He's not alone

You partially expect to see Owens lying on the floor and groaning in pain from his injuries, but that's not the reality. Instead, what you see is Owens naked and standing with his back against the far wall, facing your direction. Luckily, his eyes are closed or he would definitely see you sticking your head out from behind the wall. You would also be able to see his cock pointing in your direction like a compass due north, except that it's obscured by a woman kneeling in front of Owens in the process of going down on him. Both of Owens' hands are on the woman's head, not really forcefully facefucking her, but keeping her firmly on task.

Your first thought is that this is a girlfriend or eager fan, until you recognize the dark blue dress that shows off most of the woman's smooth back and her sharp shoulder blades are prominent as she focuses on servicing Owens. It's Layla the presenter.

Intrigued and wanting a closer view, you activate your invisibility ring and sneak over, careful with each step since the floor is tiled. When you get close enough to stand beside Owens and Layla, you see that the pretty woman has a slightly distressed look on her face as she sucks on Owens' huge stick. Even you have to give him props for the size of his member, although there is much to be desired about his personal grooming. While his cock is cleanly shaved, his balls are not and they look like small fuzzy tennis balls that have been left out in the sun for too long and a little brown. You can tell that Owens' cock is too big for the lithe woman and every so often, she attempts to pull back from it to at least give her jaw a break, but each time Owens' hands prevent her head from doing so.

"Oh yeah! Just this alone would have been worth it!" Owens vocalizes for the first time since you entered. He opens his eyes and looks down at Layla, tilting her head back a little with a thumb on her forehead so that she looks back up at him while continuing to have his cock between her lips. Layla can't say anything in response, but she clearly looks unhappy, although it has no effect on Owens' enjoyment, as he suddenly thrusts his hips forward, forcing more of his lengthy shaft into Layla's mouth than she has taken in up until now, and he groans once more, this time in a more primal growl. He must be cumming straight down Layla's throat, even if you can't see anything evidence of it. Several times, Layla tries to push off Owens with her hands on his bare thighs, but he refuses to let her go, even grabbing her by her hair to hold her in place until he finishes cumming.

The fighter again impresses with the volume of his output, as he seems to have a lot of cum, and it must be at least a couple of minutes before he has finally releases Layla, who slumps back on her high heels, before her legs give way and she settles for sitting on the floor. Owens' cock glistens with her saliva while she wipes her mouth with the back of her right hand and flexes her sore jaw.

"You bastard! You don't have to be so rough!" Layla snaps angrily.

Owens chuckles and winks at her. "Hey, the powers that may be told me I could use you as I please if I took a dive, and that's what I intend to do darling. Obviously, the cash is great too, but I consider that more of a bonus," the fighter says smugly, before he steps into 1 of the shower stalls. "Alright love, I'm going to get cleaned up and then we'll go another round, eh? Better get that tight twat of yours ready!" Owens then bursts into laughter at his own crude comment as the shower starts to run.