(Tales of the Sexfight Championship, Part 3)Lisa hammered him, fighting him with everything she had.
(Tales of the Sexfight Championship, Part 3)Lisa hammered him, fighting him with everything she had. She heard his gasps, felt his hips buckling. She kept her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, slamming down on his hard cock. She was taking it. Making it her own. She could feel that. Finally, she was starting to gain an advantage.She felt his own fingers losing their grip on her hips. “Oh, little boy,” she purred at him. “You wanted to see the champion?” She laughed. A little, wicked laugh from the back of her throat. “Well… this is who she is.”But then, he thrust up his hips. An unexpected barrage of thrusts. She wasn’t prepared for that kind of strength. His pelvis slammed into her clit and his cock dove deep inside her, touching places that were far too vulnerable to let any man touch.She felt her body shudder. Felt her head fall back. Heard her lips moan a deep sound. And he did it again. And again. She tried to retaliate, thrusting down on his cock, trying to regain control… but she was careless. Her confidence was his weapon now. And he used it with expertise.Their hips slammed together. Hers began to tremble. Her grip behind his neck slipped. Her head flew back and she screamed out loud.He reached around to the back of her head and slammed his cock deep inside her. Everything seized. Her fingers lost their strength entirely and she trembled like a dying leaf ready to fall from the limb, pulled away by a strong Autumn wind.“This is it, champion,” he told her. “This… is it…” -- source link