She gulped the ounces of spunk down, almost choking at the volume of the load. The world champ of sexfighting was known as KC. He was girthy, his cock put out huge cumms, but it looked like that last cumm really got to him. The scent of musk, the new jets of jizz, all of these attested to an orgy of sensations - all from two people.
Her tummy felt full, like she’d drunk a rich malt, but parts of her still starved for more. More cock, more sucking, more fucking, more crazed positions, more cum highs. All of these - she wanted more.
“Ready for round seven?” she growled, moving sinuously back towards his body. He gripped her hair, seeming to be in less control than a few hours before. It was looking better for the girl, the champion of Romania in her first meeting with him, the world champion.