When he’d accepted cat’s challenge, hyena had been expecting an easy win. After all, he was a predominant sex-fighter and she was well… a waif. And yet even as she cried platitudes of ecstasy reaching yet another climax, the feel of her svelte sex squeezing his shaft likewise milked another cum-shot from his cock. The score remained resolutely tied, moving both of them up to 5:5.
With her bang covering one eye and a patch covering his, the two took a few seconds to recuperate from the matching climaxing. But even as she scaled the heights of ecstasy, she looked up at him longingly, eager for the next ascent. Eyes watering and mouth salivating, her smoky look and sensual movements kept him rock hard and ready to go, but despite his honed sexual stamina, the rest of his burly body was growing fatigued.
He’d been the dominator for the entirety of the match, and yet each time he’d work her up up to the boiling point, he ended up overheating as well. He couldn’t help it, her body was perfectly proportioned to make certain that every climax she had likewise resulted in one from him. And from her apparent insatiability, it was clear that he’d eventually fall short in this battle of mutually assured orgasms.
As she wrapped her legs around his insistently, urging him to continue, he now understood how despite being a rookie with only ten matches under her belt, she’d never lost one.
(Thanks to MafiaKirby for the image and MisterSteel for the captioning!)
