You, John

As crazy as it looks, the Asian Amazon is struggling to stay upright. Hell, she's struggling to keep her fists raised. Even her legs seem to be shaking. You take a chance. You leave your feet for a standing dropkick that smacks her titties & throws her on her back. Fen rubs her chest, probably for the pain, but it's hiding it from your view. So you sit her up & trap her arms in a full nelson.

"Yaaa!"

Wow. If a resting hold hurt that much, she's worse off than I thought.

The thug's wide torso get's crunched down awkwardly, making her grimace some more. Pivoting side to side, flashing her flat fun bags to every side of the arena. She realises that part & pouts, actually pouts.

"Oh for... are you still bloody shy!?"

"Oww, you're not supposed to be doing this. I'm the one in control."

"Maybe, back in your shit stinking alley. Not the E.C.L. Here, you're just a little amateur."

"Kiss my ass squirt."

Kiss your ass?

You **** Fen onto her back &, before she can take a breath, sit your ass over her face.

"You kiss my ass!"

"Johnny boy's stealing a page from the ladies book. This is usually their style."

Trapped in a reverse facesit, the thug bellows into your butt. Her enormous legs swings wide, her 8 pack abs bridge off the ground before collapsing, breasts contract & expand rapidly as she suffocates. The gyrations beneath your ballsack stiffen your dick on her tits.

"If you had any boobs you know I'd be fucking them right now?" A twist of the nipples scores another scream.

Fen's entire body thrashes before your eyes, desperately trying to **** you off her face. She gives 1 last Herculean efforts to sit straight up, lifting herself, & you, off the floor, before thudding back down. Lifeless. Still as a marble statue.

Whew... that's it... finally...

"YOU USELESS BITCH!"

You wheel around instantly to face this new threat. You come face-to-face with the cunt who won't show her face, the 'masked stranger.' Despite your cock pointing straight at her, you are not happy to see her. Oddly, she's not looking at you, but at the **** Amazon.

"YOU USELESS OVERINFLATED BIMBO! YOU CAN'T EVEN TAKE OUT HIM!!!"

"Why don't you take me out, huh?"

You take a few steps toward the meddler, ready to go, wisely or unwisely. Hopefully your quavery stance doesn't make you look too weak. Her eyes burn beneath her mask. She balls her fists, twitches on her feet, she's raring to come at you. Audience is rising in anticipation.

"What? Can't attack me if my back's not turned? Come on you fucking coward! Come on!"

But she doesn't. She screams in frustration & storms off. "This isn't over John."

What is your fucking deal lady!? Ah, whatever, I'm a winner right now.