She's out! Time to pin her!

She's not moving much, lying on her back. I take this opportunity to straddle her, holding her wrists down. I involuntarily grind against the perfect form beneath me, aching for my victory fuck. Not wasting any time, I begin the count.

"One... Two..."

She moves her shoulder up, even as spent as she is. Somehow I knew it wouldn't be that easy. I stagger to my feet in tired frustration, and to my shock, she gets up, too.

"I'm not that easy to put away," she grins, as we square off again.