1. Nicola's Sexfight


    Date: 1/17/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: guinnich, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Nicola's braided hair snaked over her shoulder as she stood waiting for John to finish undressing. This was their first match; their opportunity to prove themselves worthy of their respective Houses and for one of them the prospect of advancement. 32 year old Nicola stood at 5'9", with raven hair pulled back into a braided length specifically for this encounter. Buxom, with a small tattoo of a falcon on her shoulder, she watched John put his clothes to the side of the arena and considered how she would defeat her slim middle aged opponent. Dossiers maintained by the House archivists usually provided the erotic combatants with detailed accounts of how bouts were won or lost, but as initiates, they had little reference on each other. She knew he had been something on the circuit a few years ago, but he had returned to find a lot had changed. She'd heard that he was a good power fucker, but that was ten years ago. Figuring she probably wouldn't defeat him by hand or mouth, Nicola decided to wait until she had him in her cunt, where she could squeeze him to submission in any position, more so if she could get on top. John stepped onto the mats, his erect cock pointing at Nicola in challenge. Nicola, hands on hips, met him nose to nose, ignoring the glistening tip pressing against her. "So, first contest then?" asked John. "First victory." she replied, trying to establish herself. "I like that, it'll make it sweeter when you tap out" and he reached between her legs. This was the ...
    bell ring, round one, her hand took a firm grip on his length, pulling him hard as he cupped her moist sex. Arcing their free arms around each other's necks, they locked open mouths as they skirmished below the waist, waiting for one of them to lose balance and be taken down. Nicola pumped John's length, feeling it throb in her control. She felt his fingers push inside, his thumb against her clitoris, her hardened nipples sandwiched between John's chest and her squashed tits as they writhed. Breaking their kiss, John went to his knees, slapping Nicola's arse hard as he pulled her cunt to his face. 'Anything that gets him more worked up' she thought and ran her hands through his hair, stopping to pull his tongue deeper into her. John's slapping became kneading, rolling her flesh in a circular motion timed with his tongue fucking. From her stance, Nicola's physical options were restricted, but her verbal capacity remained "fuck my cunt John, fuck it good" she encouraged him, thrusting her hips at his face. She allowed herself to enjoy John's efforts for a while, especially when his hands advanced on her pussy, parting her open. She'd been fisted before, usually during catfights, but John's aggression and speed was different. Letting her legs buckle, she sat down, still with his hand inside and leant back on her elbows, watching John's hand thump into her. John knelt in front of her, alternating frigging her and running his tongue along her engorged lips, his hand glistening with ...
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