Show whos better! Killer King vs Mariko Ishii

King gotten himself lucky to avoid getting dropkick by Mariko and now he pulls her up off the mat, flipping her upside down in a Tombstone position where he holds her up in one arm and at the same time using his free hand moving down to her shorts and sliding into her sex with his thick fingers, sliding in back n forth, just like before he'll go for the fingering of her until she can make her cum. "Ready to lose Marik----- Mmmmmm!"

King also feeling his shaft being grabbed on as well his head being wrapped around by her legs trapping him, keeping herself hanging and feeling shes jerking his cock out, her hands just so damn good at stroking the beast like that and he does feeling it coming, long way to go though. "Mmmmm.... are we.... racing who cum first? Mmmm!"

King pretty going to race her with his fingers pushing in faster, rougher, as much as he could while shes doing her thing with his cock, though he hoped his one arm around her waist hoping to squeezing her body to distracting her.

King's arms were indeed powerful. But the squeezing effect of just one of them around Mariko's waist was much more bearable than it would have been if he'd been using both arms. If anything was distracting her, it was his fingers continuing to move in and out of her womanhood, each thrust seeming to get faster and rougher, causing several moans to escape her lips.

"Sure seems that way, big guy. Just try not to fall too far behind." she said teasingly in between moans, though she had a feeling this race would be a close one no matter who won. And with King having gotten a slight head start, Mariko had a bit of catching up to do.

So just like her opponent, Mariko began to move her hand harder and faster against King's shaft. And to add a little something extra, she began to work her tongue against the tip of his manhood. Meanwhile, her sex was getting wetter and wetter at King's rough touch, and she could tell she was coming very close to her limit.

"Ummmm damnit..... uhooooo... cum already!" He shouted at her, feeling his cock being stroking, jerk, repeatedly plus the more tingling parts is with her wet mouth, her tongue, brushing up against the tip of his cock just arousing the beast even more, the damn woman is doing just as good as his fingers into her sex.

Barely shaking his head between her legs trapping there, he knew he couldnt get out of it unless he drop onto her head right to the mat with a Tombstone but the risk of doing so might accidentally have her mouth around his shaft and..... may get the beast neutered, rather not have that.

"Unmmmmm.... shiiiiit..... mmmmmm" As he roughing his fingers into her sex while shes doing her own thing with his cock, King knew he couldnt hold it any longer so he'll try to hold it in as long as he could and hoping she would cum first before he can. Feeling himself in a edge of climaxing, King have no choice but to cum once more right into Mariko face. "Ohhhhhh!"

"No…chance!" Mariko replied as she continued to stroke and lick King's manhood, all the while moaning as his fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge with each passing second. And the anticipation was audibly building even in the crowd, as the fans in attendance cheered while waiting to see which combatant would make the other cum first.

Finally Mariko had reached her limit. And despite all her resistance, she threw her head back and let out one final moan as her orgasm hit, her juices flowing out all over King's hand. "Aaahhh!"

But at that exact same moment, King also reached his climax, and his cum shot out over Mariko's face and hair! The ref was right there to see the whole thing, but even she seemed confused about how to call it at first. But after a moment she looked over to the time keeper and waved her arms, calling for the bell.

"It's a draw!" she said, and the bell rang to make it official.

King cum and so did Mariko, both climaxed at the same time giving them both a draw to end the match, something that King rarely, very rarely gets in his matches, a draw, its both win and lost, he doesnt like it but its much better than losing to her thats for sure.

"Mmmmmm......" King letting go of Mariko and slowly dropping himself down to sit on his ass, panting and slowly falling on his back, already exhausted but at least he got some goods out of her, somewhat, he kind of want to plow her but too tired to even try going over to her body, he'll just lay on his back, arms and legs out and his shaft, taking it easy for himself. "Uhhhh.... shiit.... that was good honestly.... mmmm...."

As soon as King released her, Mariko slumped to the mat on her back and brought an arm up to wipe the cum off of her face. Exhausted, she lay still except for the rising and falling of her chest as she panted and tried to catch her breath.

She hadn't been able to defeat the veteran beast, but she'd still put up a hell of a fight, and ended up coming away with a draw. It was about the last thing she ever expected to happen in a match like this, and the thought alone caused her to laugh a bit.

"That was…quite an interesting experience…" she said. It was quite an understatement, though she couldn't find the right words to adequately express her thoughts on what had happened in this match. Still, despite not coming away with the victory, she felt she could feel proud of her effort today. She'd celebrate with a nice shower and a trip to the jazz club later. But first, like her opponent, Mariko needed a moment to rest and recover.

It takes quite a bit of moment for the beast to pushes himself up stand on his feet, tucking his shaft back in his trunks and looking right at Mariko, almost tempting to put her in his moves or something, but King is actually pretty tired and doesnt feel like doing so, not yet actually maybe in the future when they face to face someday.

"Heh.... if you want some REAL fun.... you can visit me in my locker room, Im sure you can find it babe." He chuckles a little before slowly moving his large body to the ropes and slipping out of the ring, taking his time to leave the arena to make way to the backstage, once he disappear from everyone view, he felt pretty good for a woman, for once, is just as good as him. "Mmmmm time for some cold beer!"

As King began pulling himself to his feet, Mariko continued to lay comfortably on the mat as she glanced over at him. "Real fun, huh?" she said with a light chuckle. "Another time, perhaps. I think I've had enough fun for the moment."

A few moments after her opponent left the ring and started up the ramp, Mariko finally and slowly pulled herself back up to her feet. The crowd in attendance applauded both combatants for their effort, and Mariko gave a brief wave to them before stepping through the ropes. Making her way up the ramp on somewhat shaky legs, the post-match shower that awaited had never sounded so good as she made her way back to the locker room.

Match result: Draw