Suchaktionen von EroFights

One leg on your shoulder, you fuck the flexible alien. This position makes sure, that your cock pushes in deep into her android pussy.

You silently cheer as she goes down, but the ref doesn't get very far with that counting before she's back up! You'll have to try harder next time. Either that, or bribe the ref to count a bit faster.

The alien is strong and flexible. Her pussy is hanging in the air, freely accessible with her legs over your shoulders and at just the right height. You happily accept the invitation and relebtlessly fuck her pussy with your hard human cock.

You gloat smugly as she falls and ends up on the mat. She looks so cute when she's all cross like that too! But you soon realise that her anger is real as she gets to her feet and comes right back at you immediately.

She looks so dazed that it's a miracle that she manages to get up from the floor. She shakes her head, obviously clearing the stars from her vision as she prepares to fight on.

She squirms, she pants, she tries to stand... and then she falls back down. Her determination is admirable. That will be fun to break now that she is your plaything for the prize round!

Your friend does his best to distract the alien but she is without mercy. WHile she enjoy his cock in her pussy, she continues to jerk your cock. No break for you.

From the moment the ref starts counting, you know you have won this one. She doesn't even attempt to stand. She can't when she's flat out on her back moaning weakly. If she didn't feel like a loser before, she sure does now!

You find yourself on the floor, your head spinning. You could probably get up and fight on but somehow you don't want to. You don't want to take any more of his punishment. Maybe staying down and taking the fall is the lesser of two evils.

With that last attack, as soon as she hits the mat you know it's all over for her. The celebrations start early as you pose and flex over her, celebrating in the most appalling display of bad sportsmanship you can muster.

The moment the ref starts counting, you know that you have this one won. All she can do is roll around groaning weakly, giving you the luxury of that long, delightful ten count to giggle at your pathetic opponent as she is counted out.

The referee gets to ten and it's all over. The bell rings and you are declared the winner. She moans softly at your feet, still trying to stand but failing miserably. Too late. She's your prize now!

First a dodge, then a sidestep, then a duck: you can sense her mounting frustration as she tries to land a hit, just for you to slip away each and every time.

She's getting too close for comfort... and too close for your reach. You give her a shove to move her back into range.

So she thinks she can beat you? Well, you'd love to see her try. You goad her, trying to provoke her into making a mistake.

Bless her, she's trying so hard but is just so feeble. You show her the ultimate derision and tell her to stop wasting her time.

She starts raining body blows on your abs. That's fine. You simply tense them and let her storm break upon the immovable wall of steel that is your abs. It must be so demoralising for her!

You are swift enough to dodge her jab and lash out with one of your own, which she too manages to avoid... almost.

Whilst she reels from your last attack, you take a second to raise your gloves, ready to defend against her next attack.

She's so busy watching what's going on in front of her, she forgets about her peripheries. You catch her off guard with a hook to the jaw.