She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go pick up her pay check. It wasn't until that moment that I realized she was a stripper,...and how little I really knew about the fantastic woman. Pulling off full contact fighting while maintaining the body of a stripper must not have been easy. It also explained why she'd resisted my plans to bulk her up a little for fighting. She was only gone a few minutes and came out all bubbly and bouncing toward me. I asked her what happened. The sex session looked frenetic, lots of different positions, both moaning and talking constantly, encouraging each other, almost daring each other to fuck harder, faster, quicker. Then the videos stopped. Nothing more during at least thirty minutes… After another ten minutes my phone showed a new single image, which told me they were finished. Anita was lying on the bed, covered in sweat, her cheeks flushed. She looked spent, exhausted. Between her slightly spread thighs I could see cum. As she sat on the toilet, harsh entered and ordered her to pee on him. He was naked already, with his dick stronger and harder than ever. He sat down and opened his mouth for the ultimate juice for him, and she peed on him all over. Harsh caught her hairs and made her lick her pee from his face and chest.She felt the taste more turning her on, and soon she was on her knees begging for his rod. Harsh caught her hairs with both hands, pushed her to corner, and shoved his dick in her mouth, and. ‘Yes, Cameron. Fuck me. Put that hard cock in my hungry little cunt.’ Cameron pushed Heather to the floor and mounted her. He pushed his cock into the damp curls between her legs. ‘God, oh my God, Heather. Feels so goddamn good. Your cunt is so fucking tight. I love your fucking cunt, you little bitch!’ The words coming from Cameron’s mouth were making Heather’s pussy even wetter. She was literally soaking his cock with her juices. Cameron began pumping his hard cock into her pussy. Heather.