The Sexfight Champ of Milano hosts a visit from the sexfight Champ of Atlanta. They’ve both proven to be almost perfect foils for the other and the lead changes hands many times each day.

For most of today, her energy seems better than his. He’s gradually chosen to take the lower position. It’s a defensive move, and a smart one for him. He generally fucks defensively, conservatively, reacting to her on his back.

Frame One: Day Five, 10:20 AM: The Macho Milanese hurls another mighty salvo of strokes into the sexfighter from Atlanta thinking this might be just what breaks her. This is what he saved his energy for this morning. He does whatever it takes to make this bitch cum!

Frame 2: Day Five, 10:29 AM: They’ve both cum again, her first - then him, but this time, things have changed. He feels something critical. The relentless woman is still fucking HIM and his cock is 90% pain, 10% pleasure.

They both feel, one with hope, the other with dread, that they have shifted to end-game.

At 12:10 PM, his unconscious, used up body will lay supine on the wooden floor. His affectionate opponent will fetch a pillow, put it under his head, and offer water to the dessicated man when he wakes up.

Though she is glad to have prevailed, she too is sore - and well beyond satiation. They will discuss how they felt at different times in the match and for the first time they feel free to disclose how many times each felt almost sure they would succumb to the other.