To begin with, it was slow and sensual. She began by wrapping her hands round his cock and taking it deep in her mouth. She felt him respond, his cock getting even stiffer and a low groan escaping his lips. Once she felt he had been softened up enough she stood and forced him onto his back. There was little resistance. He was clearly overwhelmed by her incredible sexual prowess. She even allowed him to exert a bit of control, ripping her clothes off her. It was important to let him think he still had a chance in this game of cat and mouse. Then she started her gyrations, grinding down upon him, feeling him shudder beneath her. His prized member swallowed up by her cunt. She was only a matter of minutes away from success.
‘Why hadn’t he cum yet?’ She’d been busy playing with him for long enough now, he should have given up and embraced defeat. All of a sudden she was the one close to the edge, holding out against the relentless strokes from below. She couldn’t help herself. She was getting hot, skin flushing, trying to keep her composure. Then, in an incredible display of mental and physical strength, lifted her off his cock and slammed her down on the couch. She was so shocked that she didn’t even register his fingers entering her until it was too late and he had her moaning and writhing around before him. She couldn’t hold herself any longer, with a sad yelp, she came, her juices squirting out of her oversexed pussy.
That wasn’t all. He had no intention of stopping until he’d had his pleasure too. Too weak to do much but squirm, he easily manipulated her, taking her in a variety of different ways until she willingly knelt before him and happily accepted the cum of the victorious sexfighter. It hadn’t been a game of cat and mouse. It had been a game of cat and dog.
Well done!