A lustful war: Kafka vs Ivan

[FreshBritishSalmon]

If it wasnt a competition, anybody would think the two of them were, at the very least, in a close relationship at this point, considering how long they have had continuous sex and how close they were getting. Kafka still stayed dominant, as revenge for what Ivan did to her previously, leading the way in the kissing contest while her pussy continued to work with Ivan's manhood. Though her energy reserves were starting to dwindle, and soon, she too would need a quick breather

[MR. Q]

Time pass by yet both fighters continued going strong.

Mostly.

Ivan continued to french kiss the woman trying to milk him dry, retaliating as much pleasure inflicted to him to her in equal dividends. But as they continued, he can feel her strength waning. Her movements becoming slower and erratic.

She is running out of gas.

It's a sign for him to attack for sure.

But for now, he'll play possum. Letting her waste her energy more is much more reasonable than attacking now. Not only that, his also close to climax so he got to play safe.

Instead, he began attacking her tits. Grabbing a hold of the two and mauling them in his hands, rough handling them for now.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka knew that her energy was only likely going to go until one more orgasm, so she hoped that was enough to knock Ivan out, but given the fact he had enough energy to claw her tits, which made her groan loudly, she doubted it. She kept pumping until finally, she came once again, and this time, her energy was spent. She was still conscious, but she flopped onto Ivan's chest, panting away.

[MR. Q]

"Hurg!" Ivan groaned as he came as well as Kafka climaxes on top of him. Her walls wrapping up to his length and milking them for it's worth. A fresh batch of hot semen deposits into her womb for the 3rd time this night or morning.

He groaned in relief and pleasure as she collapses on top of him, her bare breasts pressed against his hard chest. Up close, he can appreciate the beauty of the dangerous woman on top of him.

Too bad they are opponents.

She's still conscious unfortunately. Not wanting her to rest, Ivan grabbed her hips and began to move her up and down on his cock. Keep the offensive going while minimizing energy spent.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka gasped as Ivan refused to give in, despite the intense sex they had already had. She was starting to weaken now, wgich was a very bad sign, and Ivan was acting as if he hadnt broken a sweat! Kafka was panicking now, as his cock continued to pat away at her womb, juices spilling everywhere and completely ruining the bedsheets. She had half a mind to just accept defeat and let Ivan go, but her pride would not allow it. Either she won, or Ivan would have to fuck her until she dropped

[MR. Q]

Watching the woman weakly try to fight back his movements, Ivan decided his well rested enough. Rolling them over, he managed to position her on her belly.

Using his weight and bulk, Ivan pinned her down as he inserted himself from behind, fucking her in pronebone position. To add insult too injury, he wrapped his one arm around her neck in a chokehold while his free hand pins one of her arms.

With her current lack of energy, he can easily get an orgasm or two now. Time to for some payback and take the lead.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka groaned before being swung around and fucked in a pronebone position, with Ivan chokeholding her for extra humiliation and pressure. This was bad, as her already dwindling energy was now posing a severe threat to her chances of winning, and Ivan was in a much more powerful position! She teared up and started to realise that, at least when he is enveloped in fearful rage, Ivan may well be stronger than her. She then thought to herself, is it wise to continue battling in this position? Should she just accept defeat, for both their sakes? She decided, at least for now, to endure, and hope that, eventually, Ivan calms down once more.

[MR. Q]

His in the advantage this time. Ivan might be lighter to her (probably?) but his overall wide and bulky body made up for it by covering all avenue of escape or resistance. The chokehold is just a bonus to weaken her further.

As he continued to pound her battered and filled walls, he observed her lack of resistance. It's an opportunity and Ivan loved opportunities.

Releasing her from the chokehold, his hands found themselves restraining her wrist as he pulled her up in a Doggystyle position on her knees. Suspended only by his cock and restrained arms, Ivan hammering her insides further with a manic pace.

"Ugh! Ughnn! Ugh!" He grunted as the 'Plap Plap' sound echoed in the room while hammering the woman in his arms to the sweet embrace of sleep.

He can already feel his strength dwindling so this would possibly be his last stand.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Ivan had now taken full control, with him having Kafka right where he wanted her and pounding her to oblivion. The loud plapping noises of cock thrusting into pussy could be heard everywhere and Kafka's loud moans drowned out Ivan's. Her toes curled roughly as the two of them continued to fuck and now, Kafka could see the world getting fuzzy. She had endured the relentless assault as much as she could, and perhaps if Ivan wasnt enveloped by fear, she would have had a chance, but that wasnt the case, this was. And she was nigh on losing it.

"Ahh, ohhh, nghhh.... My, my body, ahh..." She gasped and moaned, before cumming once again. Afger this orgasm, her body went limp on Ivan's cock. She had used up every drop of her energy, and now she slipped into the land of nod and bliss.

[MR. Q]

Finally, Kafka came. Her body shuddering under his assault as her orgasm wrecked havoc on her body heightened further by Ivan's pumping, bringing her to new heights of pleasure. She didn't stood a chance as pleasure took her to blissful sleep.

Feeling her go limp, Ivan growled before letting her drop on the bed. Her limp body molded into the soft mattress before Ivan rolled her on on her back. Spreading her legs wide open, Ivan bottomed up inside her once more, earning a small grunt from the sleeping woman. With a grunt, Ivan began fucking the unconscious woman in Missionary position. He haven't came yet and his gonna scratch that itch regardless if she's awake or not. Slapping her bouncing tits, he grunted as his orgasm came soon after a minute of intense fucking to the unconscious beauty.

Five minutes pass and he finally exploded, painting the woman's womb white with his semen. Pulling out, Ivan heard the door click open. It's time to leave it seems.

But before he leaves, a rather mischievous idea came to mind. With a wicked grin, Ivan pumped his cock until he once again came, covering Kafka's tits and face, especially the mouth, with his semen.

"Goodbye present. See ya." Ivan taunted at the sleeping woman before leaving.
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He immediately came back to steal Kafka's covers to cover himself up in order to get out with his dignity intact.

He might be a nudist in the ring but he still have some shame people.