A lustful war: Kafka vs Ivan

[FreshBritishSalmon]

"Ngh, Ngh, Ngh!" Kafka moaned in tandem with Ivan, as if they were creating some kind of song but with rhythmic moaning instead of lyrics. The thrusts going into her were deep, and her womb was now getting tapped regularly. Kafka had doubts initially about Ivan's skills but now she knew that the two, at least for now, were equal in sexual endurance. At least when Ivan was in control.

[MR. Q]

Ivan gritted his teeth in effort in keeping the pace. The position is taxing and his arms are getting tired from holding the heavier woman (no offense) and his legs are getting muscle cramps in staying on one place.

So with final effort, he began pound her hard and fast. Cum and their combined juices splatters at each thrust, staining their bodies and the floor.

Letting gravity do most of the work, Ivan fucked her with earnest. Hopefully, this one would knock her out. If not, then his out of luck. He can already feel himself ready to explode any moment now.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka's moans were getting ever more frequent, a clear sign she was about to orgasm yet again, but once again, Ivan was seeming like he was giving out too. But this time, not just sexually, but physically too. She could feel his muscles waning and her body drop lower and lower the more the two fucked, so it was clear both of them were getting tired.

A minute later, Kafka's defiance broke a second time, cumming once again all over her opponents 7 inch member, her body quivering and shaking from the intense orgasm she was having. She panted and prayed that Ivan came too, hopefully this time letting her go so she could have a chance to control the match.

[MR. Q]

"Gah!" The dam broke a second time as he felt Kafka's inner walls clamp down his shaft, tightening around the intruder as she came a second time.

Another load spurted out, painting her womb white with his seed again. Ivan groaned in both pleasure and exhaustion but soldiered on to continue thrusting, inseminating her with his seed.

With his last thrust, his energy was spent. His legs turned jelly, forcing him to back peddle as Kafka's weight became a burden. Luckily, the bed was right behind him, catching him. Landing on the soft bed's edge on his ass, Ivan panted while holding the quivering woman in his arms. Pulling her close, Ivan put his chin on her shoulder to rest, hugging her close to not let her escape.

He needs to rest.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka was oddly pumped after having 2 orgasms with Ivan. He knew the guy could fuck, but it was clear that only two was enough to make him tired. But he wasnt done yet, which was why, when Kafka came around, she took her pussy off his cock, dragged him further onto the bed, before planting her body back on his cock in a cowgirl pose, before jumping up and down on his dick.

"Cone on dear, you cant be done already, can you? Surely theres more in those balls of yours?" She teased as she continued to try and milk him dry

[MR. Q]

Surprisingly, it looks like Kafka has more energy than him even after 2 back-to-back orgasms. Ivan then found himself dragged to the bed as Kafka mounted him as he laid on the bed.

Ivan groaned at the pleasurable feeling of a woman willingly mounting his cock and bouncing up and down on her free will.

Not wanting to let her have own way with him, he would grab her waist to slam her down on his dick, increasing the force of her movements.

It would be torture to him but to her. But for now, he needs to relax, sit back and rest. Let her dig her own grave.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka felt Ivan's resistance and defiance and groaned as the two of them continued their sexual marathon. Her tits jumped up and down as she treat Ivan's dick like a trampoline, bouncing up and down in order to drive more orgasms from her. It was clear neither of them wanted to lose, and were going to give it their all to outfuck the other, litrrally

[MR. Q]

"Aaaah.. shit!" Ivan tried biting back a curse.

Kafka is relentless, using him akin to a dildo (whatever it was?) and trying to milk him dry. Not like his resisting, his actually doubling her efforts by helping and guiding her waist to drop directly straight to his dick. With each bounce, his cock head would reach her deeper into her core. He can even see the bulge of her stomach where his cock is.

Meanwhile, his balls are straining to hold in. With her on top, his balls are just waiting for the dam to explode, allowing them to go. It's only Ivan's pride, endurance and phobia fueling him to not explode first.

His pride won't allow it. Hrrrggggg!!!

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Kafka was loving being on top of Ivan, watching him squirm. At this point, Kafka was barely even resisting, pumping up and diwn on his throbbing cock as he struggled to maintain his composure. She was relentless, grinning at Ivan as she continued to work her magic, before finally, her dam burst its babks for a third time.

She shuddered, but thankfully Ivan's grip on her was still solid, despite tge fact that the two of them had sucessfully mutually orgasmed 3 times now. She leant down on him, panting for a moment, before inviting him to french kiss her, and starting to pump again.

[MR. Q]

Kafka is relentless. As she finally climaxed, Ivan followed suit, pumping her full with another load of his seed. But even after their 3rd orgasm, she can still go on.

Leaning forward to him, Ivan accepted her kiss as she once again began to move. She's adamant in milking him so far and establishing a dominant role. Especially to this kiss. Ivan's unfamiliar with kisses yet so his quite surprised when he found himself battling her tongue.

But like anything before, he would learn and adapt in no time.

As his counterattack? He simply grabbed her dearie, squeezing them hard and assisting her movements in riding him like a horse.