The pale teen prodigy’s next attempted victim was Lief. Lief’s style was a potent combo of strength, size and confidence. The teen was routed, four to one and forced to admit defeat.
The pale teen prodigy’s next attempted victim was Lief. Lief’s style was a potent combo of strength, size and confidence. The teen was routed, four to one and forced to admit defeat.
”EEEEHHHHHH, OOOOOHHHH … FUCCCK OOOOOO” The third round was really the climax of the match. Up until that moment, she had the initiative in this bout. Here, Chuck’s power slams come to dominate Christine’s grasping cunt as she loses control and cumms moments later making the score 2:1. Her one cum had been much more intense than his prior two! For two more rounds he powered through her every attempt to regroup, making her cum hard and establishing his dominance.
In this “sex ‘till you drop” match, the score went to 3:2. With no reserves, Chris was on her back, opened wide up and hoped that the excitement of her collapse would turn the tide. Instead, his fuckstyle shifted emphasising his pubic bone mashing her overexposed clitty and she held on as long as she could against a tide of male power. Her final cum was even more intense than in round three and instead of it being 4:2, it was a knockout.
Chuck filled his opponent with what she couldn’t take for herself - a huge load of his cum. The issue of the best sexfighter in Virginia had been settled - at least for now.
In a best of five match, for the spring break title, it was tied at 2:2. Miriam had Len on his back when the fucker found just the right place with his cockhead, tickling that ridge of muscle inside her. This was impossible to resist and within seconds and to her disappointment, she found herself cumming. Physical pleasure mixed with the shock at her loss of the title of “Miracle Mile Mixed Sexfighting Champ”. As her lighting strike climax abated, she slowly started to slide to the floor. Len grabbed her hair and told her “I’m not done with you!”
She soon found herself on another wave of pleasure as the “Champ” found ways to please them both.
Rene’s serpentine moves enticed and relaxed Coraline. She knew this match would be one of skill, not force.
His stiffness outlasted her wetness and she had to concede. When it turns to real pain - it’s time to stop.
Raphael continued to pour it into her. He worked her body. She was fixed on him: learning his face, his body, his moves.
Where was this golden haired destroyer of men? Her seeming innocence gradually disappeared after he brought her to her first climax.
After his first cum, the golden haired destroyer of men challenged Raphael and the battle was on.
In time, Raphael was fucked - thoroughly and completely, and at the end, due to exhaustion, he was as passive as she had been in this first part. Another stud brought low by this seemingly innocent woman.
Dawn tried to get into his head as they matched. When they connected, he got even more into hers. Now she’s like a bird to a snake, seeming to be hypnotized by his ever present danger and the invasive thrills. He takes her apart, thread by thread and lays her to waste with cum after cum. At the end, there is no more of Dawn - she cannot remember her name - only the feel of him - the thrill. She does not regain herself until she wakes the next day supremely sore, overpleasured and satisfied.
She had defeated them both individually and rose above the entire field as the number one sexfighter of this tournament. Now the silver and bronze medal winners worked together to see if they could give the champion what she she had given to them both before - a mind bending cum.
His confidence took another hit when she turned and SMILED. She took his vaunted tool in effortlessly! She wasn’t pinned by it. She wasn’t struggling. Her velvet colored, wet furnace of a pussy was taking in every millimeter of him and massaging his shaft ecstatically. Who was going to end up fucking who?