Kilda Kill seemed like a typical, self-proclaimed, “bad girl” in just an ordinary match - but she was on a mission. It wasn’t long before I stripped her of her clothes, but she made it clear she wasn’t going to be the only one stripped; and before long, the match got heated. She teased me until I stood strong, taking me in her hands; stroking me, getting me worked up…but that was just the beginning — of the end. She reeled me in, and I fell for her trap. I thought I took control by straddling her with my next move, forcing my cock into her mouth, revealing what a slut she was; but she took advantage of my guard going down. Like some kind of otherworldly prowess, she sucked me in and lured me - sucking me dry not once, but twice, forcing me to paint her face to fulfill her slutty desires. She was a force to be reckoned with, sucking cock so masterfully, only to act like it was a walk in the park for her to make me cum — showing off her win with a big smile on her painted face…what a beautiful opponent to have been completely dominated by.
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