Sandy vs. Udon 3
Sandy takes her victory from Mater Udon
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Master Udon rubs his abdominal muscles, grinding his teeth together. “You are most impressive, Miss Cheeks, but your skills are limited, are they not?”
Sandy keeps her hands up in a defensive stance, narrowing her eyes and waiting for anything the man had in store for her.
With another groaning grunt, the fish flexes his muscles even harder than before, and suddenly, his shorts rip and shatter, disappearing into the ether of his martial power. His cock and balls rise high, powered with his ki and his concentration.
Sandy gulps, licking her lips. “Well ain’t that a sight for sore eyes,” she says, flexing on her own, grabbing her top and bottom and ripping them aside, keeping only the bowl on top of her head and her flower as articles to wear.
Nodding, Master Udon rushes for Sandy, and Sandy rushes for him. The two of them clash, grabbing onto each other’s arms and shoulders in an epic struggle of dominance,
But it is Sandy who overcomes Udon, hooking her leg around his ankle and sweeping him to the ground, knocking the fish clear onto his back.
That’s when the squirrel hops onto him, pinning him by his thighs, her hands grasping at his wrists. “If you weren’t willin’ ta lose, Udon, you shouldn’t have accepted mah challenge!”
Master Udon Snarls, his cock throbbing as she slides her pussy against it, licking that shaft with her swollen and needy lips. She reaches for his shoulders, pushing and pinning him down as she lifts herself up and swallows that cock hole.
“Oh yeah, that’s nice ‘n tight, mmm hmmm!” she shudders, her body constricting around his shaft.
“Oo… oooh…” Master Udon groans, closing his eyes, shuddering under her.
“That’s right, Udon. You can just enjoy the ride as I take from ya my victory prize!”
Sandy slams into Udon, sheathing his cock all the way inside her. Her muscles quiver at the feeling of that thick manliness buried deep inside her, her eyes fluttering, her smile a big, stupid grin. “Oh fuck yeah, this is exactly what I was wantin’!” She cries out, and she decides to roll, rocking back and forth over that thing, pulling and pushing it this way and that inside of her. “Yeee haaaw!” she cries, gripping tight to his shoulders, sending shocks of pain through his arms.
Her actions practically reduce Udon to a groaning mess on the ground, all of his sensations going to his cock inside her. His willingness to throw her off nearly goes away, but he tries to push his shoulders and his arms or maneuver his legs to buck and get her off of him, or for him to get off at this point.
Sandy nods, biting her lips, her buck teeth digging a firm hold onto him. She then begins to lift up, slowly pulling from that cock, her hold on him so tight that the pressure makes the older man groan.
Soon, she’s up to holding onto just his tip. She then opens one eye, smirking devilishly at him before she slams down onto him!
She does so again and again, milking him, fucking the man hard, having him go deeper and deeper into her, hitting her g spot and making her quiver and squirm. “Oh boy, ho-howdy. This is… this is … I need this!” She gasps, grabbing onto his forehead and thrusting him down, knocking him to the floor and arresting any attempt he had to push himself back up.
Her walls wrap around his cock, squeezing him for all he’s worth as she slams onto him with all her muscular might. Try as he might, Master Udon strains, his veins popping, his muscles bulging, but it isn’t enough to escape the squirrel’s stupendous strength.
Soon, Sandy throws her head back, screaming out into the empty room as her walls convulse around his cock and a fireworks display of neurons fire off within her, sending her on a trip far beyond what any typical game of karate can give her.
Master Udon groans, his eyes rolling back, his own orgasm following Sandy’s. He squirms pretty mush helplessly under her, his cock milked as she bounces, over and over again, completely draining him dry, taking in every last drop of fishy sperm he has to give.
Soon, after the thousandth or so slam against his hips, Sandy pushes herself up, her body tightly closed with her flexing muscles that not a drop of his sperm escapes her until she stands and relaxes, immediately turning back to her standard size.
“Well, shucks, Master Udon,” she begins, casually slipping into her bottoms. “That sure was a fun ride. But I reckon I like karate just fine enough without all the extra stuff on top of it.
Master Udon, drained by Sandy, lies on the ground as a husk of his former self. He tries to speak, raising an arm and letting out a hoarse, dry whimper.
“Well, if’n I ever need another roll in the hay, I know just where to find ya,” Sandy says, giving the emaciated fish a pat on the cheek. “You have a good time now, ya hear? NOw, do yous uppose you have a bathroom ‘round these parts?”
Master Udon’s other dry arm reaches up, pointing the way.
“Thank ya kindly,” Sandy says, tipping an invisible hat, and there she goes off, humming to herself and swaying as she goes, refreshed and ready for some research… and some more ka-ra-tay!