She's given me a good fight.

I respect her as an incredible opponent, the best I've ever faced.

Still inside her, I lean forward and clamp my arms around her neck in a sleeper. I wrap my legs around her, and locking my legs inside of hers, I slowly spread her legs. Her own legs give out, weak from arousal, and we lower to the ground. We roll onto our sides, then onto my back so she's on top of me, caught in my doggy-style rear naked ****.

I don't use too much pressure, because she's not struggling very hard, and this match is getting less and less competitive by the second. Clearly getting off to the idea of losing now, she stops trying to break my hold and begins stimulating her clit. I flex and release my thighs, gliding up and down inside her. I keep a steadily-increasing rhythm, watching her firm young globes bounce with the motion.

She suddenly arches her back, convulses for a full minute, then taps the mat right as I come inside her.

"Oh my god," she gasps when I let her go, "that was so hot!" She puts her knuckles in her mouth and bites down as she shudders in ecstasy again. We both lie back, panting.

"That's the first time you've ever tapped out, ever," I observe.

"No one's ever abused my pussy in a match," she replies, giggling at the thought. "Besides, it's you I lost to, I don't mind..."

"More of a tie, if you ask me," I respond. "I totally came right when you tapped out."

"I say we both won then," she murmurs, dropping her hand in mine and squeezing it.

I laugh.

"Yeah..."