With a triple sized cock, voluminous cumms and extraordinary control, Conner’s sexfighting record had been rocketing up. Numerous sexfighters and more than a few big names fell before his strength. He was undefeated.
That all stopped when he matched Melissa Cardinalle. In this webcast match, his big cock-addictive semen-soaking tactics did not have the effects he wanted. He couldn’t choke her or make her submit with a savage face fucking. A quart of cum down her gullet should have impressed her and did made her sputter, but it did not slow her down.
With each shot over an ounce of cheesecake rich jizz, more than one home viewer thought the bird would drown. Instead her belly grew full and his shots ebbed away.
“You’ve cum, bastard, but you haven’t made me cum!” said the red bird.
“Then I’ll fuck you into it.” retorted the still hard stud.
What followed next was a 45 minute tour de force of sexual positions, all of which had the theme of Melissa on the receiving end of a hard fucking. It ended in a missionary position with Melissa pulling the dog’s small of the back, wrapping her legs around the outside of his and fucking him back - hard.
Viewers saw that they did not expect, Conner losing the initiative and then, actually trying to get away.
A very short time later, Conner’s whimpers began to be heard as a very strong pussy was throttling a previously unconquered cock.
Conner’s second cum was entirely involuntary. It was forced, but had no less volume than his first.
His shots of Jizz went on for over three minutes and his body appeared to lose not only it’s aggressive definition - it actually appeared to soften and shrink.
Melissa Cardinale’s fans cheered when she pushed his limp form off the top of her and started berating him. “Is that it? Conner Wiler! Stud of the year! All out after just two cumms??? Surely you can make this one clit cum!”
Opening her legs, showing a bulbous clit, she seemed ready to cum. Her hand reached Conner’s 21 inch giant and slid with wet strokes over the too sensitive skin.
Near blackout, a small part of Wilder’s brain knew his fans were watching and more importantly, this red bitch ought to be primed for a cum.
The mutual masturbation went on for minutes. Wilder seemed to gain on Cardinelle, but she wrested back control and had him edging and begging within minutes.
Conner’s third cum shot all over her torso. It was accompanied by a derisive litany of his failures as a man to make her cum and how he didn’t deserve to even be on the same bed as her. Cardinelle then impressed on his now malleable mind that he’d never met a woman as sexy as her.
“Get out of this bed, you loser! You don’t deserve to be in bed with me. You’re completely beneath me, so get to the floor, you inferior man!”
A few minutes later fingering her own clitty, her compelling voice was giving him another command: “Get it hard again, loser!, Stroke it, you pathetic fuck! You can do THAT, can’t you?”
Having never been bested before, the utterly dominated Conner felt compelled to do whatever this sexually superior woman said. She edged him mercilessly for the longest time, berating him, saying everything right to make him break to her every whim.
When the time was right, she harvested his last cum with him on his knees. His hands were the means of Conner’s last cum but it was her thoughts and commands that really ended this worthy cocksman.
In a 3:0 match, Conner Wilder’s 17 win streak is snapped as he is utterly drained and dominated by Melissa Cardinalle.
