Two hours into the match, he’s on top, trying to make her cum again, holding her by the throat.
He growls: “You … you don’t know how I am … I’m fucking you into oblivion!”
She has no answer, but she’s feeling where he is and is soaking up the good sensations. Despite his hand and his words, she feels serene and pleasured. She basks in it - riding the waves of sensuality. She knows there’s a lot farther to go in this match, and there’s a lot more pleasure to come.
This position marks his last time in a dominant position.
Minutes later, in a fruitless attempt to make her peak again, he cumms. She rides that out. He’s slowed by this and she gains the initiative. His aggression remains as spent as his body and she retains command for the rest of the match.
Her aggression is more refined, demanding his exertions to please her, taking him harder when he falters.
After two more cumms, he’s unable to continue, and loses by TKO.