Katy Perry v. Anne Hathaway
By CanadianLou
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At 5’8, Anne Hathaway had the body of an athlete. Maybe if she wasn’t born with movie star good looks, she would have gone down the sports route. But, like most girls, Anne dreamed of being an actress.
Hathaway’s star power has afforded her many luxuries, and her Oscar nomination assured her of an elite status. But Anne’s hunger for recognition and respect became something of an obsession. She could have been very content making family comedies that would dominate the box office, but she chose to abandon her audience and try grittier fare. Once she garnered respect from the thespian crowd, she began to court the adult audience with broader dramas. Now considered one of the finest actresses of her time, Anne should be content.
But she wasn’t.
She wanted anything and everything that other women had. Anything they could achieve, she could achieve at a higher level. When she heard about celebrities competing in the ring, she felt that it was the next logical progression of her career. The women who have found success in this arena have gone on to become international superstars. The most recent example of this was Angelina Jolie, who rose from bit parts to global phenomenon once she established herself in the squared circle. Anne wanted that, and wouldn’t rest until it was hers.
Thanks to her financial security and intricate network of contacts, she was able to get some of the finest trainers available. In secret, she had a gym installed in her home so that she could do conditioning in private. Any girl could throw on a pair of tights and climb between the ropes, but if she was going to do this, she was going to do it full throttle.
Anne’s coaches said that she was technically very competent. Her height gave her certain advantages, and her months of cardio training and exercise had made her leaner and tougher while still allowing her to maintain her feminine features. Their criticisms were that she was a bit too rigid and her mannerisms were far too conventional. In terms of pro athletes, she was less Michael Jordan and more Dan Majerle; nothing flashy but could still get the job done.
Believing it was the lack of coaching and not a lack of talent, Anne fired her first round of pros and brought in a second team, who also discovered that underneath the bright smile was a very determined-and demanding-starlet. They too found her to be technically proficient but lacking that flair. Despite their recommendation that she take another few months to hone her skills, Anne decided that in order to prove her worth that she would step into the ring and see how she fared.
The promoters were more than happy to give Anne a tryout, as they had been hungry for some time to get her in the ring. Hathaway’s All-American girl-next-door look had broad appeal, and if she panned out, she could be a true draw. If, on the other hand she was a bust, then at least it would be fun to see the relatively clean cut woman get worked over.
Anne was given a tryout match against Samaire Armstrong, a lesser known actress who wasn’t yet famous enough to be in a match in front of a crowd. Armstrong and Hathaway both met at the ring at an assigned time, with Anne bringing her entire scouting team for feedback. Because this was a “dark match”, Samaire chose to simply wear a sports bra and shorts. Anne, on the other hand, had a custom-made one-piece on, complete with her initials. Her initials were also emblazoned on her white wrestling boots, a sign that she was unafraid to throw money around.
Hathaway refused to talk with Samaire beforehand, preferring to keep this at the same level of intensity as an actual match. Anne’s training was evident from the opening bell, as she took Armstrong down quickly with a waistlock. Once she had her on the mat, she locked in a modified chicken wing and Samaire quickly tapped out.
Since this wasn’t a match, Anne ignored it. She broke the hold, hoisted Armstrong to her feet and delivered a textbook powerslam. The effectiveness of the slam knocked Samaire out cold, something that surprised those in attendance. In the end, the report read that she was technically sound but still quite monotonous and…dull. But there was no denying that she had talent.
Anne’s contract contained several provisions, including her own dressing room and input with regards to who she would face. She was invited to the arena to see a live show and experience the entire event, which she did from a private luxury box. The meeting was held during intermission, where the production team pitched her some opponents. Many of the familiar starter names were there; Alexis Bledel, Kristen Bell, Rachel Bilson and Taylor Swift. Anne rejected the list, saying that she didn’t want to take the easy route and face off against a jobber. They tried to explain to her that she had to establish herself, a notion that she immediately dismissed.
After intermission, she watched the debut of Katy Perry. Perry faced off against Mila Kunis, and after an overly theatrical entrance, Perry dominated and decimated the smaller brunette. Hathaway was impressed with Katy, feeling that if someone with such a lack of talent could win the crowd over, so could she. While Anne objected to Perry’s use of sexual attacks, which she often referred to as cheap stunts by the untalented, she couldn’t help but admit that there was a certain innate charisma in the singer.
“I want to face her,” she demanded. Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, they reluctantly agreed.
The fight was quickly booked, as Perry was more than anxious to get in the ring with a star of Hathaway’s level. Katy Perry figured that it was a no-lose opportunity for her. Her debut match against Mila Kunis couldn’t have gone better, and with her popularity already on the rise, another high profile match would do wonders for her. Besides, the thought of getting her hands on Anne Hathaway’s body was more than enough incentive.
On the night of the fight, Katy Perry received an unexpected visitor. The man introduced himself as a former member of Anne Hathaway’s training team, and after his unceremonious departure, he had an axe to grind. He offered to give Perry some last-minute tips, hoping that his often ignored field reports would finally come in handy. What he handed her was a dossier containing a blueprint for how to beat Anne. It listed her strengths, her weaknesses and her entire arsenal of moves. Since Hathaway lacked an inert drive, her every strike and hold was taught to her by this man. This man that she ultimately fired because he refused to acquiesce that she was better than she was. Now, her secrets were being gently placed into the hands of the one person who could do the most damage, and she was completely helpless to stop it.
Anne Hathaway requested to be introduced first, since she knew that Katy Perry was going to try and upstage her anyway. Anne came out first to a well produced bed of music in her now signature outfit; a monogrammed two-piece turquoise outfit topped off with her white wrestling boots. She had her hair up in a ponytail, and had capped off her conservative attire with wristbands. Despite appearing nude in her most recent film, Anne’s view on baring skin was very reserved. Unless it was essential to the integrity of a story, Hathaway would never appear naked. That same philosophy translated in her ring gear, as she felt that a talented wrestler didn’t need to resort to cheap T&A.
At that moment, Katy Perry’s music hit. The arena lights dimmed as a spotlight shone onto the entrance ramp. Perry came out in her now trademark leopard bikini, accompanied by pyro and fog. Katy sang a few notes along with the crowd before strolling down to the ring amidst the pops and flashes of cameras. Never one to be modest, Katy climbed onto the apron and bent over the top rope, giving the fans a chance to snap pictures of her thong-clad ass. She then blew a kiss to Hathaway as she slowly slid between the ropes.
The confident Hathaway dispatched with the referee’s prematch instructions, choosing instead to stand in the middle of the ring and wait for her opponent. She took it as an act of self-assurance, while to most in attendance it appeared to be the actions of a haughty bitch. Anne rolled her neck from side to side as she swung her arms, looking more like a competitor and less like someone playing this for laughs. Katy, on the other hand, was leaning against the turnbuckle with her sunglasses pulled down to the tip of her nose. She stuck her tongue out at Anne before going back to waiving at the crowd.
“Come on ref, if she isn’t going to take this seriously…” Anne pleaded as she gestured towards the theatrical woman.
“Don’t worry Annie, I never take things seriously. Like later when I get to play with your tits, I’m going to have loads of fun.” Katy punctuated the taunt by squeezing her own breasts and jiggling them, hoping to unnerve the seemingly cool Hathaway. Anne shot her a displeased sneer as the referee moved into position.
Once the bell rang, Katy strolled to the center of the ring. Anne had her hands up like claws, looking to engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Katy, expecting Hathaway to do just that, couldn’t help but hold back a snicker. If Anne thought that Katy was going to engage her in a straight wrestling match, she was sorely mistaken.
Perry put her arms up like Hathaway and the two women began to circle. Anne was examining Katy the way she was trained, hoping to detect a weakness. Perry, after reading the file, knew exactly what her opponent was doing. Sensing that Anne wasn’t paying attention, Katy moved her hands upwards. As Hathaway’s eyes followed, Perry swung her foot forward, catching Anne between the legs.
The unexpected kick stunned Hathaway, who wasn’t used to the kind of mind numbing pain a low blow could inflict. It was literally mind numbing, in that her brain began to swell and feel warm. It was her body’s natural defense to subdue the pain, but it also had a more visceral reaction. The seemingly calm and cool Hathaway let out a screech of pain as her hands dropped down to her crotch. Seconds later, she dropped to her knees before rolling into a ball. All of her moves were purely instinctual, because she wasn’t able to think clearly enough to defend herself.
Proud of the sneak attack, Katy again blew kisses to her fans. She grabbed hold of Anne’s ponytail and pulled her head back, forcing Hathaway to look up at Perry. Standing over her downed opponent, Katy decided to show her dominance by forcing the sitting girl’s face against the front of her leopard thong, mock-humping her head. Humiliated, Anne shoved her away.
Hathaway began to regroup, rolling away from Katy in an attempt to get to her feet. She got to her feet and looked around, but couldn’t find Perry. Realizing it a moment too late, Anne figured out that Katy was behind her. Seizing her opportunity, Katy dropped to her knee and delivered an uppercut between Anne’s thighs. The second low blow once again brought Anne to the canvas as she rubbed her wounded womanhood.
Katy grabbed Anne by her ankles and dragged her to the center of the ring. Hathaway was helpless at this point and found herself at the mercy of the pop star. Perry hovered her foot over Anne’s crotch again, looking to the fans for encouragement. Anne put her hands up in protest, but before she could form the word “No”, it was too late. Katy stomped down on Hathaway’s helpless pussy, driving the heel of her foot into Anne’s most sensitive region.
Perry then contorted Anne’s body until she had her in a Boston Crab, with Anne’s bent knees being used to put pressure on her back. Hathaway was far from the ropes and trapped with nowhere to go. Her only option seemed to be submission, but she refused to lose in such short and humiliating fashion.
Katy arched back further, putting more pressure on the trapped beauty. To add insult to injury, Perry slowly rubbed her butt against Anne’s, a sign of her complete control. “You wanna end this thing early, sweetie? I got things to do.”
“N…n…no…” Anne replied as she wildly flung her arms, hoping to get to the ropes. Surprised at her toughness, Katy gave a slight nod before cranking back on the hold again, wrenching the small of Anne’s back. When that didn’t seem to work, Perry figured she would make the most of her situation.
The Boston Crab quickly became a half crab, as Katy maintained the hold on Anne’s left leg. This freed up Perry’s right hand to do some damage. The sinister mind of the dominant brunette began to turn as she slid her hand down towards Anne’s abused sex. Katy agonizingly dragged her nails down Anne’s thigh until it was just outside of her bottoms. As soon as Hathaway knew what was happening, she began to flop around like a fish, hoping to avoid further embarrassment.
Just before Katy could claim her prize, the trapped woman managed to slip out. Anne quickly scooted to the corner to recover as a dejected Katy Perry pouted. “It was almost mine,” she said as she lightly rubbed her own pussy. “Soon enough, right?”
Anne breathed heavily in the corner, realizing that she might be in way over her head. In the course of a few minutes, she’s been kicked three times in the crotch and almost made to submit to a Boston Crab. Maybe she should have taken more lessons. Maybe she should have listened to her trainers.
Those thoughts of self-doubt were quickly shaken away as she rose to her feet. She knew should could beat Katy Perry, and she was going to be damned if she was going to lose her debut. “You thought you were so clever, didn’t you? Only a scourge has to resort to cheap tactics like that.”
“What the hell did you say, nerd?” Katy replied with a smirk. Frustrated, Anne charged Perry, surprising the singer. Hathaway tackled her to the ground and the two were now jockeying for position. Anne’s technical blueprint was out the window as this had degraded into a catfight. Anne latched onto Katy’s hair while Katy tugged at Anne’s ponytail as the two women rolled back and forth. Finally, it was Hathaway who wound up on top and she quickly pinned Katy’s arms down.
Through labored breaths, Anne decided to unleash her first taunt. “Well…looks like I got you pinned…loser.”
Seeing her predicament, Katy responded the only way she knew how. Perry’s look of frustration vanished as she smiled a mischievous grin. “Okay, you got me, I’m all yours,” Katy said as she began to push her waist upward, rubbing her leopard panties against Anne’s crotch. “Ooh…I like being…pinned.”
Anne didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, she finally was in control of the match, with Katy nearly immobilized. On the other hand, the lewd singer was grinding against her, which could lead this match down a path Hathaway needed to avoid in order to be victorious.
Katy amped up her efforts by letting out pleasurable moans, pausing for brief respites to examine the expression on Anne’s face. Hathaway’s look of frustration and disgust let her know that her tactic was working. “You’re making me so wet…keep pinning me! Pull my hair! Show me who’s boss!”
“You’re disgusting,” Anne scolded as she maintained her full-body pin. While she knew she had the leverage at the moment, she had nowhere to go from this position. As she tried to think, all she could notice was the increasing friction between her legs. She was mortified, annoyed and, to her dismay, enjoying every second of it.
Sensing her resolve starting to wear down, Anne knew she had to take action. She quickly moved her knees, using her weight to push herself into a seated position on top of Katy’s stomach. She maintained her grip on Perry’s arms, keeping the girl pinned to the mat while preventing her from dry-humping anything.
Katy was now in a real predicament. As she looked up, she saw the towering figure of Anne looming over her. Had Hathaway been an experienced fighter, she would have slid forward and smothered Perry into oblivion. The helpless Katy wouldn’t be able to stop a facesit at this point, and she knew it. Luckily for her, she knew that Hathaway wasn’t trained in such maneuvers, as the field report stated that Anne wanted nothing to do with the pseudosexual offense put forth by most women.
The weight of Anne on her chest began to deplete Katy’s oxygen, and unless she did something fast, she wasn’t going to be long for the fight. Using her dancer body to it’s advantage, Katy swung her legs upward, hoping to catch Anne in a leg scissor similar to what she did to Mila Kunis in their fight. Unfortunately, Anne is much bigger, so her plan didn’t work. When she swung backwards, she was unable to coil her legs around Hathaway, but the move inadvertently struck the dominant girl in the head.
Dazed, Anne teetered just enough to allow Katy to roll free. Perry quickly got to the corner, hoping to catch her breath. She knew that Anne had respect for the rules, so she wasn’t worried about a cheap attack.
Hathaway, meanwhile, rubbed the back of her spinning head. The knee shot caused the room to start whirling, and Anne couldn’t quite seem to get her footing. As she looked across the ring, she saw two different Katy Perry’s coming towards her. Despite shaking her head feverishly, nothing seemed to clear out the cobwebs.
Katy saw as Anne balled up her fists. According to her file, she was told to make fists and threaten her punches whenever she was unable to focus. It was clear that Hathaway was off her game at the moment, so the opening was Katy’s. She ducked Anne’s first wild punch, which missed by such a distance that it was clear she couldn’t see straight. To highlight this point, Katy reached forward and smacked Anne in the face. Hathaway shook off the blow and swung again, and again she missed Perry. Katy swooped in again, this time smacking Anne’s right breast. Aggravated, Anne swung a third time. Katy grabbed Anne’s arm and used it for leverage to execute a judo throw. Hathaway was flung over Perry’s shoulder and came crashing to the floor.
Perry wasted little time taking advantage of her new situation as she climbed on top of the downed Hathaway. Katy pinned down Anne’s arms as the roles were now reversed, only Katy intended to take full advantage of her position and had no qualms about playing “dirty”.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” Katy teased as she pushed Anne’s cheeks together, pursing her lips. “I am going to have so much fun playing with you.” Hathaway tried to wiggle free, but Perry had her trapped. To demonstrate her dominance, Katy decided to tease her prey. She put her hands on Anne’s top, slowly tugging down the straps.
“Stop! Don’t do this!” Anne protested, but they fell on deaf ears. Katy pulled the straps down as far as she could, but chose to leave Hathaway’s top on. “If you’re going to beat me, do it the right way.”
Katy smiled upon hearing this. “The right way? The right way? You mean like the way your trainers told you to compete? Aw, sweetie, that’s not gonna happen. I’m going to humiliate you so badly that you’ll never want to get back in a ring ever again. Unless you just wanna quit now and go home. Because if you don’t…it could get a little…” Katy paused as she cupped Anne’s breasts, “…rough.” She punctuated her threat by squeezing Hathaway’s chest through her top, sending a very clear message.
“Please,” Anne continued in a calm tone, “don’t do this.”
“Funny, that didn’t sound like a submission. I guess you aren’t aware what I can do to you. Did your training crew teach you this?” she asked as she again latched onto Anne’s full chest. Katy popped Hathaway’s tits out from under the turquoise top, revealing two hefty alabaster breasts, topped with inviting pink nipples. They looked pale in Katy’s tan hands, but their impressive size wasn’t lost on the fans. Perry sunk her hands into Anne’s naked flesh, mauling her sensitive exposed breasts.
Anne shook her head from side to side as she let out a banshee wail. Her milky white skin quickly turned red from the mammary abuse, as Perry wildly shook her boobs in her iron grip. “You may suck at wrestling, but you’ve got one hell of a set of knockers,” Katy teased. She released her death grip, opting instead to open-palm smack her tits. Anne’s breasts bounced back and forth to the rhythm of the strikes as a loud smack reverberated throughout the arena. Katy batted them from side to side, delighting in the look of pain on Anne’s face. “Guess you don’t like me playing with your boobs, huh? I wonder how you feel about me welcoming your cute little nipples to the match.”
Before Anne could scream out, Katy latched onto Hathaway’s pink nipples, pulling them upwards in a violent tug. Perry pinched away with reckless abandon, drinking in the mews and cries Anne was now emitting. With her perky breasts being reduced to targets, Anne Hathaway was resigned to just lay there and hope it would end quickly.
But that’s not Katy’s style. She had Anne right where she wanted her and she was going to have fun with Hathaway’s nubile body. Perry loosened her talons a little, letting Hathaway catch her breath. Katy watched as the color began to return to Anne’s flushed cheeks, studying intently the defeated yet relieved expression on Hathaway’s face.
Katy lightly stroked Anne’s tits, gently massaging them the way a lover would. She could feel Hathaway’s hands try to struggle free, but Perry knew she had her pinned down and trapped. Anne stared daggers into Katy, letting the buxom wrestler know that she was hating every minute. And that made this all the more enjoyable for Perry.
“You know, we don’t have to make this all bad,” she said as she cocked her head to the side. “I beat you fair and square. You’re trapped and I know you don’t know how to get out. We can either lay here while I get to second base with you or you can just admit that I won and we can get to the fun stuff.” To punctuate her point, Katy reached one hand back and gently grazed Anne’s crotch.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Hathaway yelled as her body began to violently buck. Katy countered this by pressing down on Anne’s shoulders, keeping her pinned.
“Now that wasn’t very nice. You have to save your energy because when I fuck, I like a lively gal. And trust me, Miss Goody Two-Shoes, I’m going to fuck your loser brains out.”
Anne tried to swing her legs upward, similar to what she’s seen Perry do. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have Katy’s dancer training or her dancer physique, so it wound up being even more energy unnecessarily exerted.
“I tell you what, since you’re just SO anxious to take this to the next level, let’s say we give the crowd a show, okay?” Katy reached back and unclasped her bra, teasing the fans as she slowly pulled the garment away. Once it was off, she strategically covered her exposed nipples, denying the thousands of flashbulbs a chance to snap a picture. “No no boys,” she scolded as she waived a finger, “Anne is the one who gets first dibs.”
“Whatever you’re thinking of doing…just…don’t do it…or else…” Anne’s voice was trembling as she had no way to back up the threat. Her training had covered some counters, but nothing overly extensive. With Perry’s knees pinning down her arms and Katy’s weight keeping her body neutralized, Anne was completely trapped. Even worse, since she was so sure that she would avoid any of the sexual aspects of inring competition, she wasn’t used to the kind of physical and psychological abuse being dished out. And Katy Perry, in a few short matches, has shown that she is a mistress of psychological torture.
“Oh silly me, I forgot that this wasn’t in your training. See, you’re still awake and willing to fight, but all I want to do is knock you out so I can take off your fancy little wrestling panties and make you my woman. So, since I can’t just choke you with my hands because we’re not in, like, a prison movie, I have to improvise. And why would I deprive you of a chance to feel my naked boobs pressed against your face?” Katy removed her hand, giving the audience a brief glimpse of her unencumbered chest, before lowering her massive breasts over Anne’s face.
Hathaway’s eyes widened as she saw the tanned breasts inching closer and closer towards her face. Then, before she could figure out whether to screech or hold her breath, her features were engulfed in Katy Perry’s wondrous cleavage. Her firm, full breasts quickly formed a tight seal around Anne’s nose and mouth, trapping her. Hathaway’s hands weekly flailed around as muffled pleas rang in Katy’s ears. Perry could clearly hear Anne screaming, “I quit!”, though all it sounded like was “mmmphhhh.”
Katy shifted her shoulders back and forth, which made her pendulum breasts sway side to side, gently smacking Hathaway in the cheeks as she struggled to catch a breath. Finally, Perry lifted her body, allowing Anne to suck in some air.
Relief quickly faded for the trapped alabaster girl as Katy again lowered her chest. Perry was relishing the moment, but her joy was quickly turning into arousal. Deciding that she’d tortured Anne enough, it was time for her to…ahem…get her victory.
Katy sat up and gazed down at the panting but still surprisingly radiant face of Anne Hathaway. “Well that was fun, huh?” Katy’s sadistically cheerful smile terrified Anne, who realized that Perry was in heaven at the moment. “So,” Katy started as she looked upward and bit her lip like a nervous teenager, “I don’t wanna be too forward or anything, but I think I kinda like you. And I hope you like me too. But before this goes any further, you have to know I’m married.”
“You’re a complete psychopath,” Anne replied, knowing full well that she could be breast smothered again at any moment.
“Yeah, you’re cute too. But since I’m married, this can only be a one time thing. It doesn’t mean that this can’t be special,” she said as she began to reach her hand back towards Anne’s legs.
“No! Please! Don’t do this! I give up! Just leave me some dignity!” Anne pleaded. “I won’t wrestle again, I swear. Just stop!”
Katy sighed. “I know you’re just saying this to make me feel better about the whole cheating thing. And that’s why I love you, I guess. But deep down I know you want me to strip you naked in front of all of these people and defile your little pussy. But you’re selfless like that. And you deserve a reward.” Perry slid her hands down to Anne’s briefs and gave them a light tug, causing the audience to explode in applause. Then, in one quick motion, she pulled the bottoms off, leaving Hathaway in nothing but a smile.
Anne sobbed as she pleaded with Katy. “Please…please show mercy…please don’t…please don’t…”
“I won’t stop, I promise.” Katy began rubbing Anne’s neatly trimmed pubic mound, working up a frantic pace with her hand. The friction alone was sending waves of pleasure up and down Anne’s body, despite her clear protests. Hathaway bit her lip to stop herself from crying, but it was no use as the tears of humiliation fell down her beauty queen cheek. Katy then got more daring as she slipped in a finger, probing Hathaway’s warm and surprisingly moist pussy. “Aw, you’re so wet. That means you like me too! I’m so happy,” Katy teased as she continued her act.
“Go to helllllll…” Anne trailed off as Katy’s expert fingers began to really do their work. Between the rubbing and the fingering, Perry had Anne right on the edge of orgasm.
“Such a sweet little pussy you have. I bet you never let a girl do this before, and that is such a mistake. Look at how much you’re loving this…” Katy mocked, knowing that Anne was close. “But I’m not gonna let you cum unless you beg me.”
Anne’s bloodshot eyes looked up at Katy, as through tears she mumbled, “I hate you sooo…ooo…ooohhhh!” As soon as she started to talk, the building waves of ecstasy began to creep up.
“Aw, you wanna cum so bad. It would be cruel to just stop, right? But if I let you finish, then I guess it really would be cheating.” Katy pulled her hands away from Anne’s increasingly reddened vagina, smearing whatever initial juices he had on Hathaway’s tits. “On the other hand, I don’t think it’s cheating if I have an orgasm, since I did kick your cute little ass and all. I think I deserve a little reward, right?”
“You are a chea…” Anne’s words were cut off as Katy slid forward and pressed her leopard thong against Hathaway’s mouth. Perry was now an expert at the facesit, knowing how to position her body to give her the maximum effect. Her paper-thin panties barely covered her warm sex as she thrust herself against Hathaway’s nose and mouth. Anne had never tasted a woman before, so this was a very jarring experience for the in-ring virgin.
Katy violently ground herself against the classic beauty, fucking her face with what seemed like pure aggression. Perry’s violent facesit was too much for Hathaway, who could do nothing but smell, see and taste the effects of Katy’s dominating pussy. Anne succumbed again and began to bawl, distraught over her situation. Perry then cupped the back of her heard, forcing her deeper and deeper into her snatch. Anne couldn’t catch a breath, and was in danger of being smothered out.
But Katy didn’t care. She just wanted her orgasm that she worked hard to get. Perry glanced back at Anne’s naked body, fixating on her exposed tits and pussy. Those were Katy’s now, she thought. She showed the world that she is not someone to be messed with in the ring, and that made the impending orgasm all the more sweet.
“I’m going to…I’m going to…I’m ohhhhh…” Katy yelled as she finally exploded. Her seemingly endless thrashing finally subsided as she rolled off of the semiconscious Hathaway. Katy Perry climbed to her feet on wobbly, post-orgasmic knees and raised her hand in a well-earned victory.
Soaking in the crowd’s applause, Katy put her foot on Anne’s pussy as she began to pose like Hulk Hogan. She continued to wave and dance over her fallen, naked foe before bending down to retrieve Anne’s bottoms. As a final sign of dominance, she rubbed the material against her still slick pussy and inserted the soiled garment in Hathaway’s mouth.
Anne Hathaway might have been an Oscar nominee, but as she laid there naked and unconscious with her own panties in her mouth, it was clear that Katy Perry was the true winner today.