No.

Even though she's done a real good job of trying to turn you on, she hasn't tried to actually do anything to you. Unless your absolutely sure it's ok to grab her you don't th-

WHAM!

Sharmane's fist slams into the side of your face. Luckily, or unluckily it doesn't immediately put you out.

WHAM!

Another rocks the other side, you're so dazed you barely even here the chorus of female laughter and cheers.

Just then Sharmane licks her fingers and begins to gently rub the tip of your dick, still sticking out of your shorts.

"Apparently she wasn't bluffing, this really is a sexfight", you think to yourself, as she reaches deep into your shorts and pulls your cock all the way out, jerking it.

Slowly at first, then faster and faster as she stares you in the eye, a dominant smile on her face.

You moan softly.

"That's right my little bitch. Moan like the whore you are.", she says, grabbing you by the back of the head and pulling you in for a hard sloppy kiss. Mostly teeth and tongue, her aggressive attack takes your breath away as her other hand has you on the verge of cumming.

She sense this to, rearing back with one fist,

"Time to finish you off, John," just before her fist connects you erupt all over her belly, tits, and hand. It feels so good you barely even feel the punch that puts your ass out.

It's a shame you don't get to feel Sharmane milking every last drop of cum from your **** body.

But at least you don't have to hear the celebratory cries of the dozen member audience, you never see Melanie grinning while she videotapes your defeat, content in her victory over you.

And you certainly don't see Sharmane, you're conqueror, the beautiful woman who just made you her bitch, strip off her panties and facefuck you into oblivion.