After four enormous cumms, the usually dominant Frank felt like his world had inverted. Instead of hammering out cum after cum from an aspiring size queen, he was on his back in this match, trying to come back while being titfucked by the oiled up Jenny.
His usual iron rod piston was wobbly. His muscled torso wasn’t working as an engine of dominance. She was the one in charge. He was panting, trying not to spill another load of spunk to the sexy hot woman who had already ripped most of his sex drive away from him. Perhaps there might still be a chance to properly fuck this woman!
Then, she shifted from the titfuck to just using her hand.
Her slick hand was gripping his cock, sliding the entire length of his shaft. His nuts were rumbling while her eyes took him in. She appeared pleased. She appeared to own him. His head lolled, his throat grunted, his teeth gnashed as he tried everything to keep from cumming.
“You’re not going to give it to me Frank, so I’m going to take it again. MMMMMmmmmmmm.”
Frank cumms again. It’s a moment of pleasure and shame. It puts him into an end phase and beyond any hope of dominating this woman. In the moments after, fragments of thoughts bounce in his cum addled mind. “How could she know where I was that closely? How could she?”
Franks mind reaches the inescapable conclusion that she will drain him utterly. Frank KNOWS at that moment that Jenny’s sexuality is so far beyond his, it’s hopeless to oppose her. This is the moment that she truly becomes his superior.
