Lady Grace dominates the contest, and you.

At first, it looks like you and Lady Grace are pretty evenly matched. Her fingers slide up and down your shaft as yours pump in and out of her cunt, and the two of you moan in unison as you masturbate each other.

But as the seconds tick by, the disparity between her sexual prowess and yours starts to show. It’s not that she’s feeling nothing—she’s still flushed, breathing hard, and wet down below as you finger her—but you can already feel your orgasm starting to build, and she’s clearly nowhere close.

And apparently, just beating you isn’t enough for Lady Grace. When she feels pre-cum starting to pool at the crown of your cock, she takes advantage of your distraction to grab your head and pull it into a breast smother!

You scream in futile outrage into her cleavage, but the smother is airtight, and Lady Grace just laughs at you. “I think you should save your breath,” she snarks. “You’re going to need it if you intend to stay conscious long enough to cum for your Mistress.”

You continue desperately fingering her to try to turn the tables, but it seems all you’re doing is giving her a little pleasure to enjoy before she finishes you off. Manipulating your cock expertly, she slows down her strokes to ensure that you approach your climax at just the right rate, while her tits cut off your air supply.

As she continues to smother you and jerk you off, something strange happens. As you start to get lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, the sensation mingles with the erotic feeling of Lady Grace’s handjob to produce a powerfully sensual pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before. Though it’s hard to think clearly as you start to get dizzy from both lack of air and unfulfilled arousal, it dawns on you that she’s doing this on purpose.

Just as the realization comes to you, she releases you from her rack and gives you one final, slow stroke from base to tip. As desperately-needed-air hits your lungs, an incredible rush of pleasure starts to cascade through your body—

—and at that exact moment, Lady Grace reaches out with one dainty hand and pushes you off the top turnbuckle.

You topple helplessly off the ropes as your cock spurts cum in every direction, splattering all across the corner of the ring as you hit the mat with a thunderous crash. Knocked silly by the impact and completely drained by your orgasm, all you can do is watch as Lady Grace looms over you from atop the ring. She curtsies to you mockingly.

"Ah, the white flag of male surrender, unfurled to the breeze," she says, waxing poetic. "A shame we used our hands for this contest so that you couldn't finish inside me. I do so love making men lick up their own mess. Oh well, perhaps another time. Say good night, John."

With that, she flexes her long legs, leaping off the top rope with her elbow cocked.

Though Lady Grace rarely resorts to aerial power moves, she executes this one flawlessly. Her elbow comes down dead-center on your forehead, smashing conscious thought clean out of your mind as the world goes black.

You’ve lost three points, and the match, for domination and a KO.