Play Some Mind Games.

Even that brief bout and limited exposure to the gas is seriously messing with your head. All you can think about right now is touching yourself, jerking off, fucking your pussy, your ass, anything to get you off. And from the look in Heather's eyes she's in the same boat. Maybe you could go on the offensive without having to exposure yourself to a counterattack?

You slowly rub your hand up and down your cock, careful not to really touch it lest you set yourself off. Your other hand follows the curves of your hips, stomach, and breasts as you coo at Heather.

"How did you like this body?" you ask her in a husky voice. "Did my pussy satisfy you? I bet you're cunt's in need now too. Don't worry. I've got just the thing for that."

You tighten your kegels, making your cock throb and get just a bit bigger for a moment. She does seem to notice and lick her lips, enthralled by your words.

You grin, "Come on, slut. Give in. I know why you keep coming back to the ring after getting your ass handed to you. It's because that's what you want. To be taken. To be fucked by a real woman. Pinning you down, making you cum over and over again even as you fight it. Just give in..."

You're starting to get pretty excited yourself and have to stop yourself after realizing you really were stroking your cock. But while you were talking Heather was catching her breath. She now has a determined look on her face. Maybe she doesn't actually like losing?

She takes one more deep breath and takes up a fighting stance, ready for round two and no longer seeming interested in what you're selling. By the time you realize this and stop your little tease show she's charging at you.

'Well, shit.'