Her

You had received intel that his sense of timing and skill had brought him victory over Laura. And with Ilse he had roleplayed himself to a submission. This was unusual, because Roger had no prior history of cognitive sexfighting. You were here for a final chance to be re-admitted to the 'Masters of Sex'.

Good, with nothing said yet, you see his cock already knows what this is all about. Now to communicate with his other brain. You lay it on thick.

"Well submissive male, your reputation precedes you. I am here to challenge you to a sexfight. First to orgasm loses. No hitting, no biting and no kicking".

He is quick to respond calling you a subservient wench and starts to talk tough as if he is in control. Well, well, you think, he's taking this surprisingly well. If it's trash talk he wants, it's trash talk he'll get.

'Let me tell you how this will play. You won’t last. You won’t win. I won’t cum, and you’ll end up on the floor, covered in your own juices, begging me to stop.'