Another over confident black stud has discovered her deceptive ability to control her opponent. She seamed totally oblivious to his oversized cock, and went about systematically destroying him, until there is nothing left of the once proud stallion.
Another over confident black stud has discovered her deceptive ability to control her opponent. She seamed totally oblivious to his oversized cock, and went about systematically destroying him, until there is nothing left of the once proud stallion.

Yasmin sat in her hotel room. She was a voluptuous woman of Iranian descent with olive skin and coal black eyes. She was covered in sweat having just had passionate sex with her date, a man that she had just gone out with once before. In truth, Yasmin was sure she was a nymphomaniac, for as long as she remembered she had always been in sexual overdrive. It continued to be a part of her life in which she was never sated. A little over a year ago, she had started competing in the New York state sexfighting circuit and while she quickly learned that it was a good way for her fulfill her carnal needs, she was not especially good–she came too frequently and as a result lost many of her fights. New York did not have a stamina circuit and so she had not experienced that type of fighting, but she had recently received an email introduction to compete in the Ohio state stamina circuit and had decided it would be something of interest. She would be flying to Cleveland in the morning for her first match in that league.
For the evening however, she woke the man again, and took him deeply as her wide hips and generous bosom accepted his muscular frame. By morning, he was spent, completely exhausted and unable to get out of bed. Despite being only 24, Yasmin had inherited a large fortune and had no problem leaving the man, with the suite paid for, as she left for her flight to Cleveland. 12 hours later she was in the fighting room, standing naked across from an attractive young man with dark hair and a small frame, with a disproportionately large phallus. As she saw him, she felt herself moisten just below the narrow triangle of pubic hair that she kept neatly trimmed. Her tattoos were mostly on her back but there was an ornate decoration around her navel that drew the young man’s attention. The buzzer sounded and suddenly the two combatants were engaged in a passionate embrace and he had plunged deep inside of her welcoming warmth and voluptuous breasts. The rhythm was quick to follow and Yasmin came very quickly after they began having intercourse. After several more minutes, the rhythm increased more and they began to sweat. Their body fluids intermingled and their limbs intertwined. The friction between their bodies generated heat beyond that of just their sexual passion and they continued to thrust and parry with one another. He rolled her onto her belly and penetrated her first from behind and she pumped furiously back at him. He felt an intense warmth start to engulf his penis and he bucked in response, a jerk in his rhythm. Then she squeezed with her powerful vaginal muscles and he groaned. She worked him while barley moving her body, using only her vaginal muscles to bring him to come. It was something that she liked to do when having sex for personal pleasure–work a man intensely with just her pussy. He exploded in her and groaned as they continued to fuck intensely. She squeezed tighter and he yelped, then said “Oh my god what the fuck are you doing to my cock?” She smiled to herself as he continued to pump her from behind and she saw that the clock had reached the two hour mark. He reached around her and grabbed her big breasts roughly and tweaked her nipples. She realized she liked it and squeezed his cock harder. He screamed, “Fuuuuuccckkk” and pulled out, taking the two minute break he was permitted looking at his withering cock. She laid on her chest, ass up and waited patiently. He was whimpering as he tried to massage his dick back into fighting status.
“What the fuck,” he asked, “What did you do to my cock?”
She smiled, “I squeezed it a little, you wimp…now come fuck me like you mean it…” and she shook her hips at him. He got hot his knees and spread her ass cheeks.
“I’m gonna fuck you, you slut, you’ll beg me for mercy…” and he plunged his shrunken cock, now hard, into her ass and she groaned. They began to fuck hard now, her excited, him a little angry. He pulled her hair and groped at her big chest. She gyrated on him. She realized she was loving his effort and the sex, but she dismounted and turned to face him, she plunged her tongue into his mouth as she whispered, “Stick it back in you weak excuse for a man…” he drove into her ass again and she gasped as they continued to fuck. She couldn’t squeeze his cock the same way with her ass, but he came again nonetheless and their passionate contest reached the three hour mark. Her sweaty breasts lubricated their embrace and he pulled out of her ass and entered her vagina again. She gyrated on his cock and began to crush him again. He whimpered and grunted with exertion as the heat of passion and her crushing strength overwhelmed his cock. He had fought many times but never a woman like this. He grunted and moaned, “I give, I give, you win…” and he fell backwards.
She had won. She thought she might like stamina fighting…This could be something she could get used to….

Yasmin sat in her hotel room. She was a voluptuous woman of Iranian descent with olive skin and coal black eyes. She was covered in sweat having just had passionate sex with her date, a man that she had just gone out with once before. In truth, Yasmin was sure she was a nymphomaniac, for as long as she remembered she had always been in sexual overdrive. It continued to be a part of her life in which she was never sated. A little over a year ago, she had started competing in the New York state sexfighting circuit and while she quickly learned that it was a good way for her fulfill her carnal needs, she was not especially good–she came too frequently and as a result lost many of her fights. New York did not have a stamina circuit and so she had not experienced that type of fighting, but she had recently received an email introduction to compete in the Ohio state stamina circuit and had decided it would be something of interest. She would be flying to Cleveland in the morning for her first match in that league.
For the evening however, she woke the man again, and took him deeply as her wide hips and generous bosom accepted his muscular frame. By morning, he was spent, completely exhausted and unable to get out of bed. Despite being only 24, Yasmin had inherited a large fortune and had no problem leaving the man, with the suite paid for, as she left for her flight to Cleveland. 12 hours later she was in the fighting room, standing naked across from an attractive young man with dark hair and a small frame, with a disproportionately large phallus. As she saw him, she felt herself moisten just below the narrow triangle of pubic hair that she kept neatly trimmed. Her tattoos were mostly on her back but there was an ornate decoration around her navel that drew the young man’s attention. The buzzer sounded and suddenly the two combatants were engaged in a passionate embrace and he had plunged deep inside of her welcoming warmth and voluptuous breasts. The rhythm was quick to follow and Yasmin came very quickly after they began having intercourse. After several more minutes, the rhythm increased more and they began to sweat. Their body fluids intermingled and their limbs intertwined. The friction between their bodies generated heat beyond that of just their sexual passion and they continued to thrust and parry with one another. He rolled her onto her belly and penetrated her first from behind and she pumped furiously back at him. He felt an intense warmth start to engulf his penis and he bucked in response, a jerk in his rhythm. Then she squeezed with her powerful vaginal muscles and he groaned. She worked him while barley moving her body, using only her vaginal muscles to bring him to come. It was something that she liked to do when having sex for personal pleasure–work a man intensely with just her pussy. He exploded in her and groaned as they continued to fuck intensely. She squeezed tighter and he yelped, then said “Oh my god what the fuck are you doing to my cock?” She smiled to herself as he continued to pump her from behind and she saw that the clock had reached the two hour mark. He reached around her and grabbed her big breasts roughly and tweaked her nipples. She realized she liked it and squeezed his cock harder. He screamed, “Fuuuuuccckkk” and pulled out, taking the two minute break he was permitted looking at his withering cock. She laid on her chest, ass up and waited patiently. He was whimpering as he tried to massage his dick back into fighting status.
“What the fuck,” he asked, “What did you do to my cock?”
She smiled, “I squeezed it a little, you wimp…now come fuck me like you mean it…” and she shook her hips at him. He got hot his knees and spread her ass cheeks.
“I’m gonna fuck you, you slut, you’ll beg me for mercy…” and he plunged his shrunken cock, now hard, into her ass and she groaned. They began to fuck hard now, her excited, him a little angry. He pulled her hair and groped at her big chest. She gyrated on him. She realized she was loving his effort and the sex, but she dismounted and turned to face him, she plunged her tongue into his mouth as she whispered, “Stick it back in you weak excuse for a man…” he drove into her ass again and she gasped as they continued to fuck. She couldn’t squeeze his cock the same way with her ass, but he came again nonetheless and their passionate contest reached the three hour mark. Her sweaty breasts lubricated their embrace and he pulled out of her ass and entered her vagina again. She gyrated on his cock and began to crush him again. He whimpered and grunted with exertion as the heat of passion and her crushing strength overwhelmed his cock. He had fought many times but never a woman like this. He grunted and moaned, “I give, I give, you win…” and he fell backwards.
She had won. She thought she might like stamina fighting…This could be something she could get used to….
((Replacing the male in this with Shining Armor))
Chrysalis, the queen of the changelings, was infamous for being able to take in love and lust from her victims. A simple change of her form and she would have them. Shining Armor was no different, but instead of her taking it from him, Shining gave it to her! The stallion loved his soon to be wife and used everything in his arsenal to please her. Chrysalis was overwhelmed quickly, finding her mind in a haze from the stallion’s skill in the bedroom. The Captain of the Guard had started on her since early afternoon and Celestia’s Sun was raising in the distance now. The queen was being flooded with love, making it hard to fight back. The stallion just knew how to work her temporary form, hitting it spot with extreme precision.
In the end though, Chrysalis dropped the transformation by accident. Shining Armor saw her and froze, his mouth opened to demand an answer before a quick bolt struck his head. Soon the stallion was unconscious on the bed. Soon Chrysalis would follow suit, her body finally being able to process all the love. Still fatigued and tired, she slowly began to close her eyes and fall asleep herself. She also managed to throw up her disguise as well.

Julie watched the fight on the monitor. She enjoyed good sex as much as, no actually more than, the next person and had been competing in the sexfighting circuit for over 8 years. Tonight was not about her fighting though–she was a Class A fighter but was actually a competitor in the stamina division as to the fight that was going on tonight which was a “short course” fight. The difference between the two divisions was that the Stamina division was based on longer, sensual fights where quantity of orgasms were less significant than pure intense sexual drive. It was rhythm and flow whereas Short course fights were aggressive, intense, multi-orgasm fights that rarely lasted more than 3 hrs they were based on a first to reach number of orgasms whereas stamina fights were purely submission and number of orgasms were not used for scoring. Stamina fights could last 24 hours sometimes. In one rare record-setting instance the national championship in the stamina division had last two days and seven hours. That was in 1983 though and both fighters were using cocaine, a practice long since abolished.
Tonight though, Julie watched the Southwest regional championship from the privacy of her own bedroom, using her own toys to “engage” in the fight herself. She was particularly interested in this fight because her dear friend and former lover Tim Patterson was in the regional championship for the 4th year in a row. He had won the regionals for the past 2 years and was a strong favorite. His opponent this year was a woman named Heather Baxter. Heather was the Texas state champion, age 27 and was somewhat unique in the sexfighting circuit in that she had competed successfully in both the intergender and single gender leagues. She had recently destroyed the former southwest single gender women’s champion, Lucia Paredes, in a 6-0 shut out. The blonde was 5’ 1, with DD cup implants and a tight body. She only weighed 103 lbs. In contrast, Tim hailed from Arizona and was 5'11, strapping physically with light brown hair and a chiseled jaw line. He was incredibly well-endowed and had a seductive air about him. He was 27-0 this year and was an overwhelming favorite in this best of 9 fight.
The lights came on in the fighting room as Julie massaged herself seeing her beautiful friend enter the room completely naked. She couldn’t help but be impressed by the petite, cheerleader-type blonde that entered across the room from him, her pin-straight almost white-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders to her mid back, where a small tattoo was nestled right above a perfect, heart-shaped ass.
The fight had been drawn as a female superior, 69, missionary, doggy, then free, cycle and so Tim laid down on his back, his huge cock throbbing for the world to see as the blonde mounted him to start the fight. The fighting room was mic’d up and so Julie was able to hear Heather purr as she mounted him, right before she took him inside, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, Timmy” and she slid down onto his entire shift moaning with pleasure as she took him in. To much of the viewers surprise and especially to Julie’s, Tim responded immediately to his opponent’s mount with a simple, “Oh my god, what the fuck…” and then the fight began.
The first four minutes was wild. Heather gyrated and bucked as Tim tried to keep up with the wild Texan. She flung her head back and sat bolt upright on him, putting his hands on her big tits and pumping furiously. She used her thighs to keep him tight and her powerful buttocks clenched and released as she gyrated. She was a screamer and kept screaming at him to fuck her like a man, pound her so she knew he was there. Julie stopped taking care of herself and sat upright, riveted to the monitor–this was a man who was so big, he had made her cry the first time they had sex.
Heather punished her opponent with a fury like none he had experienced before and in 4 minutes he had come for the first time. She literally hopped off of him, gloating as if barely breaking a sweat. 1-0 Heather Baxter.
The next round would be different, Julie thought to herself. There is no way a woman that small can take all of Tim’s cock in her mouth and Tim was great with his tongue and fingers. He would work her into a frenzy for sure. The two positioned themselves on the bed with her on top in a 69 position. While it was hard to tell, Julie thought Tim looked a little rattled. The cameras adjust and the screen went into split screen so viewers could see both ends of the fight. As the camera focused on the Texan’s face, Julie couldn’t help but notice that she was strikingly beautiful, with high cheekbones, bright blue eyes and full, round lips. The fight began and Heather did nothing except close her eyes and smile in pleasure. Tim’s enormous cock was throbbing in front of her. In contrast, Tim was “doing his thing” as his fingers gently probed and explored but his tongue also flickered around her clit and in and out of her vagina. Her hips seemed to twitch and as he worked her, she clearly enjoyed what he was doing. After a few seconds, she began to tongue his shaft. Then she danced around the tip of his penis and he involuntarily raised his hips. "Holy Shit" thought Julie, “what the hell is happening?” The next thing that happened stunned the entire viewing audience, but Heather took Tim’s entire cock into her mouth without gagging. She didn’t keep it in long but it was clear that Tim was unbelievably pleasure by it as the two went to work stimulating one another. Heather’s head bobbed up and down as she licked, sucked and inhaled Tim’s shaft and Tim worked methodically on her pussy. The battle wore on as sweat broke out on both fighters and Heater frequently paused to gasp or chirp in pleasure. After several minutes Tim turned some attention to the blonde’s ass and as his finger plumbed the depths of her ass, the blonde shuddered and arched her back moaning, clearly on the brink of an explosive orgasm, but to the audience’s surprise, she was able to suppress it and go back to work furiously on Tim’s cock. Moments later the blonde arched again and screamed in pleasure and the crowd saw the inevitable. She put her hands on his hips for support as she sat on his face and gyrated, her eyes closing seductively as she moaned “Oh, god…” her big implants were covered in a sheen of sweat, but she didn’t come and she regained her composure and went back to work on Tim’s cock, head bobbing in a rapid and powerful rhythm and moment’s later Tim roared to life, exploding inside of her as she took in every drop he unloaded on her, never gagging once despite his powerful thrusting. Wiping her mouth as she sat up, she the screamed, bucking wildly and gyrating, her big breasts undulating with the movement of her body. Her hands shot up to her head as she ran her fingers through her hair. "Oh god, yes, that feels sooooooo good…“ she purred as she exploded in an intense orgasm on Tim’s face. Despite the fact that he was no longer shut out, Tim was clearly frustrated that he had come before her here too…
Both fighters regrouped and prepared for the third round. Julie watched with even greater intensity now as missionary was clearly Tim’s best position. Despite being uninvolved, she realized that she was drenched between her legs and began pleasuring herself again as her friend mounted the petite but busty blonde. The woman wrapped her arms and legs around the big man and arched pleasurably as he entered her. He began to rhythmically pump and thrust, his buttocks and back muscles rippling with exertion as he did so. His opponent’s face contorted with pleasant discomfort with each thrust of his enormous cock that was punctuated by a high-pitched chirp after each thrust. She was not a passive player though and she worked him as much as he worked her. 10 minutes passed and neither fighter showed signs of yielding…20 minutes and both were drenched in sweat now and her eyes were clearly rolling back in her head as he clenched his jaw trying to keep up the pressure. They worked each other intensely as they moved together powerfully fucking. Tim could not feel his cock at some points, the heat and muscular squeeze from her dominant pussy playing tricks on his mind. 28 minutes and he grabbed her ass, pulling her closer and she pushed his hand away. It was subtle but he noticed it and he was an excellent fighter after all. He was starting to lose his cool though and wasn’t sure he could hold on long enough to do what he needed to do. He sat up and grabbed her hips and she sat up with him, though at first she stayed on her back and let her body work his cock. As they sat up together, she pressed her big tits into his face and he almost exploded again right there. They worked each other furiously as he moved his hands about her hips and buttocks. She clearly tried to push him away but he wouldn’t let her. Their sweaty bodies pumped furiously across each other as their muscles rippled and time passed the 30 minute mark. Tim then made his move, plunging a finger into her tight asshole. She threw her head back and her eyes were glazed. She screamed in passion and pleasure and bucked wildly, almost uncontrollably–so much so that Tim exploded for the third time emptying inside of her as she exploded herself in a multi-orgasm event that saw her come repeatedly until she fell off of him, gasping for air, eyes glazed, covered in sweat and sexual juice, moaning. She was dazed and her body was twitching. She cupped her breasts as she tried to recover, and she massaged her pussy. She was rocking a little on her back as she brought her knees to her chest. 34 minutes and Tim was exhausted too. He was frustrated that he had succumbed again but he was hopeful that he had made up a little ground since he could tell she had multiple orgasms. He looked at the scoreboard and couldn’t believe his eyes. She had come 4 times in that explosive event.
4 times.
The scoreboard read 3-5. It was over. He had won.
At home Julie exploded in a self-induced orgasm. She hadn’t realized that she was entranced by the fight that she had nearly her entire hand inside as she pushed her thumb down onto her clit and completed her own victory…she was excited for her own upcoming fights….
His ten minute challenge was a mistake, Trish thought. After only three minutes she had cum like a screaming slut and she was barely holding off another. Her pride was the only thing keeping her in this match.

It was the european union championships, in the Alsace region of France. The finals were upon them, 2015. A then-unknown immigrant from Nigeria, Asinkaya Abedande had destroyed her side of the bracket, having defeated every opponent with an aggressive sexual approach that had left two men literally crying. Having started in the round of 128 ranked at 120, the woman had shocked the tournament and had defeated her semifinal opponent, a 3-time prior EU champion and well-respected German fighter, Henrik Dunn, in the shortest fight in EU history, eliciting a verbal submission 6 minutes and 37 seconds into the match.
Strikingly gorgeous, she had visually captivated many of her opponents. She was tall, at least for a woman, at 5’ 10 and thin, with small breasts and a beautiful, toned body. Her long legs had allowed her to cling to opponents in many situations. Despite being only 22 years old, she had clearly had considerable familiarity with intercourse. Her opponent in the finals was Sean McEninny, an Irish fighter who had won the championships the prior 2 years and had done exceptionally well in this tournament as well. Light blonde hair and light skin made for a stark contrast in tonight’s fight, and despite the young Nigerian’s success, McEninny remained the favorite, with odds giving him a 10:1 favorite over the gorgeous woman.
The fight lasted 4 hours and 12 minutes. There were only 4 orgasms in the entire time. In the end, she had to be carried out of the fight room, shaking and sobbing, his enormous cock having punished her continuously over that time. He was raw and damaged on the bed, and also had to be carried out. His cock had suffered severely from her powerful pussy and he had ultimately not been able to best her. In fact, she had only come once despite the fact that he was enormous, more experienced, and extremely powerful. She had wrapped herself around him and had done things with her pussy that he had never experienced previously. She worked him to a frenzy and down again repeatedly until he collapsed under her onslaught and was defeated. She was the new EU champion, a virtual unknown.
The old champ had outcum, out fucked and outsexed twenty-eight challengers, studs and sluts alike.
She stood strong in sexuality, like a mighty oak tree.
When she was toppled by the young challenger, the fall was long, majestic and in a way, beautiful. Each moment after the Champ realized what was happening was a progression in the felling of a strong being.
Each cum was a split and breaking of the psyche.
It took a long time and an exhausting effort by the challenger to bring this oak tree down.
The new champ was unsure it would stay down.

The crowd was roaring. It was the first time in 4 months that a heavyweight national title match was at hand. It was the longest stretch in history and that was mostly because opponents had come to fear the title holder of the mixed match heavyweight champions, Theresa Lindell. At 5'10" 137 lbs, 38DD, the blonde was a spitting image of Anna Nicole Smith in her prime. At age 34, she had held the title longer than any other person in history, going on 8 years. At the age of 26 she had defeated another dominant sex fighter, Jim Dominic, aka the Monster of Manitoba. Since her victory, Lindell had come to be known as the Canadian Queen. While she had an unblemished record in Canada, having won 93 matches, she had not enjoyed quite the same success in International Rules Sexfighting. She had a respectable international record of 24-9, having made it to the finals of the International Tournaments twice but losing soundly both times. Given her lack of success in the international arena, and one particularly brutal bout, The Canadian Queen had decided to stick with in-country bouts and had dominated the scene. She had contemplated retirement twice, but her sex addiction had gotten the better of her and she could never get to the point of truly retiring.
Her opponent tonight was a 28 year old heavyweight named Christian Parker. He was 6'4 and 223 lbs. He was ripped in ways that Theresa had only dreamed and he was hung like a bull moose to use the old proverb. He had amassed an impressive record of 23-0 at this point and impressively had only given up 4 orgasms in his entire professional career. Theresa had watched his last fight and knew that he would be a formidable opponent, but she had outfucked larger and more powerful men in her career. She was in excellent shape and was ready for this match. The two met in the fighting room and exchanged pleasantries. As with all championship matches the first “round” would be limited to a maximum of two hours or one absolute submission. Theresa got onto all fours and Christian mounted her from behind. The crowd roared as the two began their battle. Furiously the young challenger pumped deep into the champion’s pussy and she pumped and bucked wildly back at him, pounding him with her hips and generous buttocks. Her big breasts shook wildly as they hung beneath her and the two became covered in sweat.
The back and forth exchange was intense and neither fighter yielded in their assault on the other. The 2 hr mark came and the round was completed. The scoring table showed one of the highest scoring matches in history, with young challenger having made an impressive showing. Interestingly, he had cum 6 times in the two hours–more times than he had over his entire career and the champion had suffered her worst single round loss in her career having exploded in orgasmic fury 17 times in just the two hours. The two fighters separate from one another, covered in sweat and other bodily fluids and the crowd was stunned to see Theresa Lindell broken-appearing and spent. She rolled off the bed and as she attempted to gain her feet, her legs collapsed beneath her and she caught herself on the edge of the bed. The crowd gasped as the powerful champion struggled to regain her composure and a bedside ref came to assess her. As the crowd focused on the battered blonde, the young stud rolled off the bed and also fell to the ground, spent. He was quick to his feet though, with some effort but he was able to reach his corner with some help of bedside furniture to support him.
Meanwhile, the referee was frantically assessing the champion, who still appeared dazed and had been unable to support herself entirely. Seated on her corner stool now, the champion had a dazed look and quickly iced her battered pussy. The buzzer rang for the 30 second notice and the champion got to her feet, still unsteady. The knock signaling 10 seconds and the need to get out to bed came but she didn’t move. She was oddly dazed. After a second she took a step forward and her legs gave way again. The bedside ref came out again and began speaking to her in earnest. Christian waited for her on his back on the bed. Theresa spoke frantically back to the ref and shook her head. She forced herself to her feet and made it to the bed. She mounted the young stud and easily took his entire cock deep within her as the second round began. There was no time limit on this round, it was a submit and quit round now and the two fighters went to work on each other. The crowd watched as the champion demonstrated why she had been such dominant force in the league: despite being utterly spent, she had pressed her body into her foe and had engulfed him–her body sapped of its natural juices so that his cock was destroying her raw pussy. Nevertheless she pumped and gyrated furiously ultimately bringing him to orgasm twice in the first seven minutes of the second round. Sadly for her, he retaliated, thrusting into her until she had a continuous string of 4 orgasms herself. He was able to flip her into missionary position. The two fucked wildly as the battle continued–the stunning blonde trying to regain her dominant position but to no avail. She came repeatedly. He fucked her brutally and slipped a finger into her asshole eliciting a scream of wild excitement. He racked up the points, 14, 15, 16 orgasms as she no longer had control of her body, though despite being completely dominated she still brought him to orgasm 5 more times. He had cum 13 times in this match and she had reached a total of 39 orgasms–unable to defend herself at all. Her body had given everything it had and she was breaking at the hands of the young challenger. As he felt her beginning to crumble, he arched his back away from her and took his thumb, pressing it firmly onto her throbbing clit and she wailed in an explosive 40th orgasm, “OHHHHH MY GOD I’M DONE!” she screamed as she thrashed wildly and he penetrated her deeper than she had felt in her career. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH I GIVE, PLEASE I GIVE!!“ He raised his arms in triumph and leapt off of the former champion–a shell of a woman, spent, broken and feeble on the bed. She curled in a fetal position, rocking on her side….a new champion was crowned….
Sizeland:
“Multi-Cum” Mitchell Hernandez meets Freida “Ever Oral” Bronson in an online broadcast matchup.
Mitchell barely makes the minimum size limits for the site, and within minutes, Freida’s sloppy suctioning pulls the first of many cums from his shaft.
The action here is just after his first cum, as he attempts to impress her with his length.
He fails.
She takes and enjoys all he has to offer with barely a gag.