Kaze... dude...

Johnny was moaning hard from the position they were in. But as Taylor wrapped her legs around his body, he knew they were just getting started. <I wish I could just fight you, Taylor-chan> Johnny muttered in Japanese before groaning.

He stopped his thrusting for a moment and dug his fingers into her small chest. With a hard strain, he curled one leg underneath him and then the other until he slowly began to stand up with her propped against him. Once he had himself stable and situated, Johnny bean thrusting his hi[pps once more.

<Ready for the ride of your life, babe? Hold on tight!> It was way better than his usual work out routine.

Taylor's face squeezed in a one-eyed wince. In AFW, all the guys and giant-boobed girls couldn't understand the plight of the small, sensitive-boobed girl. She liked the pain and everything, but... she pushed hard against Johnny's hands to back them off an inch or two as the pair of them lifted up off the mat.

"Johnny, <did you really just say that?>" She almost laughed. "<I'm as ready as...> Oh, fuck." She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut as Johnny began to move in and out. She tried to work her hips in time with his as best she could from her current compromising position, every short, slippery motion sending fuzzy lightning bolts of pleasure through her body.

"God, Tiger, don't stop," she moaned.

Johnny was panting hard as he held Taylor up. It was a weird position but it was so hot. Strangely enough he seemed to be doing a lot of the motion with his hands, as if he was standing still and moving Taylor against him, inching his hands a little off her mounds as he felt her try and slide them. His body was drenched in sweat but the strain of the position made everything they were doing almost hypersensitive as Taylor's body made loud sounds when it slapped against him.

<N-never, Taylor-chan!> Johnny said and grunted loudly clenching his teeth as he tried to pick up the pace. <Taylor-chan! Hnnnngh! I love you... hangh... so much!> He said as his feet began to slowly shuffle, walking her closer tot he ropes while he pounded away with hard thrusts.

The tension was building inside of Taylor, and every breathless moan came more urgently, every gasping breath in between caught in her throat. "<I love you, I love you! Harder!>" She panted as her body bounced against Johnny's hips. "Haah! Hnn! C'mon, harder, harder!"

Johnny was nearly incoherent with his own words as he heard Taylor speak. He did as she commanded, straining his muscles tot he limit. Holding Taylor up for so long as well as the hard thrusting was pushing him to the maximum especially after the spar they just had. He was determined to keep going until the very end though and slammed himself harder into her, thrusting as his mouth hung open and haggard pants escaped with rugged moans. He was close as he walked her to the ropes. When he finally burst, he'd no doubt just end up dropping to the mat. Hopefully she had the wherewithal to keep herself from slamming into the mat as he crashed. He could barely think straight as pleasure permeated through his body.

Taylor's gasping, panting moans rose to a girlishly high pitch as her body smacked against Johnny. She couldn't take it anymore. She tried to stifle her cries, but they came out anyway. Finally with a single, muted squeal, her whole body jerked and stiffened, and her mouth gaped wide while an orgasm ripped through her so intensely that she could hardly breathe.

"Fffuck!" Was the only strangled word that managed to come out.

Johnny wasn't far off as his body mimicked Taylor's. His eyes shut tightly and as waves of pleasure washed over him, he tried to focus hard on not dropping Taylor, even as he felt his grip slacken and his body weaken from the hard release.

"Terror-chan!" He gasped sharply. Once his own orgasm subsided, he did his best to try and lower them both to the floor in as gentle a pile as he could muster, panting hard as he flopped onto his butt and then fell backwards on his back with his eyes closed and his chest heaving.

Taylor took gasping breaths in between stifled cries and panting moans while her body jerked and twitched. By the time Johnny was on his way down, she was as limp as a noodle. "I win!" She said feebly, as she bounced face-first off the ropes and fell flat on her stomach, with her arms stuck underneath her. She looked like she'd just been drugged and pushed out of a moving car.

"Nnh..." Her half open eyes could only just see Johnny, flat on his back behind her. She struggled to form the words, but her head was filled with cotton candy and cartoon birds and lube. "Ya... shob, er..."