“The only woman still standing, Jessica Alba!” you exclaim.
Lindsay would have looked upset, if she hadn’t been dazed, exhausted and ecstatic.
“Well, it appears our loser isn’t ready to fulfill her forfeit. What do you think, folks, should we give her a chance to recover?” you ask into the microphone.
The crowd of horny, openly groping themselves, students and teachers make it real clear that they want to see the hot redhead lick the beautiful starlet clean, then give her a fan-damn-tastic orgasm.
“Well, tough shit, it’s my show,” a thought makes it so there are a dozen camera crews in the audience, covering the match for international television. The crowd starts to boo, but you continue, “Now, she can’t get off scot-free, now can she? I think,” you grab your crotch and adjust yourself very publicly as you leer at Jessica, who’s staring at you, barely standing as the orgasm rods effects slowly wear off, “we need to give her something extra to clean off our victor, don’t you?” you ask, winning back the crowd with a wink and a broad smile.
“Well, then, come on over, Jessica,” you command. The naked starlet strides towards you, long legs picking their way through the dirty floor and daintily stepping over the fallen (and still moaning) body of Lindsay Lohan on her way towards you.
You strip out of your clothing so fast that not even you are sure whether you used your powers or not. Jessica gave you a big hug, her firm breasts and hard nipples brushing against you and transferring a bit of the thin layer of food that covered her onto your chest. “How do you want me?” she whispers in your ear.
“What?” you ask, distracted by the feeling of her hand casually wrapping itself around your cock.
“How do you want me?” she repeats with a flirtatious smile as she pulls away a little, though her hand never leaves your cock. |