Kayla narrowly escapes defeat!

“Uggghhh…” Pain suddenly explodes into your mouth, courtesy of a desperation kick by the veteran sexfighter that catches you square in the jaw.

Under the threat of orgasm, the black woman somehow managed to conjure up enough strength to swing her free leg back and free herself right in the nick of time.

“So close, but no cigar for the ever-determined rookie! I don’t think Kayla’s that easy,” the ring announcer exclaims, much to your chagrin as your chin continues to smart mid-fall.

Cursing yourself for letting your eye off the prize just a few seconds too early, the ground quickly rises up to greet you as she wriggles free just before cumming.

Still breathing heavily with one hand tenderly massaging the growing wetness between her legs, Kayla quickly lets out a husky moan while fighting back the waves of orgasmic bliss still ravaging her nether regions.

Rolling over on your sides, you do your own due diligence shaking the stars out of your head before returning your ire to the ebony woman.

Crawling on all fours towards the closest turnbuckle, she now moves like a wounded animal limping away from her ever-observant predator, aka yours truly.

You’re not getting away that easy.

Silently getting up as she drags herself across the ring with one hand stretching out towards the ropes and the other still between her legs, you impatiently wait for the opportune moment to strike- hopefully for the last time, and put her away.

Her raven black hair flows down her face in disheveled bangs, just barely concealing the residue ecstasy still laden across her beautiful expression.

She is definitely still turned on, but with what you were planning for that cute little ass shaking at you, that wouldn’t be the only feeling she would be experiencing in the very near future.

“But just like that, the rookie is primed and ready to go yet again. It would seem the same can not be said for his opponent,” the ring announcer continues to notice.

“Come on, get up Kayla. Get up,” you mutter to yourself repeatedly, psyching yourself up with every agonizing second in wait as she finally latched on to the turnbuckle for support, and attempted to pull herself up to full standing, an act apparently better said than done.

Even the crowd shares your impatience as she finally lifts her sexually ravaged frame off the canvas, with her visibly wobbly legs now carrying the burden of keeping her upright.

Slumped against the corner for dear life, her back is still to you as the feelings of arousal finally begin to leave her body.

“That’s it. Almost there. Show me those pretty little eyes...” You’re taunting her at this point, but it doesn’t matter.

What matters….is that you nail this one last move.

Cracking your neck eagerly, you wait, and wait, until finally her eyes meet yours.

Go time, bitch.