She gave a prolonged gasp as she was overcome by ecstasy for the fifth consecutive tie. It was only a gasp because he’d stolen her energy for anything more vocal after her third climax.
They were both sex-fighters of intermediate rank with an identical amount of wins and loses to their names. Having never had a match-up with the other and both on the verge of becoming a professional, it had been decided that this match would be the perfect tie-breaker and to see if either had what it took to enter the big leagues.
From the get go he’d taken the lead,powering into her with wild abandon, just as she’d planned. Her most recent string of matches had been won simply by riding out her orgasms and turning the tables once her opponent had exhausted himself. After one or two climaxes, she’d take control and take the win, but she hadn’t expect such stamina or intensity from her current adversary. And she definitely hadn’t expect him to coax her to two orgasms of her own without cumming once himself.
In short, thing hadn’t gone according to plan at all.
As she felt her sixth climax steadily building (and so soon after the previous) she knew she’d soon lose the strength to submit. But with her body wrapped in an all-encompassing state of bliss, she knew that there were worse ways to lose.
In the end, she passed out in the transition from her sixth orgasm to her seventh, ending her own six win streak and knocking her our of the eligibility to go pro, at least for now. Perhaps after refocusing her efforts she’d go pro herself and find him to face him once more, even if just to again experience the bliss of defeat.
[Bliss is hard to beat. Hope you like how it’s done. - MisterSteel]



