Pussy smother!

As you fall to your knees, the Champion contemplates what to do for a moment. Then, with a smirk, she notices that your face is exactly at crotch level.

“Hey, Jack,” she says. “You might wanna take a deep breath.”

So saying, she grabs your head and forces it forward, pressing your mouth onto her {if Bikini removed = false}bikini-clad {elseif Bikini removed = true}bare {endif} pussy.

You can taste the Champion’s juices {if Bikini removed = false}through the thin fabric {elseif Bikini removed = true}immediately{endif}, already starting to flow after a few minutes of combat, and you can tell that she’s getting wetter and wetter as she grinds herself against your face. The smell hits your nose at the same time, a mixture of sweat and feminine arousal, a perfect match for this fighting goddess.

She face-fucks you even harder now, and you hear her moaning grow louder and louder as she approaches the moment of climax. You try to **** your way free, to no avail; her grip on your head is like iron. There’s nothing you can do but ride out the wave as her moans crescendo into a scream and a flood of cum soaks your face.

Satisfied (for now), Roxie steps back into the center of the ring, waiting for you to recover. Your cheeks burn with humiliation as you rise, with the aftermath of the Champion’s orgasm dripping off your nose and chin, but in spite of yourself you’re even more enthralled by her now, and your erection hasn’t faded one bit.

“Mmmm, that was fun,” she says. “Ready to keep going? There’s more where that came from.”