. Leaving Reigns and Heyman as an intense stillness is in the air and the sound of the jet and work going on around it as Roman continues to glare ahead. No doubt processing both failing to bring the Undisputed Tag Team Championships back to The Bloodline, but also the seeming betrayal done by specifically Jimmy Uso and perhaps both of the Usos together.
Paul Heyman, the Wiseman of the Bloodline and loyal servant of the Tribal Chief, steps over to stand in front of Roman Reigns, forcing him to look up "My Tribal Chief... I must say... We need to talk about this problem involving your cousin, Jimmy Uso..." Heyman begins to say, templing his hands in a triangle in front of his body "I believe Jimmy may be a lost cause in the Bloodline..."
Roman's mouth curls a bit into a snarl, sharply remembering what happened less than an hour ago. "Problem? Problem?!" Roman's voice snaps, making Heyman back away for a moment. "The Usos disrespected my orders, got involved in my match and then Jimmy..." He pauses, controlling his anger as he glances away for a moment then back to The Wiseman. "Put his hands on me... I didn't lose tonight. I did NOT lose! Jimmy Uso lost that match for me!" Reigns growled as he sat back, clenching his fist. "I will deal with The Usos come Smackdown... And either Jimmy will fall in line like Jey? Or I will deal with him personally." He said with a clear tone of a threat in his voice.
"Jimmy Uso will learn..." Paul Heyman agrees with a nod of his head "Because, my Tribal Chief.. you are the Undisputed WWE Champion... You are...Roman Reigns! My Tribal Chief, you are the greatest of all time!" Paul Heyman says as he hypes up and feeds Roman's ego.
"Did someone say… Greatest of all time?" A voice says from behind Paul Heyman, causing him to startle before he turns around to look at the doorway that leads into the sitting quarters of the private jet, turning his back to Reigns. Paul Heyman's eyes widen at the sight in front of him.
“Because… That would be me..." The legendary focal point of the later Attitude Era and Ruthless Aggression Era, Trish Stratus says standing in the doorway, with a mischievous and arrogant smirk on her beautiful face, her left hand placed on her slender hip and her right hand raised as she proudly displays her Hall of Fame ring. Trish is dressed in a dazzling charcoal pink one-piece romper, which nicely illustrates her nicely toned and fit, slender body, which perfectly highlights her tight backside and gorgeous chest, and sporting above-the-knee length black heeled boots.
Paul Heyman locks his eyes on Trish Stratus as she lowers her right hand and steps out of the doorway, casually walking into the luxurious sitting quarters of the Tribal Chief.
"Trish Stratus..." Heyman says as he looks at the Hall of Famer suspiciously.
"Paul Heyman..." Trish responds with a smirk "It's been quite some time..."
Paul Heyman nods his head, "Indeed it has Miss Stratus..." Heyman says, clearly on guard.
Trish Stratus softly laughs as she takes a moment to look around the private jet "Gee, Paul...you sure have upgraded from the trashy bingo halls..."
Paul Heyman's eyes widen as he takes offence to the comment and stares at Trish. "Miss Stratus… The Tribal Chief is in no mood..." Heyman begins to say.
"Just think of it, Paul… If you played your cards right..." Trish says, interrupting Heyman, "I could've saved that doomed disaster of ECW, just like I'm saving the Women's Division now." Trish says with a smirk as she approached closer to Heyman and Reigns.
Heyman presses his lips together and turns his head to look away for a moment, before looking back at Trish "Miss Stratus, I know this isn't your first encounter with the Bloodline..." Paul Heyman says before he pauses and gives Trish a knowing look, which she only responds to with a sly smirk. "But... I can assure you… That Dwayne Johnson does not match up to Roman Reigns..." Heyman says in a firm tone.
As the two are starting to bicker, Roman just sits back as he glances between the two. But his gaze stays lingering on Trish's tight outfit that while covering up, doesn't do much to hide the stunning, timeless curves of the MILF and Legendary Diva. So for the moment, he just lets the two go at it as he surveys the scene. Certainly not objecting to Trish having invited herself onto his private jet.
Trish nods her head slowly and presses her lips together at the slight jab from Paul Heyman regarding herself and her past fling during the Attitude Era with Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. "Oh! Nice one! Got me there..." Trish says with a sarcastic tone.
"Now... Miss Stratus, as I said earlier...The Tribal Chief is in no mood..." Paul Heyman begins to say as Trish ignores him and steps over to the granite-topped luxurious private bar, reaching for a short drinking glass.
Paul Heyman turns his head and looks at Roman Reigns with wide eyes and in disbelief that Trish (or anyone for that matter) would have the audacity to not only invite themself into the Bloodline's private jet but to turn to help themself to the private bar.
Trish Stratus finishes mixing her drink and turns back around to lean against the granite-topped body, crossing her left arm against her flat stomach and holding the glass in her right hand, taking a sip.
"Oh... How rude of me" Trish says as she looks at Heyman, then at Reigns. "Want one?" Trish asks with a smirk.
Paul Heyman pursed his lips together in frustration "Miss Stratus... You have disrespected the Tribal Chief...MY Tribal Chief... enough..." Heyman says, stepping toward Trish. "I think it's best to remove yourself from the Tribal Chief's private plane…"
"Enough." Roman's deep voice breaks the tension, making them both look towards him. "Leave us." He says, making Trish raise an eyebrow to question the statement while Paul starts to wickedly smile. "Head to the front of the plane and join Solo. Tell the crew to take off. We're leaving." He instructs.
"You see??? Now allow me to say 'Thank You, Trish'..." Heyman says with a mocking tone. "For your time here today, but if you would be so kind..." He starts to say.
"Not her. You." Roman says, looking at Heyman much to his shock. "Leave us."
"B-B-B-But my Tribal Chief! This is! I mean, she's! This is!!" Paul stutters while Trish, as if she expected this surprising welcome interruption all along, stays in place to take a sip.
"She's flying with us." Roman states like a fact. "Now go. And I'll summon you IF I need you during the flight." He adds to further add to Heyman's disbelief. "...And the Tribal Chief will take that drink." He says, now turning his attention to Trish with a far more measured and welcoming tone than Reigns has usually to anyone else even those in The Bloodline.
Heyman nods his head and takes a breath "Yes... My Tribal Chief..." Heyman says before he steps up to Trish Stratus, locking his eyes with her and leaning in to speak in a hushed tone. "I don't know what type of game you're trying to play… But it will not work!" Heyman says before he steps back from Trish.
Trish smirks and raises her left hand to mockingly wave at Paul Heyman. "Bye… Bye..." Trish says as Heyman walks toward the doorway of the private sitting quarters of the Tribal Chief. Heyman shoots a departing glare at Trish before stepping through the door and sliding the door closed behind him.
Trish smirks before she turns her attention to Roman Reigns "You said you wanted a drink?"
"I'm sure you're more used to having others make your drinks for you..." Roman says, still sitting down as he looks at Trish from across the private jet's interior. "But I'm sure it's a fair deal considering you're now getting a free ride." He notes. "Allow me to take a wild guess... You had the crew load your bags in with mine? Or did you leave that job to your new 'friend' from earlier?" Roman says, perhaps surprisingly taking an interest in Stratus' match from earlier considering she's not even a Superstar drafted to his brand.
Trish smirks slyly at Roman Reigns before she turns back to the bar, reaching for another glass. Trish uses the tongs and retrieves a few cubes of ice for the glass before pouring in a great deal of tonic water, followed by a few shots of vodka. Trish finishes off the drink with a slice of lime.
Trish turns back to Reigns and walks over to where he is seated, bringing her glass and his glass over. Trish hands the glass to Roman before she
takes the seat directly across from him, crossing her left leg over her right leg "So… The mighty Roman Reigns… We finally meet..." Trish says with a smirk and locks her beautifully manipulative eyes with him, before taking a sip of her drink.
"Finally..." Roman notes, smiling handsomely as he raises his glass a little. Taking a sip with a nod of approval as the sound of the jet engines roaring into life is heard. The orders have gone through to start the take-off with Trish now on board. "Although you say finally... That makes it sound like we should have met far earlier than this." He notes. "You can understand that as The Tribal Chief, I'm an exceptionally busy person... Something I'm sure you can relate to considering how busy you've been putting that fake 'Man' in her place." He says, referencing Trish's hated rival Becky Lynch.
"Well… Whacking off to a cardboard cut of me doesn't really count as meeting..." Trish says with a sly smirk as she looks at Roman with a raised eyebrow.
That statement makes Roman let out a loud, hearty chuckle which again is the total opposite of how he'd likely react if anyone else had said it. "That damn picture floating around online..." He says, shaking his head before looking to Trish. "Fine. Caught me." He holds up his free hand like a criminal grabbed in the act. "Guilty as damn charged. Not gonna lie. You were absolutely a 'motivation' for me way back in the day." He admits with a shameless smile that shows off his bright white teeth.
Trish presses her pouty lips together "I'd say now… You're probably built to handle the Queen of all Queens.." Trish says with a smile as she tilts her glass to Reigns before she takes a sip.
"That's quite the compliment..." Roman's smile stays on the muscular Samoan as he looks over the busty blonde Canadian. "But I am the Undisputed Universal Champion... I'm the damn man around here as these past 1000 days have proved." He says cockily. "And you're still the best of the Women's Division... So by the sounds of it, we'd make for quite the damn 'dream' matchup..." He says, as his tone follows hers with how she'd quite teasingly said he was built to take her on.
Trish presses her luscious and pouty lips together as she looks at Reigns before she nods her head "That's quite impressive… 1000 days… Not many have accomplished that." Trish says as her eyes subtly travel along Roman's muscular Samoan frame.
"When you're The Tribal Chief, success only comes naturally." Roman brags as he stays seated. About to say more as they pause as the light in the plane to signal to take off comes on. A brief moment is taken between the two as they buckle up in their luxury chairs as the private jet takes off with now one extra passenger along with her luggage than first planned. Only minutes are needed before the craft is in full flight to head back to the United States.
Now, where were we..." After unbuckling, Roman puts down his drink. "Oh, yes... You were saying that you think I can handle you?" He smirks handsomely as he stands up. Letting Trish get a betting look at his built body when he reaches down, pulling his T-shirt up and over his head to show off his muscular body and tribal tattoos to the legendary female Superstar and former Diva.
Trish licks her teeth as she looks over Roman's impressive muscular chest, her seductive eyes devouring every inch of his Tribal tattoo-covered and powerfully muscular chest and upper body. "Yeah, I think you can handle some Stratusfaction..." Trish says with a sly smirk on her face as she too stands up, stepping up close to Roman Reigns as she looks up, locking her eyes with the Head of the Table. "Would the Tribal Chief like to have the Greatest of All Time acknowledge him?" Trish asks as she narrows her manipulative eyes
Hearing that makes his cock start to harden like his young fantasies were burning through his mind once again. "It would be my pleasure, Queen of Queens..." Roman says with a deliberate tone as he said 'pleasure' and took in the sight of her curvy body packed into that covering bodysuit. "Acknowledge me, Trish." He almost growls as he locks eyes with her seductive stare.
Trish glances down and notices the growing, hardening bulge within his black workout pants, before looking back up to Roman Reigns "I would be more than happy to acknowledge… My Tribal Chief..." Trish says in a slow, perfectly measured and seductive tone before she sinks onto her knees in front of Reigns. Reaching up with her hands, Trish slides her fingers down against the waistband and starts to push the workout pants down from his muscular waist.
His fat, lengthy Samoan cock soon springs free, hardening so Trish can see the kind of weapon that only a dominating Superstar could back. Roman easily steps out of the pants and kicks them back along the aisle of the jet as he looks over the stacked Canadian kneeling in front of him.
Trish smirks as she tilts her dusty blonde-haired head back to look up at Roman Reigns as she places her left hand around his nicely thick and long shaft "You Samoan boys sure do pack where it counts..." Trish casually comments as she starts to work her hand delicately along his shaft, moving the soft palm of her hand back and forth, feeling his shaft tense and harden more.
Roman arches an eyebrow at the comment, with a hint of irony there with who Trish was hinting at. "I'm sure they even don't measure up to The Head of the Table..." He boasts as his cock quickly gets hard from her experienced, slow and smooth strokes along his member.
Trish slyly smirks "Oh they measure up..." Trish says with a nod of her head before she brings her head forward and parts her lips as she soothingly takes the thick head of Roman's cock into her mouth. Trish begins to smoothly bob her head against Roman's impressive Samoan cock, only taking the first few inches into her mouth at times as she bobs her head.
"Mmmmm..." He moans, feeling those pouty, soft lips nicely stretch around his fat shaft. Staring down to watch her stunning face slowly moving along the top part as he looks her over. "So this is the Stratusfaction I've heard... Mmmmm... Rumours that were all the rage backstage back in the day..." Roman groaned, watching her slurp as he gave a hint of his skill to not just blow a load at this point as many a red-blooded male would just from getting sucked off.
Trish places her right hand on Roman's upper thigh as she holds his cock steady at the base with her left hand. Her head smoothly bobbed back and forth along his massive shaft, her soft and pouty lips smoothly dragging back and forth on his shaft, saliva teasingly dripping down on his shaft.
"Mmmmm... Yes... Acknowledge me..." Roman moans as his cock sinks deeper up into her eager, talented mouth as she sucks him off. Her arousal is shown with the hard nipples poking through her bodysuit and her blonde hair swaying as she works over his shaft. "Show me... Mmmmm... Why you're the Greatest of all Time..." He encourages with a smile as he watches his childhood crush now happily, if not with her brand of manipulation, blowing his massive dick.
Trish lifts her beautifully seductive eyes and looks up at Roman Reigns as she works her head back and forth, her pouty lips rubbing and grinding along his shaft as she works her talented mouth over the Tribal Chief's impressive tool. Trish turns her head and grinds her mouth gently on his shaft before she sinks her head further down on his cock
Roman stands proudly with his hands on his muscular waist to handle what her stunning, warm and wet mouth could offer. Trish worked over with a porn star pace, soaking his rod with her saliva and testing him with all her tricks to prove her wicked evaluation about him being built to handle her right at the moment. Leaving her free to slurp loudly as the sound of her blowing this thick slab of Samoan dick rang out along with his moans around the cabin of this private jet. So likely those up front would already know that some hot action was going in the back.
"Mmmm… Mmmmm..." Trish softly moans as she bobs her head smoothly back and forth on Roman's cock, while she starts to move her left hand on the lower portion of his shaft that is not in her mouth.
"Mmmmm... Feels damn good... As only expected from the Diva of the Decade..." Roman groans, watching Trish's tanned but still paler face slide closer to his exotic, dark-toned body as she gobbled up his fat dick. "Mmmmm... And you're seeing... Mmmmm... The Tribal Chief isn't some punk minute man either..." He bragged and certainly proved he could take her on as he lasted easily inside her mouth without even breaking a sweat yet.
Trish eases her head off of Roman's cock and smiles up at the Tribal Chief "I wouldn't expect him to be ..." Trish says as she holds Roman's cock at the midway point of his shaft before she uses her tongue and seductively slides her tongue over the swollen head of his meaty Samoan cock
"Mmmmm... And The Head of the Table isn't afraid... Mmmm... To return the favour... As only fitting for the woman saving the Women's Division..." Roman says between moans as he takes her tongue work. Stroking her oversized ego as much as she's doing to him.
Trish lifts her head away from Roman's cock and lightly tosses her hair back as she moves her left hand back and forth along Roman's shaft, spreading her saliva against his entire shaft "You're a smart man..." Trish says with a smirk.
"Then if you'd be so kind? Get up and let me properly say Thank You, Trish..." He handsomely says as he looks over that bodysuit-clad body.
Trish smirks at Roman Reigns before she scoots back on her knees and removes her hand from his shaft, placing both hands onto his muscular waist as she uses his powerful frame to lift herself from the floor of the private jet. Trish keeps her eyes locked with Reigns
before she turns her back to him and reaches with her left hand to push her hair out of the way. Trish turns her head to look back at Roman "Can the Tribal Chief unzip me?" Trish says with a deviously sweet smile
"Exactly what I was hoping..." Roman smiles cockily as he takes hold of the front zipper. Slowly pulling down that covering costume as her deep cleavage gets revealed much like she'd do on the upcoming edition of Raw. But he doesn't stop there of course. Pulling it down so that her costume peels to the side and those rounded, big MILF tits bounce free in their naked glory as his smile gets a hint wide. Zipping down until he's stopped just at her crotch to see she's likewise got no underwear on downstairs either.
Trish bites down on her bottom lip as she locks her eyes with Roman, placing her hands on top of his powerful hands which rest at her hips. Trish guides his hands down as the material peels away from her sink and starts to lower down her smooth and gorgeously tanned legs.
He smirks up at her as he slides the costume down, getting a good look at her tight, perfectly shaved pussy. Letting her step up before he stays kneeling, and it would only take the iconic female Superstar of the WWE to make the Tribal Chief take a knee to someone else. But doing so as he made her leg lift, putting it over his broad shoulder. Gripping her thick thighs as he pushed his face against her sex and let out a groan into her as he sucked on her pussy to get a hint of her arousal down there.
"Mmmmmmm..." Trish moans and lightly grits her teeth as she places her right hand onto Roman's head as she feels his expert tongue working against her pussy.
Roman, unleashing many years of having this stunning MILF as a fantasy, didn't hold back. Lashing with hunger at her tight slit to show he wasn't kidding about being able to dish out oral as well as take it. Licking away to taste more of that sweet pussy and smiling into her as she gripped his head and groaned out from the clear skill on display.
"Mmmmmmm… Ohhhhh… Ohhhh!!" Trish moans and closes her eyes as she lightly pushes against Roman's tongue and face, feeling him thrusting and lapping his tongue against her.
The Tribal Chief slides his hands along her tanned thighs. Lapping away as she grinds her twat down against his hungry tongue as her juices start to drip into his rugged, bearded face. Staring up to watch her shift as she runs his tongue along her folds and sipped down the delicious sweetness from the stunning but manipulative Hall of Famer.
"Mmmm… Ohhhh! I so fucking acknowledge you..." Trish groans as she feels his tongue working effortlessly against her snatch, pleasing her like no other.
That remark makes Roman growl lustfully into her wet pussy as he pushes his tongue into her snatch. His hands gripped her other leg, surprising her to put the other limb over her shoulder. Even on his knees, showing off his supreme strength to grip Trish by the waist and keep dining on her snatch while holding her off the floor of the private jet.
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In the front quarters of the private jet, The Wiseman and Special Counsel, Paul Heyman, with his arms folded, turns his head as he hears the loud, primal groan emanating from the Tribal Chief.
Paul Heyman shakes his head and closes his eyes "This isn't good... This is not good.." Heyman says before he looks over to Solo Sikoa "Solo… Forget Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens... Forget even your brothers the Usos... We've got a problem… A major problem..." Heyman says, locking his eyes with Solo. "We've got a Trish Stratus problem..."
Solo, with his arms folded over his chest, only briefly glances at The Wiseman before he stares ahead with that familiar, sour look that the Street Champion is known for. Not even flinching when the sound of a long moan from Trish Stratus is heard from the other side of the jet door. And unhelpfully for Heyman, staying trademark silent for the moment.
"Trish Stratus is a danger to the Tribal Chief... She's been a danger to the Bloodline dating back to the Attitude Era..." Paul Heyman says, taking a breath. "Our Tribal Chief is not thinking with a clear mind…"
Solo only briefly arches his upper lip as he suppresses a grunt as if he's thinking "No shit!" but doesn't say it. Hearing the sounds of lust from across the plane as he glances down at his currently untapped thumb before back to just staring ahead.
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Back in the main part of the private jet, the Mile High Club was in full effect as Trish was sitting back in the luxury chair Roman had been in when she first invited herself in. Her legs spread wide as the dominant Undisputed WWE Universal Champion slides his thick Samoan cock into her wet and tight Canadian pussy. Gripping her toned waist as he pushed in bareback before pulling back as he effortlessly went into a firm motion to fuck that Hall of Fame pussy with an approving moan.
"Mmmmmmm… Ohhhh fuck… Ohhhh!" Trish moans as she keeps her manipulative eyes locked with Roman Reigns, her hands onto his arms as he grips her slender waist and slams into her nicely wet and tight pussy.
"Mmmmm... Nice and fucking tight... Just I knew... Mmmm! The best of all time would be..." Roman moans as he stares down at her stunning MILF body as he thrusts into her tightness. Seeing her wicked stare as he smugly smiles back, as any man would getting to fuck the multi-time former Women's Champion as he works his thick rod deeper into her slot.
Trish bites down on her bottom lip as she moves to hook her gorgeously smooth, tanned legs around Roman's muscular waist as she starts to push back against his cock, feeling every inch slamming into her "Mmmmmmm… Ohhhh fuck… Mmmm! So good… So fucking good, Tribal Chief!"
Mmmmm... Nothing but the best... Ahhhhh... I don't just give this... Mmmm! Big fucking dick to any bland Superstar who wants to acknowledge me..." Roman claimed as his crotch started smacking off her tanned body. Making her big tits bounce as she worked that stunning, mature body against his muscular frame.
Trish licks her teeth as she moves back against the seat, feeling Roman's thrusts becoming firmer with each of his deeper thrusts, her rounded tits bouncing as he rams her.
His hands slide up her toned body, helping himself to a squeeze of her shaking breasts before going back to gripping the midsection. Firmly pumping in to moan out as he stuffed her wet love tunnel with his thick inches. Leaving her stretched so that when she returns home, she'd need to wait maybe a week or more before she was tight enough that her husband wouldn't know she's been railed by the powerhouse Tribal Chief of the WWE.
"Mmmmmmm… Ohhhh Roman… Mmmm… Ohhhh!!" Trish moans as her slender and gorgeous body takes inch after inch of his fat Samoan cock, his heavy balls smacking against her thighs as he rams all his mighty force into her
"Mmmmm... How does it feel, Trish? Mmmmm... Having your Tribal Chief... Ahhhhh... Thank you like this... Mmmm! With this big fucking cock..." Roman says with a deep, lustful tone as he firmly slams his dick deep into her wet and snug pussy. Keeping her bucking as her legs still grips his powerhouse body before he pulls her back down to take the next pump. The sort of hard pace that would have easily finished off many a Diva from Stratus' era let alone a good many female Superstars of today.
"Mmmmmmm... I acknowledge you, babe… Mmmm… How does it feel… Ahhhhh... To fuck the Greatest of All Time?" Trish moans as she lustfully pushes against Roman's muscular, powerful body as he easily moves her slender frame against him.
"Mmmmm... Damn better than I fucking thought it could be..." Roman admits with a moan as he only starts now to have a very light shine of sweat. Further impressing as he thrusts away into her slot, considering he'd been in the lengthy main event match less than a couple of hours ago. Now going balls deep in the iconic female Superstar's twat to make them both groan in delight as he fucks her on the luxury chair.
Trish bites down on her bottom lip as she moves her hands from his muscular arms and places her hands onto his rock-hard muscular stomach, feeling his abs with her fingers as she continues to rock and move beneath Reigns, feeling him hold deeply inside of her pussy for a moment before pulling out and then slamming back in.
“Mmmmm..." Roman pauses for a moment, letting her stroke over his rock-hard body while she grinds her wet snatch against his crotch. Allowing him to squeeze her tits again as he smirks handsomely. Going back to thrusting in and out to make her slide on the chair as the grip of her legs around him means he can pull back too many inches before ramming back in to make the slap ring out as he plunges in balls deep.
"Mmmmmmm… Ohhhh fuck… Mmmmm!! Fuck me, Tribal Chief...." Trish lustfully groans arching her back as Roman Reigns dominates her pussy with his fat Samoan cock.
"Mmmmm... Like the way The Head of the Table... Mmmm! Gives you his 'Thanks', Trish?" He groans, burying in and out of her as she leans back before he reaches down. Unwrapping her legs from around his chiselled-out-of-stone body so he can fully pull out. Gripping his nicely slick with juices cock as he smacks the fat crown of his dick against her moist lips a couple of times.
Trish slyly smirks and nods her head "Mmmmm… Fucking love it..." Trish lustfully groans as she looks up at the Tribal Chief before she sits up on the chair and moves to stand up. Trish stands facing Roman, locking her eyes with him, as she places her left hand around his shaft and delivers a few smooth strokes of her hand before she walks over to the leather couch adjacent to the chair and moves onto her hands and knees.
"Only the best for the Greatest of All Time, right?" Roman smiles as the two easily stroke one another's massive egos as they enjoy this Mile High Club fun. Reigns moved up behind Stratus as her position on all fours perfectly has her rounded backside in line with his crotch. Allowing him to step in and spread her thick cheeks apart as he pushes his cock this time into Trish's tight asshole. Groaning from the squeeze as he takes hold of her waist and starts to fuck the Legendary former Diva and now Raw Superstar from behind.
"Mmmmmmm… Fuck!" Trish groans and grits her teeth as she grips the leather seat cushions with her hands, her slender and gorgeously tanned, toned body tensing, as Roman eases his cock into her tight asshole, gradually working deeper into her ass.
"Mmmm! Guess this fine fucking ass of yours... Ahhhhh... Hasn't been tapped by any of the so-called... Mmmm! Superstars around Raw since you came back..." Roman says with a moan. Loving how vice-like her ass is around his fat cock. Watching her cheeks shake like she never left the Attitude Era as he pumped slowly and firmly in and out of her asshole. Showing this is far from the first time he's fucked some stunning ass before but never with this much motivation to play out a fantasy with a crush of his.
"Mmmmm... Like any of them… Ahhhhh! Could measure up..." Trish replies with a seductive laugh as she turns her head to look back at Roman Reigns, while she starts to rock on her knees to push against Roman's thick cock.
"Mmmmm... Damn right! Only the fucking Head of the damn Table... Mmmm! Can give a Hall of Famer like you... Mmmmm! The fucking good time she deserves!" Roman brags back, moving his hands back to grope her stunning ass before gripping her waist again. Seeing her booty rocking back into him as he pumps in to help fit more of those fat Samoan inches into her rounded Canadian ass.
"Mmmmmmm… Oh yes… Mmmmmmm!! You are so right, Tribal Chief..." Trish Stratus lustfully moans as she pushes back eagerly on Roman's massive cock, her stunning backside clapping against his muscular waist, taking him deep into her tight ass.
Reigns groans out, staring down to watch that juicy backside slapping off his darker-toned, muscular body as she impressively takes all of his fat dick deep between her cheeks. Her tits swaying underneath her with her hair doing the same while she stares back. Watching him firmly driving in as that loud slap of their desirable bodies connecting along with their moans can be heard in the cockpit of this private jet they're fucking in.
"Mmmmmmm… Ohhhhh… Ohhhhhh! Mmmmm… Fuck, Roman... Fuck me!" Trish moans, gritting her teeth as she keeps her eyes locked back with Reigns as she collides back against his cock, almost taking his balls deep into her ass.
"Mmmmm! You want it, Trish?" Roman growls a bit, thrilled by hearing his young crush begging for him to wreck her insides in a different way than how he dominates in the ring. Lifting a hand to give her rounded, tight ass a firm spank as she rocks back to meet him driving in. "Want the Tribal Chief... Mmmmm! Destroying the fine fucking ass of yours? Mmmm!"
"Mmmmm… Yeah… Mmmm!! Fucking wreck me, Tribal Chief!" Trish moans and hisses out as Reigns delivers another firm smack to her toned ass, sweat nicely coating the body of the Hall of Famer.
"Mmmmm... My fucking pleasure..." He says, keeping his fat cock buried in her ass as he moves up. Both feet on the couch and leaning over as his head is against the top of the jet's roof now. Mounting Trish as he works his hips down, plunging his cock deep into her backside while his balls slap off her skin as he pounds away.
"Mmmmmmm! Ohhhhhh fuck! Ohhhhh!" Trish moans out as her upper body leans down toward the couch, with her ass raised as Roman piledrivers his cock down into her hot Canadian ass.
The Undisputed WWE Universal Champion showing incredible stamina not just last to this point after competing earlier in the night but giving the stunning backside of the multi-time former Women's Champion the pounding she deserves. The clap is loud and sharp as he drills down and makes her buck against the lavish couch she's on. All as her pussy drips with the juices trickling down her thighs to leave a stain on the seating from this anal pounding.
"Mmmmmmm… Ohhhh fuck! Mmmmm! Give that dick to me, Tribal Chief!" Trish moans as her gorgeous body is coated in sweat, with her knees pressed down firmly into the couch, rocking swiftly in response to his thrusts.
"Mmmm! Fucking take it! Take that fucking dick!" Roman grunts, reaching down to take a handful of her dusty blonde hair to grip her. making her head tilt as the position gets even more rough and primal. Hammering down into her stunning ass as she takes the sort of anal destruction that many a seasoned porn star couldn't handle from this muscular stud.
"Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" Trish lustfully moans as she closes her eyes as the intense pounding of her ass causes the Hall of Famer to release her juices onto the expensive leather couch.
"Mmmmm! Thank... You... Trish! Mmmm! Thank... You... Trish!!" Roman groans, delivering single, stiff pumps to go balls deep into her ass as he almost chants her new arrogant catchphrase. Making Trish ride out the intense orgasm (and one that she got without even touching her pussy) from having her stunning ass wrecked as he fucked her through the peak. Keeping a grip on her hair as he drills her for another measured round.
Trish opens her eyes and lifts her head from the cushion of the couch, turning her head to look back at Roman Reigns with a sly smirk, "Mmmm... I definitely acknowledge you, MY Tribal Chief..."
Roman eases out of her more than well fucked ass. Proven by how gaping wide her asshole has been left as he moves off the couch. His already desirable body is layered in sweat as he moves around to his head. "Then you can do a little Thank You, Roman..." He said with a cocky smirk. Presenting his fat cock to her panting face as he grips her long blonde hair again.
Trish licks her teeth as she positions herself on her knees in front of Roman, while she remains on the cock, her face having a nice coating of sweat. Trish places her right hand around his cock as she parts her sensual lips and takes the Tribal Chief into her mouth, tasting her sweet ass.
Despite holding her hair he doesn't thrust as he lets her experienced lips drag along his thick cock as she happily cleans off the taste of her back passage from his size. No doubt far from the first time she's engaged in ass-to-mouth from her groans around his prick. Making him moan as he stares down and uses the hold on her hair to make it another ego boost, having already made the Hall of Famer cum after fucking her ass.
"Mmmmmmm… Mmmmm..." Trish softly moans around Roman's cock as her dusty blond hair is dampened from sweat, moving her head at a smooth and steady pace, her lips moving back and forth on his shaft, coating him nicely with her saliva.
"Mmmmm... Acknowledge me, Trish... Mmmm! Suck that fucking cock..." Roman groans as he watches her stunning face smoothly work along his member. His cock doing the first telling throb between her pouty lips that as dominate in the ring and the sack as he is, even the Tribal Chief has his limits as he takes another Stratusfying blowjob from the legendary beauty.
"Mmmmmmm… Mmmmm!!" Trish's soft moans vibrate around his thick shaft as she rocks and bobs her head, turning her head lightly to grind her lips each time she lowers her head on him. Trish's right hand rests steadily on the base of Roman's shaft, just above his large balls, while her left hand lightly caresses his muscular waist.
Roman grunts, his cock pulsing as he enjoys her stunning but manipulative mouth along his rod to keep an arrogant grin on his face. Letting her slurp away as the drool runs down his rod as she easily sucked the taste of her ass from those fat inches. The tanned MILF looking to finish the job as she bobs along him and moans as she knows just how to handle a hung Samoan like this.
"Mmmmmmm… Mmmmmmm..." Trish moans as her head bobs at a gradually quicker pace as she feels his cock tensing against her sensual lips, her saliva heavily dripping down on him and impressively able to take his cock without gagging.
"Fuck! Fuck!!" Roman grunts, holding two handfuls of her hair as his prick throbs as she sucks him off. "Fucking thank... You... Trish!! Mmmm!" He groans out as he finally hits his limit. Flooding Trish's mouth with thick, hot spunk and keeping his dick between her lips as he unloads so she gets a full taste of him. The seed oozed past her lips a bit from the sheer amount of those heavy balls emptying into the woman he had a young crush on.
Trish holds her head down on Roman's cock and keeps him inside of her mouth as she feels and tastes the warm explosion of his cum spraying into her hot Canadian mouth. Trish closes her eyes as she smoothly bobs her head along his shaft, milking the cum out as she greedily swallows the Tribal Chief's impressive load.
"Mmmmm..." Roman moans as she slurps to ensure she's got every drop of his seed with only a bit glazing her lips from the overspill. His cock falls out of her mouth, semi-hard as he steps back to watch her gulp down his cum. "Thank you, Trish..." He handsomely smiles as he looks over her naked, sweat-coated body.
Trish looks up at Roman Reigns with her seductive, beautiful eyes and takes a moment to lick the few little drops of cum from her lips. Trish then turns and then sits down on the couch, before she pats her hand onto the spot on the couch next to her. "Have a seat...." Trish says.
"I think I can do that..." Roman stays smiling, sitting down next to the Hall of Famer and lounging back. "After all, I am still the host here..." He said, referring to his private jet that was still a good few hours away from landing back in the United States.
Trish leans in toward Roman after he sits down and puts an arm around the back of her. Trish places her left hand against his muscular, sweat-coated chest and seductively moves her fingers against his chest. "You know, Roman… You and I could actually be beneficial to each other… You have a problem with your cousins..." Trish says before she shifts her manipulating eyes to look at Roman "...And I have a Becky Lynch problem..."
"...Well, I have a potential problem still with one of the Usos, but I understand your point." Roman says, locking eyes with her as she leans into him. "And I've personally heard enough of the so-called Man taking shots at me and my title reign... So I think we can work something out..." He said with a nod. "Even if it's just my boy Solo taking 'Big Time Becks' to the Streets without my help... And you or your bag carrier Zoey taking on The Usos? I'm sure we can work out a deal, Trish." He all too easily agrees. Perhaps not thinking over things without his Special Council to point out how she's manipulating things.
Trish smiles "You take care of Lynch..." Trish pauses for a moment "I take care of the cousins… And then, my Tribal Chief... I'll make sure you have plenty more Stratusfaction!" Trish says as she moves her hand against his chest, locking her eyes with him.
"That sounds like a fair trade... And The Tribal Chief always delivers on his promises..." Roman says, smiling again at the idea of fucking his childhood crush again. Especially after he's proven he can handle what she can bring, and she's able to last against one of his powerful drillings.
Trish smirks as she lifts her hand from his chest and offers her hand to Reigns "So we have a deal?" Trish asks with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
He smirks, shaking Trish's hand. "It's a damn deal, Trish." He says with a cocky tone. As if he's not exactly being as honest as she is with such a twisted promise. As fitting for two Superstars with egos as sky high as this jet flight has been for this Mile High Club sex session.
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