Oh, Hell No! I Fight Back!

You did not put in all that work for nothing! You start moving your hips to keep her from lining up with your snatch. She snarls as the two of you fight for dominance, her hands still pressing your arms into the floor. You manage to flip the both of you and entangle your legs, your pussies finding each other as if they were magnets. You both buck your hips, slick lips sliding against one another, even as you grunt and strain for position.

Her hand reaches between you both and roughly grabs one of your boobs. You bring a hand down and get a grip on the tip of her dick, forcing a limited handjob onto her.

In some kind of move she must have learned in the ring, Heather swings her hips up in an arc, getting you off of her and separating you both by about a foot. You both rush back together, crawling on hands and knees. Her mouth latches onto your breasts and you gasp and moan as she bites your nipple. You rotate yourself, exhaustion starting to take hold, and start grinding her cunt into your thigh.

She groans loudly and shoves you with all her might. You sprawl out on the floor, picking yourself up on your elbows. You feel her grab your hindquarters and lift your butt up into the air.

"No!" you tell in defiance.

But it's too late. You moan and yell as she drives her full length into your waiting pussy. She holds nothing back, grunting as she hammers into your backside. All you can do is moan and hold on for dear life. You scream in orgasm and hear her do the same as warmth fills your insides. She doesn't slow for even a moment and falls completely outside of you. When she thrusts forward again, either by accident or design, it's your tight ass she penetrates. You bite your lip as pain quickly, more quickly than you would have thought, turns to numbness and then pleasure.

"Holy shit!" Heather pants. "Holy shit, holy shit, fuck!!!"

She convulses violently behind you and you feel warmth in a new place. It takes a few more of her jerky thrusts to put you over the finish line but you get there eventually.

It takes several gasping breaths for you to realize that you're actually recovering. You still feel exhausted but your strength is returning. Heather isn't moving. Just as that thought occurs to you there's the feeling of her vacating your backdoor and a loud thud.

You stand up on wobbly legs and turn to find Heather **** on the floor with a wide grin on her face.