She refused to even look at him as she settled down on his rock hard penis. He began thrusting upwards, trying to bury himself so deep within her that her body would forever remember him, his impact forever present in the form of a giant, gaping hole where her vagina once was. She just waited. Her cunt had bought much longer, harder and more skilled cocks to a shuddering, ecstasy filled end before. This one was cockier than most… so often it is the cocky ones that are all bark and no bite. Here that was most definitely true. The real truth was he was beneath her in both a literal and figurative sense, she would get no personal pleasure from defeating him. Not that a little thing like that would stop her from making him lick her to orgasm the second after she won. She would get a lot of pleasure from that. A lot of pleasure indeed.
When she tried pitting that stiff nipple against my clit, it almost ended me. Holding back the cum, I drove her into a nipple climax that left her panting and on her back.
Insanely close to my own orgasm, we pressed pussies together. My next motions were the most excruciating delightful of the match so far. If she had moved at all, I think I’d have spasmed into a cum. She was still dosile, post-orgasmic, and close to her end.
As my clit road over hers and dominated, my whole body did the same. That was the moment of her final resistance. She came under me, and waded in the pleasure I provided. She obeyed my every gesture and utterance until we were both supremely satisfied.





