10:00 Saturday Morning:
He was inferior, got-damn it, she HAD to see his fucking cock laying on it’s side. She HAD to see his smug face changed into the lines of absolute defeat.
This match had gone on for over a day, and it was time to end it. She was sore, but she gambled. It hurt a little, but it felt better than it hurt. She knew she had to make him cum HARD this time and break him.
He couldn’t know what was going on inside the champ’s mind. He could read her expression and feel the lessened lubrication she was making. Was it possible that she was going to fold?