Marceline sweeps into the room, leading her man by the cock. She’s dressed in a thin neglegee.
Logan, is already naked, showing the thick 10 inches he uses to fuck his way to the top.
An epic sexfight is going to ocurr. A ten acre private island was the local for their second round resort sexfight.
Both Marceline and Logan breezed through the first round 5:0. For each other, they sneer at the idea of five rounds. They are both marathon power fuckers. They pride themselves on sensual power - for minutes, hours, days and longer if needed.
This is a two week maximum, fuck ‘till the other can’t marathon.
Both bodies call to each other. Her tits nearly spill over the red silk. His cock throbs repeatedly. Neither realize their nostrils flare like an excited mare and stud.
She turns on the flatscreen.
“I want you to know something, Logan. I’ve been training, getting ready for you. I had a six man team working with me. They were able to keep up with me for four days before I wore them out. Still think you’ve got what it takes?”