Sometimes You Just Have To Fuck So Hard Your Foe Into Submission [Fortnite]

In the neon-drenched, digital wasteland of a Fortnite battle royale, she loomed over me, her big bubble butt casting a shadow that promised nothing but pure, unadulterated domination. Her eyes, large and glowing with a wicked intent, locked onto mine as she straddled my waist, her thighs trembling with anticipation. She wore the skins of a victor, her body an exaggerated curve of enticing flesh, every movement a fluid, dynamic dance of power. Her ass, round and firm, brushed against my chest as she leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. “You’re mine now,” she purred, her voice a sultry mix of triumph and lust. She gripped my cock, her fingers wrapping around it with a tight, unreal fit, and guided it to her dripping pussy. She impaled herself onto me, her body stretching to accommodate my length, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she began to ride, her hips moving in a frenetic, ecstatic rhythm. Her ahegao expression was one of pure, unfiltered bliss, her mouth wide open, eyes rolled back, and tongue lolling out as she took every inch of me, her juices coating my shaft, making obscene slapping sounds with each powerful thrust.

Her hands clawed at my chest, leaving red marks on my skin, her nails digging in as she chased her release. She leaned back, her hands on my thighs for support, her tits bouncing wildly with each bounce of her ass. Her pussy clamped down on me, the pressure intense and mind-numbing, her inner walls rippling with each wave of pleasure that coursed through her. She was a sight to behold, her body glowing under the harsh digital lights, her skin slick with sweat, and her face a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She was riding me into submission, her every movement a testament to her dominance, her every moan a symphony of her victory. I was her prize, her conquest, and she was going to fuck me into oblivion, one powerful thrust at a time.