You charge for the kill!

Pain still shoots from your groin, the bruises already forming along your manhood mean you won't be getting any further pleasure out of this match.

Which means the only thing left is to give your foe pain. Your slutty, dirty fighting, bitch of a a foe. You can't help but snarl at the thought of how this little skank dared to hit you there.

Pushing through the pain you barrel forward like an unleashed bull, aiming to flatten her and end this here and now.

You know my wife is on the very last verge of life, her body virtually destroyed from your earlier onslaught and further weakened by the forced orgasm.

She's barely on her feet, still unfocused and struggling. Like a slutty little deer in the headlights of your assault.

You press your shoulder forward and lunge with all your might, hoping to break this stupid jobber in half. Your eyes clench shut a half-moment before impact.

Kelsey doesn't take any evasive action, probably because the dumb bitch is still too dominated to process what you're about to do to her.