
“Urgh, I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore…” In the sport of sexual supremacy, sometimes it’s the conquerors who end up conquered. The ardent Tit-Hunter had been undone, hoist by his own petard as he helplessly watched Juggernaut Maserati clamber off his exhausted cock and milk what would be his final climax with her mouth.
Balls churned with cum, he gave a long low groan signalling his imminent defeat. As he fell the undeniable need for release rise, he wondered dazedly, ‘How did I come to this?
By no means a rookie, from the get go he knew that a Juggernaut’s greatest asset was her tits. Feigning infatuation, he’d extensively tested her breasts, jiggling them in his hands feeling their size, weight, and firmness. Maserati had seemingly fallen for it, after all, her rack was simply spectacular, what guy would pass up the chance to play with her breasts?

He knew of numerous ways to neutralize her immense advantage, and after fully sizing up his competition he understood that the only way to usurp such a marvelous pair wasn’t to tackle them head on, but to take the roundabout route. Fully expecting him to fall further into the allure of her chocolate cleavage, Juggernaut Maserati was completely caught off guard when he turned her around and bent her over. Whipping his dick out and pulling her panties down, Juggernaut Maserati was at his absolute mercy.

Though having effectively taken her knockers out of play, Maserati’s breasts weren’t the only extent of her allure. The chocolate beauty had curves galore, and with her tits off the table, he’d gone to start working her lower lips. As he steadily solidified his control she moaned in rising arousal.

Caught with her panties down and her tits out, that should have been it for Juggernaut Maserati. After all, he’d practically worked her to a froth with barely any back talk. But pride comes before the fall, and unable to leave well enough alone, he’d utter the fateful words that had twisted his fate out of his favor. Initially content to enjoy her defeat in peace, his disparaging remarks toward her tits had ignited something within Maserati. A determination to dominate him, utterly and wholly, all without ever using her breasts to her advantage. And she’d succeeded spectacularly, leaving him spent.
Total Elapsed Time Since ‘The Statement’: One hour and nine minutes.
[Thanks to Mister Steel for the rest of the match, served up hot!]

“What was that? I thought you said that this was supposed to come down to cock vs. cunt? You ‘bout to but a nut already?” Nearly an hour has passed since ‘the statement’ and our intrepid Tit-Hunter isn’t doing so hot as Juggernaut Maserati has taken decisive control of the duo’s sex-session. Leisurely riding her opponent, Maserati’s rolling hips have forced her opponent to renege on his word, desperately kneading her huge chocolate mounds.
“Nuh-uh…” he grunted, shaking his head as he tries to distract her by playing with her tits, “You’re not gonna make me cum that easily.”
“Tough talk for a guy who can’t take it.” She lets out soft gasps with each thrust, but it’s nothing compared to his fatigued breathing, “I can feel your red-hot cock getting ready to blow its load inside me, just give it up already.” He says nothing, but another stern flex from his cock lets her know that he’s almost at his limit.
(One image left in this set. But be careful what you wish for cuz I can keep 'em coming till they can’t walk. - Mister Steel)
Part one of a Sci-Fi, highly sexual society. The amazingly wonderful libidos is something I really love.
Answer: I’ve only helped to caption the one video which lasted about ten minutes. It was largely done by the primary person on the project and I just ‘fine tuned’ things. It was enjoyable. :)