Get back to Layla

Instead of sticking around to watch the guaranteed hilarity ensue, you decide to teleport back to the locker room where Layla is laying naked on her back and bracing herself to get majorly fucked. Snickering, you deactivate your invisibility ring, quickly get naked, and dump all your clothes at the foot of the bench. You had intended to stroke yourself to hardness, but after witnessing the foreplay that went on plus the visual stimulation of Layla's taunt body, you're already good to go. Looking down at the erection in your hand as you push it downward to meet Layla's pussy lips, you do a mental comparison with Owens. Sure, your cock is nowhere near his size, but the fighter is an abnormally and your cock is no joke either. Plus, as you measure up with Layla's lithe figure, your cock looks even bigger than it usually does.

Grinning to yourself, you debate whether you should fuck Layla with time frozen. The benefit would be that you'll get to get away with it without having to deal with her guaranteed shock and confusion and you'd be able to use her body like a sex doll. However, since coming into possession of the magic rings and having had sex with time frozen a few times, you remember that it's not as great as you imagine and you always end up regretting the decision. As much as it feels nice, nothing beats feeling a woman's body respond to your cock and the sounds - moans, groans, whispers or screams - that accompany the experience.

Having convinced yourself of what would feel the best, you deactivate your magic ring to let time resume and thrust your cock into Layla's expecting pussy. You're immediately struck by how tight she is and it almost hurts a little for you as you shove the entire length of your cock into her. Layla gasps loudly in response, although she continues to have her eyes fiercely shut which actually works out in your favor. She must still think Owens is between her legs without noticing that your cock is noticeably smaller. Of course, for such a petite woman, you assume that past a certain size, Layla can't tell the difference between how big the cocks get.

You grab Layla by the thighs and pull her towards you, starting to fuck her at a declined angle while standing so that the lower half of her body is lifted off the bench and most of her weight lies on her heads and shoulders. After a few thrusts, Layla raises her arms over her head to get a grip of the bench, anchoring herself so that you can fuck her with much more ease. Layla's breasts, while on the smaller side for most women, are still a little big for her body, gyrating in circular motions as you fuck her. It's a mesmerizing sight and it almost makes you forget that you're fucking her, your hips moving slowly back and forth. However, even if you're not paying attention to what you're doing, the blood rushing through your cock serves as a reminder as you get increasingly aroused. The same goes for Layla, as her breathing has gotten faster and harder. She's starting to sweat too, giving her firm body a little glisten to make her look even more beautiful and enticing.

Feeling the urge to intensify matters, you pull out of Layla, quickly flip her around so that she's facing down but her ass sticking up at you, and re-enter her wet pussy. Layla can't hold back a pleasured moan at the skillful maneuver and she bows her head between her outstretched arms on the bench like she's praying, while you grab her by the hips and start thrusting like your life depends on it, fucking Layla so hard and intensely until you both start to cum at the same time. The presenter's orgasm lasts about twice the duration of yours, and after you're done, you just stay still, letting her throbbing pussy milk your cock for every drip of cum available. When you feel her pussy finally loosen, as much as it can on your cock, you pull out of Layla, slapping your wet cock on her ass a couple of times just for the fun of it before you start to get dressed. Layla is audibly exhausted as she remains in the downward facing position, panting like a dog in heat.

As you as finishing up dressing, pulling your belt together, you look up at Layla's round, tiny ass. Her pussy lips are still red from the sex, and you feel a tingle in your pants. Your cock is already starting to recover and you contemplate letting it loose for a second round with Layla. You're almost ready to undo your belt again, when Layla turns over to get on her back, using her elbows for support on the bench, and she opens her eyes. They're as big and pretty as you remember, and you get a good look at them as Layla stares at you unblinkingly. She seems dumbfounded. She looks around, presumably looking for Owens. When she looks back at you, you shrug with a big smile on your face.

"Who- what- where's- how- did you...? Wait, who the fuck are you?!? Did you just fuck me?! Where's Owens?!" Layla blurts out a series of words and questions in quick succession. She even looks down at her pussy, reaching down with 1 hand to feel it, as if she needs confirmation that she had indeed just been fucked.

"I'm just a lucky guy, I guess," you say. "Came in here looking for an autograph, saw you naked and presenting yourself, so I helped myself. That's what you were looking for, right?" It's an absurd response, but it's confusing enough for Layla that she doesn't know what to say to it as you buckle your belt and head to the exit.