Your tombstone

Channeling the spirit of the Undertaker, you give the crowd the throat slash. Their anticipatory rumble starts immediately. Tiffany is easy to deadlift off the ground, positioned belly-to-belly & upside-down. The crowd is raucous, screaming for the classic move, infecting you with their anticipation. You face the 4 sides of the ring, gesture again, wait for the cheers to reach their crescendo... which gives the Schoolgirl recovery time.

You didn't notice her slide your tights down. You did notice her gulp down half your cock. When you gasp in shock, her limbs turn rigid around your head. She's forcing her mouth down your shaft, gagging but not stopping. In her **** situation there's no time for finesse. You pull on her braid but she clamps down with her teeth. When you cry out her scissors clamp down with adrenal strength. Your breathing smothered & your sex stimulated, your own adrenaline starts to flow. Punches find Tiff's kidney, Tiff's ribs, Tiff's hips. Fingernails find your balls. They win out.

"David & Goliath , the XXX Parody. Who's falling first?"

You are. Your systems are in total disarray. Horny, hurt, light headed all at once. Crumpling to your knees, struggling to stay even there. Your sexual counterattack, slipping past the panties with finger & tongue, is very late. Your foe is a master of this 2 pronged attack. The pink mist is darkened by your fading consciousness. Schoolgirl's also juggling your nuts, gripping them if you even think of striking.

Trapped by both heads. I'm finished.

When you do finish, Tiffany swallows every drop, moaning in glee. Your shuddering body & muffled groans are plenty enough evidence of the domination point you just lost. Once that distraction is over, she can focus completely on the headscissor. Drained & in pain, you tap quickly.

"Aaaaaah! Woo! I needed that, thanks Johnny."

"Yeah... sure... anytime..."

Tiffany wins 2 points for domination & submission.