Time for a break from her perspective

Thank god, he taps out.

You immediately roll away, escaping...for now. You scramble to a kneeling position, panting, keeping your distance. You glare at Roger.

He too is catching is breath, but for other reasons. You look at his cock, his cockhead fiercly red and looking even larger than before.

You have your first doubts of winning the match. It is as if he can smell your fear. He teases you, 'You seem to be struggling. Wouldn't you rather just lay down and let me finish you off?'

'Fuck you, I can take you anytime I want, fuckface' you respond bravely.

'Come and get me' he challenges.