Stop Owens

You hold you breath, expecting Layla to groan in pain as Owens penetrates her, but she makes no such sound. You blink. Owens is still holding on to Layla's left leg and his anaconda cock and for a second you think he's just savoring the moment before defiling the beautiful presenter, until you realize he's frozen in place. That's when you look down at your own hands and see that you must have instinctively activated the magic ring to stop time.

It takes you a while more to process your actions, or rather, your subconscious actions. Even though you were happy to watch Owens have his way with the petite Layla, you feel both bad for her and horny at the same time. After all, if you were to watch the fighter fuck Layla with the tent already in your pants, you would have to scramble to ease the painful erection and the chances of finding someone remotely as hot as Layla in short notice are slim.

You step closer to the 2 people, admiring Layla's perfect body and wary of the fighter even though you know he can't hurt you or Layla with time at a standstill. Even frozen in time, he strikes an imposing figure, not to mention the monster of a cock between his legs looks like it may have a life of its own. You **** yourself to pull your gaze away from Owens' cock, afraid to stare at it for too long, and activate your teleportation ring. You can't have him anywhere nearby if you want to enjoy Layla in peace. Cautiously using your fingertip to touch the naked man, you teleport the both of you to a place you know will cause Owens to be held up and unable to get back to the arena anytime soon, appearing in front of Buckingham Palace. You and Owens actually appear at the best place possible, with Owens standing directly in front of 1 of those guards with the bushy hats who are not supposed to move and his cock pointing directly at the guard like a rifle. You imagine both Owens and the guard will be in for quite the surprise when time resumes.