Nope… you’re finished!

Jezebel’s grip only tightens as you squirm, the sexfighting blonde giggling as you fight. “Sorry rookie, but I think you’re about to get shown who’s in charge in practice room F!” To your surprise, she pulls you out of her before ripping off your condom! “You fought a bit, and you didn’t take this off, so I’ll reward ya. Don’t get too excited… you’re still done for.” With that, she suddenly drops back onto your cock, sliding it between her ass cheeks in an assjob, moving up and down before gently shaking it between her cheeks. An assjob finish from Jez would’ve defeated ya handily, your precum staining her ass causing her to positively beam.

However, she had more in mind for you. You eyes widen when you feel her begin to put your cock inside her… asshole. “What, ungh, never had a girl beat you with anal? Watch and- and learn!” She struggles with your size at first, and you maybe think she can’t handle it. But once she manages to slide it in once, she’s ready to go, bouncing up and down on your hard cock with reckless abandon as you feel your cock swell in excitement. Jez seems to have come alive in your competition, suddenly kissing your lips as she pulls your waist into her, dominating you body as she bounces up and down on your cock. “Cum on cum on…” she murmurs before kissing you again, her cheeks clapping loudly against your thighs as you let out a scream of pleasure! You coat her asshole with your warm sticky seed, Jez lifting your legs in a show of power as she milks you dry, those lips never leaving hers. She pulls away, her mouth curled into a smile, bouncing excitedly on your flaccid dick before slowly calming down. That smirk never leaves her face, however. “Good fight, that sh-should be an adequate introduction. Don’t worry, no victory rounds for me. The sign of a sophisticated fighter is one that do-doesn’t need ple-…” she trails off, groaning as she looks at your cock with longing. She clears her throat nervously, before getting up to the door. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to… finish some practicing. At home. Good battle!” She rushes off, something telling you your conquerer wasn’t going to practice saxophone tonight as you let yourself lay back, basking in your loss.