Anya was staring defeat right in the face.
The match started fine, she made Ricardo cum, some, during a mutual masturbation. It was heady stuff, talking down to him.
At first, the 69 that followed seemed to be a great way to lengthen her lead. But that lead to THAT ORGASM.
That orgasm broke her momentum like a sailing ship hitting a reef! That orgasm was one of the strongest that she could remember. That orgasm was inflicted with a dexterity that was beyond even her own to deliver - and who knew her body better than her? That orgasm lasted minutes, and by the waning minutes of that orgasm, she was winded, sexually crippled, over-satiated and how, oh how could that have happened to me!?!?
On her back, listening to him promise to make me cum even harder. Disbelieving, but afraid that he just might be able to… stroking his cock because that’s all that can be done to assert herself.
It’s impossible that the super-dominant Anya, Champ of her city, could be losing to this UNKNOWN guy who looks like he could take her title without even trying much. She didn’t want to break, but his gentle hand on her hair started a crack in her psyche.
It was from this that he ultimately broke the former champ of Novgorod.