Now into the fifth hour, the sexfight Queen of Shropshire is barely able to stay in this match. She’s cumming about every 20 minutes in response to his varied moves and constant fuck-style. He’s averaging about one climax an hour. She’s hoping his next would be his last, but he shows little sign of tiring - unlike her.
For the first hour, things were pretty balanced between these two. Then, for a time, she was ascendant, sucking him to two cumms in a row.
How long ago was that power for her.
It was natural to go to a 69 at that point. She was ‘blowing him away’. That position she immediately regretted as he was very, very good in that way and triggered a particularly debilitating chain of cumms for her.
For the last two hours, she has been on a slow decline relative to the strength of the sexfight King of Surrey.
She recalls being in charge. She loved the feeling of dominating him. She feels her body growing more lax as his will continues to overwhelm hers. She feels her juice running out and it angers her faintly still that he is not completely satiated.
Then she feels an all too familiar tightness spreading from her pussy telegraphing what’s to follow.
Her exact thought is: (OH, GAAAA - Not another CUMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.)
A ragged moan passes her lips, music to the ears of the Sexfight King of Surry.