you weren't quite sure how you ended up in this predicament. you and johnny had been sparring, just trying to let out some energy, and here you were, his large hand pressing your face down into the mat while he drilled in and out of you faster and harder than you could ever imagine, nor do yourself.
you couldn't tell how many orgasms you had, nor how many times he had made you cum. had he? you couldn't tell if it was sweat or his cum mixed with yours that was running down your thighs.
your moans started to grow weaker and quieter with how badly your throat hurt from calling out his name. someone walking in wasn't even on your radar, all you knew was that you wanted more of johnny.
you could tell that his thrusts were slowing down, getting sloppier and harder. his hand finally lifted from your head, moving to your other hip that wasn't currently being held by him. with a few more sloppy thrusts, he finally stopped, not before pumping you even fuller of his cum.
he pulled out, letting your body lightly fall to the ground as he rolled over and laid on his back.
"shit, bonnie. might have to spar more with ya, huh?"
and who were you to say no to a sparring session with johnny?