Whose Skills Are Superior?
Yours
Desperately slathering at your opponent's entrance, you race against your own biological clock as Janna works at your already erect member. Your head start allows you to stall Janna's hand movements, as she pulses with arousal onto your face.
You begin to think your advantage is paying off when Janna seems to instinctually grind her pussy against your face. While it feels demeaning, her getting off on top of you, it's stopped her from driving you to an early orgasm.
Whenever Janna tries to stroke your dick, you simply up your oral work, stunning her in pleasure. In time, Janna seems to have given up entirely, instead focusing on her own orgasm. To make her wishes come true, you throw the weakened wind spirit off of you, and fold her in on herself.
Diving straight back into your meal, you don't let Janna catch her breath, her clearly teetering on the edge of orgasm.
With a hand clenching her throat, your frail opponent tenses up and then explodes, cumming onto your mouth. Breathing heavily, she tilts onto her side, barely conscious from the ordeal. You stand up, licking your lips, tasting your victory.
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