A lustful war: Kafka vs Ivan

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka could tell as Ivan prepared both himself and the purplenettes body, that the man was changed. He certainly seemed much more determined than before, though she certainly could also see the good in him. But now was not the time for that. Kafka steeled herself as Ivan's tip threatened to enter, before she looked at him again. She was prepared, and so was he. A second later, it began.

Ivan shoved his full length deep into Kafka's womanhood, tapping her womb and sending her body back slightly, making her bare breasts jiggle, then he pulled out, and the process was repeated. With her arms and legs currently pinned down, she could not do anything but endure Ivan's thrusts. In and out, and in and out, with plapping noises coming from every thrust as the two of them engaged in full blown sexual intercourse, both of them now determined to outlast the other.

"Mph, not bad..." Kafka praised as she continued to ride through the onslaught, before trying to break her arms free. If it worked, she would grab his waist and pull him down, then engage in a deep kiss with him.

[MR. Q]

Pumping in and out of her snatch is nice experience. Kafka is tight, snug and perfectly shaped around his cock which is now accommodating it inside.

Ivan grunts he continued to pound her insides but it looks like the older woman isn't showing any reaction. She's riding through it despite her entire body rocking back and forth with each powerful thrust.

Suddenly, he felt her arms shift. Immediately, Ivan seized her actions, pinning them down and holding them tightly above her head.

His in charge right now. He stared at her, moving his hips roughly, to send the message.

At this point, he need to change his angle. Moving his cock inside of her, he began to thrust in and out at different angle to find her sweet spot. All women have it as Yoko said. He just needs to find it.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka began to grunt and groan as Ivan had her way with her. It was unusual for her to be in a position of submissiveness, but it was not an unpleasant position in the slightest. She closed her eyes slightly as Ivan continued to pump in her, clenching her pussy slightly to try to make it more difficult to pump into her, and maybe give her the chance to counterattack.

"You know what you are doing, clearly. Not your first rodeo?" She said between breaths as she started to feel the pleasure growing within her, her purple toes curling up.

[MR. Q]

"No..." Ivan replied with a grunt.

Her pussy is tightening around him and getting becoming more wet. His doing it right, it seems. With a grunt, he shifts their positions in order maximize his efforts. Instead of being on top, he found himself looking on her as he pulled her arms by her wrist downwards to their connected sex and crossing them for extra measure.

Fucking her in a missionary position.

He then proceeded to pound her mercilessly, wanting to earn that sweat climax.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka grunted as Ivan changed positions, now stabding above her, though their gazes were still locked. He continued to fuck her, his tip still prodding at her womb, though she could feel his tip getting wetter and wetter, though she too was feeling the heat. It was becoming a race to see who can make the other cum first, and both of them seemed determined to win.

[MR. Q]

The room was filled with grunts, moans and the sound of wet flesh hitting flesh.

Ivan grunts, pounding her pliable insides like no tomorrow. His close but his holding it back. His not gonna cum until she climaxes. It's custom after all to make the woman climax first before you let your own pleasure drown you.

So Ivan began to buck his hips wildly while using her own hands to meet his thrust, shaking the entire foundations of the bed as he fucks Kafka till she climaxes.

His not gonna stop until she cums.
Just a little more...

[FreshBritishSalmon]

As much as Kafka wanted to release, she knew that it would be a sign of weakness. If she was going to cum, she wanted to make sure Ivan came with her, and considering his plrased look, that was looking almost inebitable. After a bit more rough sex and loud moans of lust, Kafka screamed loudly and let out her first seeving of love nectar for the match, hoping that Ivan's seed mixed with it to make a wonderful sexual cocktail.

[MR. Q]

The sound of obscene flesh striking flesh filled the room as Ivan took charge fucking Kafka dominantly in his position.

After few more thrusts, Kafka screamed her sweat release. Her orgasm clamping up around Ivan's painfully, forcing him to cum inside of her the same time.

Hot semen spurted out his sex deep into the bowels of Kafka's womb, mixing their nectars in sexual cocktail.

And yet, Kafka wasn't out of it yet.

She wasn't knocked out.

With a grunt, Ivan pulled her up with him as he stood off the bed. Wrapping her arms and hooking her legs underneath her, Ivan began fucking her in standing position roughly. This time letting gravity do it's work to impale her deeper and faster with each bounce of her body.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

As the two of them came in unison, Kafka knew that Ivan was good now, and she would have to get serious if she wanted to defeat him. But Ivan was determined not to allow Kafka take control, lifting her up and continuing to shove his cock deep into her, the prior orgasm servibg as lube for their continued sex.

Kafka continued to grunt as Ivan continued to have his way with her, her toes curling and her tits jiggling with each thrust Ivan did. In this position, she couldnt do much to free herself, so all she could do was endure and hope Ivan loses his grip or falls down at some point.

[MR. Q]

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Ivan grunted in effort, keeping the beautiful woman in his arms and pummeling her insides of what he got.

Unlike before, his thrust are smoother and faster. Her juices and his semen has lubricated her walls nicely. With each thrust, ropes of semen spurted out her lower lips.

Ivan's only goal is simple. Get as much orgasm as he can before resting.