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Description
Death match battle.

Standing just outside the men's changing room at the exclusive spa, Parvati slipped off her trench coat so she was standing almost naked in a pair of skimpy florals bikini bottoms.
She caressed her breasts, excited about the upcoming confrontation with Christian, who thought he could outsmart her AND stole her money. Imagine, a man actually thinking he could the best of her.

Parvati had a choice to make, but it really wasn't much of a choice. Would she rather have her arms around a dead hunk and have $10,000 all to herself, or let Christian live and have no money.

Too bad, she thought. He was quite a handsome stud, but he had stupidly crossed her and was trying to make off with the money and keep it all for himself. Men, Parvati shook her head. Why did men always so underestimate the power, strength, and overall skill of a sexy babe?

Christian was sitting in a jockstrap on a bench before a locker off to the side of a whirlpool bath with swirling clear water when Parvati entered. He was surprised to see her, but obviously somewhat glad; at least Tasha liked to think so, otherwise why did the bulge in his crotch begin to expand so noticeably?

"You can run but you can't hide," Tasha said, staring at the aroused appendage twitching within Christian's black underwear.

"It's not what you think," Christian said, rising to his feet.

"It looks like you can only think with that little head between your legs," Parvati laughed.

The insult caused the bulge in Christian's cock to stir even more.

"I was going to share the money with you, honest," Christian said, resting one hand on his crotch, trying to calm himself.

He turned and opened the top of the locker where the money was bundled, but Parvati wasn't interested, She already knew she was going to take all the money, for now she was content to admire Christian's muscular back.

"I just love the sight of a nice hunk for the last time before I destroy him." Parvati said, laughing at her confidence.

Christian suddenly swung around and reached for her, placing an outstretched arm on each of Parvati's shoulders.

"You're going to be sorry, bitch! That money is mine!" he threatened.

"I doubt it," Tasha laughed, her hands moving much quicker than the muscular enemy before her.

One hand grabbed the back waistband of his black underwear, while the other pulled up on the front. Christian was suddenly helpless, dangling before the sexy tan woman as she yanked the front of his underwear further up his body so the waistband covered his belly and the black fabric formed a small pouch squeezing and chocking his hard, throbbing cock.

Christian groaned as Parvati increased the pressure. His arms were still across her slender feminine shoulders, his massive cock beginning to slip out of the jock.

"Crime never pays for someone like you," Parvati scolded the desperate man, slamming him back against the locker door.

"But it sure does for me," she said, slipping her hand back down and up cupping his balls, while still pulling up and holding him in place by the front of his underwear.

Tasha pressed the triangle of her floral bikini up against Christian's erect cock, which was twitching madly inside his underwear. Parvati began to thrust forward with her pussy, humping and grinding him against the locker, rhythmically meeting his erect cock and slamming his bare ass against the locker.

Wow, what a rush, she thought, as she continued to hump the hunk like he was her own personal sexual toy, an object for her desire and gratification, nothing more, simply a cock for her to use and dispose of once she had reached her orgasm and was done with him.

Parvati was slamming against her male victim harder now, the tingling within her beginning to build, her excitement rising as she realized the poor stud was completely at her mercy. A particularly hard thrust caused Christian to cry out in pain. And then his arms were flailing, as she pushed onward toward climax, and then sensed that she was choking the life out of him by squeezing and crushing his cock.

Almost there, Parvati began to squeal and then cry in ecstasy. She still held the front waistline of Christian's underwear as she pounded against him. She barely noticed when the head of his excited cock slipped out of the underwear, only aware of it when she felt the pre-cum on the tip of his penis rub across her belly.

She slammed him back again and his cock squirted once before Parvati pulled down on his balls so his penis was back in his underwear where it exploded within, and then she knew he was dead, as she released the waist of his underwear and her pounding pussy took her over the edge, carrying her toward the best climax ever, her mound relishing the power and sensation of pressing against Christian's wet and sticky underwear.

Shuddering, Parvati pressed up against the lifeless Christian, slowing the pace of her thrusts as she began to come down and regain her composure. She held his body up against the locker and looked up over his shoulder at the money in the locker that was now hers, as it should be, as it was always meant to be.

Parvati grabbed the back waistband of the defeated hunk's underwear and carried his dangling body toward the whirlpool bath. Placing one hand around his lifeless neck, Parvati swung him back by the underwear strap and then tossed him out and forward where he landed with splash in the water. Satisfied with her accomplishment, Parvati admired the Christian's ass cheeks as he lay literally doing the dead man's float, the water around his waist beginning to turn whitish because of the cum spreading out from his still erect cock beneath.

Turning her back in triumph, Parvati grabbed the bundle of money and strutted out of the changing room, making sure to blow the finished Christian a farewell kiss.

Description
Death match battle.

Standing just outside the men's changing room at the exclusive spa, Parvati slipped off her trench coat so she was standing almost naked in a pair of skimpy florals bikini bottoms.
She caressed her breasts, excited about the upcoming confrontation with Christian, who thought he could outsmart her AND stole her money. Imagine, a man actually thinking he could the best of her.

Parvati had a choice to make, but it really wasn't much of a choice. Would she rather have her arms around a dead hunk and have $10,000 all to herself, or let Christian live and have no money.

Too bad, she thought. He was quite a handsome stud, but he had stupidly crossed her and was trying to make off with the money and keep it all for himself. Men, Parvati shook her head. Why did men always so underestimate the power, strength, and overall skill of a sexy babe?

Christian was sitting in a jockstrap on a bench before a locker off to the side of a whirlpool bath with swirling clear water when Parvati entered. He was surprised to see her, but obviously somewhat glad; at least Tasha liked to think so, otherwise why did the bulge in his crotch begin to expand so noticeably?

"You can run but you can't hide," Tasha said, staring at the aroused appendage twitching within Christian's black underwear.

"It's not what you think," Christian said, rising to his feet.

"It looks like you can only think with that little head between your legs," Parvati laughed.

The insult caused the bulge in Christian's cock to stir even more.

"I was going to share the money with you, honest," Christian said, resting one hand on his crotch, trying to calm himself.

He turned and opened the top of the locker where the money was bundled, but Parvati wasn't interested, She already knew she was going to take all the money, for now she was content to admire Christian's muscular back.

"I just love the sight of a nice hunk for the last time before I destroy him." Parvati said, laughing at her confidence.

Christian suddenly swung around and reached for her, placing an outstretched arm on each of Parvati's shoulders.

"You're going to be sorry, bitch! That money is mine!" he threatened.

"I doubt it," Tasha laughed, her hands moving much quicker than the muscular enemy before her.

One hand grabbed the back waistband of his black underwear, while the other pulled up on the front. Christian was suddenly helpless, dangling before the sexy tan woman as she yanked the front of his underwear further up his body so the waistband covered his belly and the black fabric formed a small pouch squeezing and chocking his hard, throbbing cock.

Christian groaned as Parvati increased the pressure. His arms were still across her slender feminine shoulders, his massive cock beginning to slip out of the jock.

"Crime never pays for someone like you," Parvati scolded the desperate man, slamming him back against the locker door.

"But it sure does for me," she said, slipping her hand back down and up cupping his balls, while still pulling up and holding him in place by the front of his underwear.

Tasha pressed the triangle of her floral bikini up against Christian's erect cock, which was twitching madly inside his underwear. Parvati began to thrust forward with her pussy, humping and grinding him against the locker, rhythmically meeting his erect cock and slamming his bare ass against the locker.

Wow, what a rush, she thought, as she continued to hump the hunk like he was her own personal sexual toy, an object for her desire and gratification, nothing more, simply a cock for her to use and dispose of once she had reached her orgasm and was done with him.

Parvati was slamming against her male victim harder now, the tingling within her beginning to build, her excitement rising as she realized the poor stud was completely at her mercy. A particularly hard thrust caused Christian to cry out in pain. And then his arms were flailing, as she pushed onward toward climax, and then sensed that she was choking the life out of him by squeezing and crushing his cock.

Almost there, Parvati began to squeal and then cry in ecstasy. She still held the front waistline of Christian's underwear as she pounded against him. She barely noticed when the head of his excited cock slipped out of the underwear, only aware of it when she felt the pre-cum on the tip of his penis rub across her belly.

She slammed him back again and his cock squirted once before Parvati pulled down on his balls so his penis was back in his underwear where it exploded within, and then she knew he was dead, as she released the waist of his underwear and her pounding pussy took her over the edge, carrying her toward the best climax ever, her mound relishing the power and sensation of pressing against Christian's wet and sticky underwear.

Shuddering, Parvati pressed up against the lifeless Christian, slowing the pace of her thrusts as she began to come down and regain her composure. She held his body up against the locker and looked up over his shoulder at the money in the locker that was now hers, as it should be, as it was always meant to be.

Parvati grabbed the back waistband of the defeated hunk's underwear and carried his dangling body toward the whirlpool bath. Placing one hand around his lifeless neck, Parvati swung him back by the underwear strap and then tossed him out and forward where he landed with splash in the water. Satisfied with her accomplishment, Parvati admired the Christian's ass cheeks as he lay literally doing the dead man's float, the water around his waist beginning to turn whitish because of the cum spreading out from his still erect cock beneath.

Turning her back in triumph, Parvati grabbed the bundle of money and strutted out of the changing room, making sure to blow the finished Christian a farewell kiss.