Botan's Humiliating Loss
The next day after the match.
Hotel Room 69
7AM
Waking up
Botan.
Last night flashed through his mind, their marathon session of fucking well into early morning, her exhausted whimpers and desperate pleads for more that somehow only spurred him on to continue playing with her until they both passed out. A smirk played at his lips remembering how she'd passed out multiple times from multiple orgasms during said session.
He glanced down at her now. Even disheveled after last night's match and extensive aftermath, she remained gorgeous in her sleep. Her long white hair fanned against pale cheeks. Those enormous tits rose and fell with each breath, squished against his chest.
Ivan shifted slightly, feeling morning wood pressing uncomfortably against her inner thigh. Fuck. He really needed relief. And judging by how deeply she slept...
Without waking her fully, Ivan rolled them sideways, sheets falling off their nude bodies. His weight settled between her spread thighs, the cool air hitting her skin immediately. She murmured softly in protest, finding discomfort in the morning chill.
"Shhhh, just warming us up baby," he whispered to her, kissing her lips gently. Below, his cock found its mark easily, her pussy was still dripping with his cum, evidence of last night's activities, providing easy entry.
He slid in slowly, savoring the familiar tightness that greeted him. God, she felt incredible even half-asleep. Ivan pressed his chest flush against hers, sharing his warmth as promised. One hand cradled her head while the other gripped her hip.
"You know what?" he grumbled, beginning slow yet deep thrusts. "Gonna wake you up properly. Hope you're ready for round two."
Morning sex is the best.
