Keep going.

Grabbing Maggie by the hips you thrust even more vigorously into her wet channel as you once more tried to cast those thoughts from your mind. You had little success though. You felt cheap, dirty, unworthy of the praise the crowd had given you when you arrived for your match. This was the easy way out!

As you felt the walls of Maggie's sopping wet pussy begin to contract around your length, you knew her release was fast approaching. You were running out of time to grasp your big moment. You were staring at two paths. Down one, notoriety. Down the other, obscurity.