In a small apartment block near Paris, Reine is giving Martin a taste of sexfighting. Matrin appears poised to draw first blood, but Reine prefers to take the longer road to victory.
He had been a fool to challenge her. He was so far past his limit. The only parts that still worked on him were his eyes, his cock and a small part of his brain. He was sure she had arranged it this way. She is just that good.
At first, she took everything he could give her and came back for more … and more … and more. When he had no more to give, she started to take.
She took his loads repeatedly. Later she took his pride as she conquered his body, part by part. After a few more of his involuntary cumms - she robbed him of most of his muscle control.
Hours ago, he had the illusion that he was enough of a man to take on Ms. Sexfight Brooklyn. Now, he was being turned into jelly. She wouldn’t stop until he turned into her sexual knockout number 23.




