On the chair, Jess was struggling as Jim was wearing her white cunt out.
On the couch, Sharon was about to take Will’s penultimate cum.
In a little more than 20 minutes, both of the second stringers will be satisfied pools of goo on the floor. Hard Jim and wet Sharon will then meet up in the ultimate sex competition to determine exactly who the fuck-king or fuck-queen really is.
Tell me, sexfight fans - who finally won - and how?
Sharon walked confidently across the room to face an equally confident Jim. They had been making eye contact for the past two hours, knowing they would ultimately battle each other. Sharon straddled Jim, and as she felt his glistening cock slide into her, she immediately noticed a substantial size difference. Jim knew she had felt his extra girth, and caught her slightly shocked expression as she took him balls deep.
They pounded each other for another two hours in a variety of different positions. Meanwhile the two losers regained conscious and watched from across the room, witnessing the sexual clash of the titans.
As the battle neared its climax, Jim was on top of an exhausted Sharon driving deep into her, she had just enough strength to clamp her pussy muscles down on his cock to prevent him from bottoming out inside her. This force around Jim’s cock proved to much for him at this late stage in the fight, and he blew the biggest load of cum Sharon had ever experienced inside her, before he slumped across her back. She turned her head and gazed at the two observers from across the room. “He’s done!!… You win!!” they cheered, as the realization slowly dawned on her that she had defeated her rival, and claimed the title of fuck-queen.
