Wakey Wakey Mr. Stud. Let’s do round five. You said your big stick was going to “destroy” my ass? Let’s see if you can. So far - it’s still here!
Anya was staring defeat right in the face.
The match started fine, she made Ricardo cum, some, during a mutual masturbation. It was heady stuff, talking down to him.
At first, the 69 that followed seemed to be a great way to lengthen her lead. But that lead to THAT ORGASM.
That orgasm broke her momentum like a sailing ship hitting a reef! That orgasm was one of the strongest that she could remember. That orgasm was inflicted with a dexterity that was beyond even her own to deliver - and who knew her body better than her? That orgasm lasted minutes, and by the waning minutes of that orgasm, she was winded, sexually crippled, over-satiated and how, oh how could that have happened to me!?!?
On her back, listening to him promise to make me cum even harder. Disbelieving, but afraid that he just might be able to… stroking his cock because that’s all that can be done to assert herself.
It’s impossible that the super-dominant Anya, Champ of her city, could be losing to this UNKNOWN guy who looks like he could take her title without even trying much. She didn’t want to break, but his gentle hand on her hair started a crack in her psyche.
It was from this that he ultimately broke the former champ of Novgorod.
Anonymous asked:
Oh, my dear studly Challenger,
These 3 rounds were the start of a very good sex workout. I’m looking forward to the next three after this break for water and a protein shake.
It’s true you did tire my abs. In the third round, hanging from the brass footboard while you held my legs and plowed me from behind was tiring, making me glow in time, but very satisfying. It’s distracting to cum that intensely and remember to keep a grip, but somehow it all worked out. Don’t think that just because I came once for a few minutes that I can’t go anymore. I’m giving you time to recharge.
The first round, when you shot all over my breasts from a mere kneeling handjob while cupping your balls, I was wondering if you were up to speed.
In our second round, you lasted a lot longer and my doubts disappeared. I love a straight out fuck and you can DO IT! First you were on top, them me, and we rolled and went all over the place with that. You had me close to cumming, and when I started getting close and tensed up - OMG you got excited from me being that close and shot so well. Mmmmmmmm
Let’s use the safe word of “bananna”. You’re more girthy than most banannas and I intend that we keep sex - exercising today until I make that stiff rod of yours about as soft as bananna pudding.
Drink some water and let’s see how we feel. I’m not ready to quit. Up for it?
Freds’ transition from Penn State to The Long Island Sexfighting Association: Jenine: “Nice move … impressive. But unlike your college competition, you see … I haven’t fallen apart. I’m still going to do you ‘till you can’t move anymore!”
Theon slammed this impossible nympho with enough cock to break anyone, but she kept rubbing her clit frantically, cumming ever few minutes and saying “More please” whenever he slackened the pace in the least.
What had started out as a heaven turned into a hell. She came more times that he counted. She reveled in his every load and did everything to get more.
She was female lust and sexual greed incarnate. Though his cock had tamed many a bitch, it could not tame her. Over a period of days, Theon was fucked to death, weakly squirting his last climax with his last heartbeat.
Do these ideas make it better or worse? Please let me know.
- Satyress
You are no longer a sexfighter, except at my command. You are now my slave and this is my attic donjon. This makes the basement look like a featherbed. … Here, we will make your new status irreversable.





