Matching Samantha in our lustful sexfight she gets desperate forcing me to the ground on my back or did she force me, Samantha mounts the attack but now has to work her labia harder being on top as well as consume more energy. I murmur is that all you have, as I pull hair kiss, my skirt around my waist.
I smell Samantha’s and my Owen scent, we both want to leave victorious, the crowd screaming at us both fuck the bitch, our bras having been stretched leave us nipple to nipple.
I turn my head licking your fingers
I swirl my tongue around your fingers, a smile growing on my lips.
As my eyes continue to look up at yours.
You can almost hear my voice.
“I’m under you… and you’re just as weak as I am…”
My hips MATCH yours.
Every thrust.
Every grind.
My belly twitching.
My hand on your wrist TIGHT.
*If I can win this orgasmic battle UNDER her…*
But your strength is…
… fuck...
As I give your fingers a blow job you never thought you’d have
Still giving your fingers a blow job
Both of our chests heaving from the duel we’ve been engaged in, both our bodies covered in sweat. I reach up—arms weakened, but not weak—and grab your hips, my fingernails on your skin, and pull your hips DOWN as I thrust my hips UP.
“TAKE THAT BITCH!” I shout.
Your slam forces my ass to the floor, as it sends a Shockwave through my body, I moan loudly.
*Fight her bitch....dont give up*
As I hear you too moan
"NO!" I scream as I arch my hips hard slamming into your pussy, I again plant my feet and twist tonthe right this time, as I feel you prepare to go to the left.
I roll on top of you, and slam down hard into your pussy the wet slap fills the room.
"Fuck you cxnt"
Slam.