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Mowgli and Panda stood naked, facing each other in a secluded part of the jungle. Mowgli's lean, muscular body contrasted sharply with Panda's voluptuous curves. She was a striking woman with dark skin, fierce green eyes, and a mane of wild hair. Her large, firm breasts and ample hips made her an alluring yet dangerous opponent. Both admired each other's bodies, anticipation and excitement building as they prepared for their deadly encounter.
"So, little boy, you think you can take me down?" Panda taunted, her voice dripping with disdain and excitement.
Mowgli grinned, unfazed by her arrogance. "Look, you have big tits. I have a big cock. We are practically made for each other. Let’s just settle this like bonobos - find a nice bed, and I promise I'll show you mercy once we're done!"
Panda chuckled, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I have a better idea... How about I take dat 'big dick' down and see just how much you like my big tits!"
Without warning, Panda lunged at Mowgli, her massive breasts leading the charge. She tackled him to the ground, straddling his hips and pressing her heavy breasts against his face, cutting off his air supply. Panda's laughter echoed through the jungle as she asserted her dominance.
"My girls have lured a lot of guys to their death, but I've always dreamed of using them to outright kill someone!" she declared, her voice filled with sadistic glee.
Mowgli struggled beneath her, his hands clawing at her body in a desperate attempt to free himself. Panda's breasts were soft yet firm, their weight overwhelming him. His vision blurred as he fought for breath, the world around him narrowing to the sensation of her smothering embrace.
Despite the dire situation, Mowgli's mind raced. He knew he needed to turn the tables, and fast. He tried to shift Panda's position, hoping to catch a breath, but her ample and powerful body pinned him down. Her massive breasts engulfed his face, her scent and the sensation of her smooth skin driving him wild. She was just too strong, too big, her breasts smothering him completely.
As Mowgli's struggles grew more desperate, his efforts inadvertently pleasured Panda. She moaned in appreciation, her grip on him tightening. In his frantic movements, his aching erection pressed against her wet, inviting folds. He thrust upward, his cock sliding into her with a force born of desperation.
“Think of all the boob-hungry perverts watching this who’d love to die this wa-aaa!!” Panda moaned, her voice faltering as Mowgli’s cock buried itself deeper inside her. Her eyes widened in surprise, then closed in pleasure as he penetrated her fully.
Mowgli's thrusts were powerful, each one driving deeper into Panda's pussy. She gasped and moaned, her body responding to the unexpected pleasure. "Oh no, r-right in the bullseye. Gotta smother the squirt fast before I lose my concentration," she muttered, trying to regain control.
As they fucked, Mowgli managed to shift their positions so that he was on top, with Panda beneath him. Despite this, Panda still held his head tightly against her breasts, refusing to let him breathe. Her nipples were hard against his face, her breasts a soft, suffocating prison.
“How are you still conscious?” Panda thought frantically. “My girls were covering your whole face for minutes!”
Mowgli continued to thrust into her, each movement bringing them closer to the river. He could feel Panda's body tensing, her arousal mixing with her frustration. “Just shoot your load and die like a good little boy!” she demanded, her voice a mix of pleasure and irritation.
With a final, desperate effort, Mowgli plunged Panda's head into the river. Her eyes widened in panic, her body thrashing as she tried to lift her head. The cold water enveloped her, adding a new level of desperation to their struggle.
Now it was a race between Panda drowning and Mowgli passing out from lack of air. Both were making sure the other couldn't get any air, Mowgli holding her head underwater, Panda pressing him against her breasts. Drowning noises mixed with suffocation sounds, creating a chaotic symphony of struggle.
Panda's mind raced with thoughts of humiliation. "This little punk is going to snuff me?" she thought, her pride stinging at the idea.
Mowgli's own thoughts were filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Come on, you big tit slut! Come on... just drown already! Just..." his thoughts trailed off, muddled by the lack of oxygen.
Panda's struggles grew weaker, her body convulsing in the throes of asphyxiation. Mowgli could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, the sensation driving him to the brink. He continued to fuck her, using his arousal to make her lose air faster.
“Come on, you pervy brat, just pass out and let me up!” Panda thought, panic setting in as her vision darkened.
Mowgli's grip on Panda's head tightened, his body moving on autopilot. He was close to losing consciousness himself, but he knew he had to hold on a little longer. The pleasure of her tight pussy around his cock was intoxicating, driving him to keep thrusting despite the lack of air. He seemed determined to keep pounding that pussy until his dying breath, the primal need to conquer and claim her driving him forward.
Panda's body writhed beneath him, her powerful legs kicking and splashing in the water as she fought for air. Her breasts, massive and soft, pressed against Mowgli's face, making it even harder for him to breathe. Her nipples were hard against his cheeks, her skin slick with water and sweat. Her eyes bulged, her mouth open in a silent scream, bubbles rising to the surface as she struggled against the relentless pressure.
Mowgli's vision darkened at the edges, but he could feel the end approaching. Panda's struggles were weakening, her kicks becoming less forceful. He felt a mix of triumph and desperation, knowing he was so close to victory but also on the brink of passing out himself. The sensation of her pussy clenching around his cock, even in her final moments, was driving him wild with pleasure.
In the end, it seemed as though both would orgasm and die at the same time. Panda's body went completely still, her struggles ceasing as she drowned. Her eyes rolled back, her limbs falling limp in the water. Mowgli collapsed against her, his head still buried between her massive breasts. The sensation of her soft, lifeless flesh pressed against him was both eerie and exhilarating. Her breasts, still warm and pliant, cradled his face, the last vestiges of life leaving her body.
Mowgli's body convulsed as he came buckets inside her. The release was overwhelming, his entire being focused on the pleasure coursing through him. Panda's lifeless legs were still wrapped around him, her tits bouncing slightly with the aftershocks. He gasped and jolted up from Panda's corpse, his lungs burning as he gulped in precious air. The joy of getting some air, the sheer relief of surviving, was almost as intense as the pleasure he felt from conquering Panda's ample body.
He looked down at her, a mix of triumph and satisfaction in his eyes. The joy of turning the tables and snuffing Panda, a powerful and deadly opponent, filled him with pride. The sight of her lifeless body, her curves still alluring even in death, added to the thrill. The sheer sexual joy of coming inside her, of claiming her in both a sex fight and a life-and-death struggle, was an experience unlike any other.
Mowgli's breathing slowly returned to normal, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline and exertion. He could feel the warmth of Panda's body starting to fade, the reality of her death sinking in. But for now, he basked in the afterglow of his victory, the satisfaction of having conquered both an opponent and a lover in the most primal way possible.
The thrill of victory and the afterglow of their intense struggle washed over him as he took in the sight of her voluptuous form. He traced his hands over her smooth, wet skin, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath the softness of her flesh.
His fingers slid over her large, round breasts, still warm and pliant despite the lifelessness that had taken over. He marveled at their size, how they had smothered him and yet had been such an incredible source of pleasure. Her nipples were still erect, standing out prominently against the cold, pale skin. He couldn't help but give them a gentle squeeze, feeling the slight give of the flesh beneath his touch.
Mowgli's eyes traveled down her body, admiring the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. Her body, even in death, was a testament to her strength and beauty. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling the toned muscles that had fought so fiercely against him. The sensation of her smooth, supple skin beneath his fingertips was intoxicating.
He reached her lower abdomen, where his cock was still buried deep inside her. The tightness of her pussy around him was a reminder of the fierce battle they had waged. Each small movement sent shivers of pleasure through his body, prolonging the ecstasy of their encounter. He could feel the last drops of his semen being milked from his cock, the warmth of their mingled fluids a stark contrast to the cool water around them.
Mowgli's hands continued to explore, moving to her thighs. He marveled at the power contained within those muscles, the strength that had tried to overpower him. Her legs, still wrapped loosely around his waist, were firm and strong, a testament to her athletic prowess. He gently unwrapped them, feeling the weight and resistance as he did so.
As he moved, his eyes caught sight of her face, partially submerged in the water. Her expression was one of final surrender, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open as if in one last gasp for air. The sight stirred a mix of emotions in him – triumph, satisfaction, and a strange sense of loss. She had been a formidable opponent and a thrilling partner in their deadly dance.
Mowgli leaned down, his face close to hers, and whispered, "You were amazing." He kissed her forehead softly, a final gesture of respect for the woman who had given him such an intense and unforgettable experience.
He finally withdrew from her, the sensation of her tightness lingering as he pulled out. He stood over her, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of their encounter. The water around them was still now, the violence of their struggle having subsided, leaving only the echoes of their passion and the silence of her defeat.
Mowgli’s body was drenched in sweat and water, his muscles trembling with exhaustion as he looked down at Panda’s lifeless form beneath him. The realization of his triumph filled him with a heady mix of exhilaration and satisfaction. He had outlasted her, overpowered her, and ultimately snuffed out her life with his sheer determination and raw sexual energy.
He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he steadied himself. The cool night air felt refreshing against his damp skin, but his body ached for rest. He glanced at Panda’s ample, defeated body, her once powerful form now limp and motionless. Her large, fleshy breasts, which had been his adversaries in the suffocation struggle, now seemed to invite him to rest.
With a satisfied grin, Mowgli positioned himself on top of Panda’s corpse, reveling in the sensation of her soft, abundant flesh beneath him. Her skin was still warm to the touch, a stark contrast to the lifelessness of her body. He adjusted himself, making sure not to sleep face down, and nestled his head between her massive breasts. The softness and warmth of her tits provided an unexpectedly comfortable pillow, cradling his head as he closed his eyes.
He could feel the weight of her body against his own, her large, firm breasts pressing against his cheeks and chest. The sensation was deeply erotic, a reminder of the intense struggle they had just endured. His mind replayed the moments of their fight, the feel of her nipples between his fingers, the taste of her titflesh in his mouth, and the way her pussy had clenched around his cock as she tried to outlast him.
Mowgli sighed contentedly, his body relaxing as he sank into the warmth of Panda’s corpse. The exhaustion from the fight washed over him, and he reveled in the feeling of her defeated form beneath him. It was a triumphant and deeply satisfying experience, knowing that he had bested her in both a life-and-death struggle and an intense sexual encounter.
As he drifted off to sleep, Mowgli couldn’t help but smile. The memory of Panda’s voluptuous body, the way her large breasts had felt against his skin, and the sheer eroticism of their fight would stay with him. It was a victory unlike any other, and he intended to savor every moment of it.
Mowgli stirred awake, feeling a warm, soft sensation against his lips. As he slowly came to, he realized that his mouth was wrapped around one of Panda's large, dark brown nipples. He instinctively sucked on it, savoring the taste and texture. The nipple was firm and slightly salty from the exertion of their struggle, yet there was a faint sweetness that lingered on his tongue. He could feel the weight of her breast in his hand, the soft, pliable flesh yielding to his touch. Despite being dead, her skin was still warm from his body heat, a smooth, tawny brown that glowed in the morning light.
Still half-asleep, Mowgli's mind registered the sensation of Panda's ample breast filling his mouth. He let his tongue flick over the hardened peak, teasing it as he sucked gently. The feel of her smooth, tawny skin against his lips was incredibly erotic, and he couldn't help but groan softly in pleasure. He tightened his grip on her breast, pulling her closer as he continued to suck, lost in the moment.
As he fully awoke, he became more aware of his surroundings and the reality of the situation. He was lying on top of Panda's lifeless body, her soft, warm flesh cushioning him like a luxurious pillow. Her ample breasts were pressed against his face, and his morning erection throbbed with need. The realization that he had been sucking on her tit in his sleep made him smirk. Even in death, Panda's body was irresistibly alluring.
Mowgli pulled back slightly, his lips releasing her nipple with a soft pop. He took a moment to admire the sight before him. Panda's beautiful face, framed by her thick, jet-black hair, was slackened in death. Her wide, dark eyes were open, her once proud and defiant expression was now frozen in a look of horrified realization. Her full lips were parted slightly, as if in a final, silent scream. The expression on her face was a stark reminder of the fear and desperation she had felt in her last moments.
His gaze traveled down her powerful, muscular body, taking in every detail. Her shoulders were broad and strong, leading to toned arms that had once tried to overpower him. Her large, firm breasts were still warm and inviting, each nipple a dark, erect peak that begged for attention. He could remember how they had felt in his mouth, the soft, pliable flesh yielding to his tongue and teeth. The taste of her skin had been slightly salty from the exertion of their fight, mixed with the faint sweetness of her natural scent.
Mowgli's eyes wandered over Panda's taut, toned belly, tracing the line of her hip bones, feeling the curves that led to her strong, shapely legs. Her thighs were muscular and powerful, yet still feminine, with a softness that belied their strength. Her feet, with their high arches and neatly trimmed nails, completed the picture of a warrior woman who had taken care of every aspect of her body.
His attention was drawn back to her pussy, nestled between her thighs. It was still slightly parted, a testament to their earlier encounter. The folds were slick and inviting, the dark pink lips contrasting with her tawny skin. He could feel himself growing hard again at the sight of her, the memory of how her pussy had gripped him tightly, milking him for everything he had, still fresh in his mind.
Grinning wickedly, Mowgli decided to take his revenge for the near-death experience she had put him through. He repositioned himself, straddling her chest and gripping her huge tits roughly. The soft, ample flesh yielded to his touch, her nipples still hard and inviting. He squeezed her breasts together, creating a tight channel for his throbbing cock.
As he thrust into the warm, soft cleavage, Mowgli couldn't help but savor the sensation. Panda's breasts enveloped him completely, the smooth skin and firm flesh providing an exquisite friction. He moved his hips with increasing urgency, fucking her tits with a mixture of anger and lust. Each thrust was a reminder of how close she had come to killing him, and each stroke was his way of asserting his dominance over her lifeless form.
The wetness of her nipples, still slick from his mouth, added an extra layer of pleasure as he pumped between her tits. He treated them rough, pulling and squeezing, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He slapped her breasts hard, watching them bounce and jiggle, the sound echoing in the quiet morning. He relished the way her large tits moved under his hands, a stark contrast to the stillness of her corpse.
He wasn't gentle; this was his revenge for almost being snuffed out by her. He slapped her face, her head jolting to the side with each hit, her horrified expression remaining unchanged. The sight of her lifeless eyes and open mouth only fueled his desire to dominate her completely.
Mowgli's breathing grew ragged as he neared his climax. He quickened his pace, thrusting harder and faster, his grip on her tits tightening. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of her warm, soft flesh and his own raw need driving him over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, shooting his load between her breasts. His cum spilled over her chest, coating her skin in a sticky, glistening mess.
Panting and satisfied, Mowgli sat back, admiring his handiwork. Panda’s lifeless body lay beneath him, her large tits now slick with his cum. He had taken his revenge, and the sight of her powerful, sexy form, now utterly defeated and used, filled him with a sense of triumph. He leaned forward, pressing a final kiss to her lips before climbing off her.
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the scene, highlighting the contrast between Mowgli’s lean, muscular frame and Panda’s voluptuous, powerful body. It was a sight he would remember for a long time, a reminder of the night he had snuffed out a formidable opponent and claimed victory in the most intimate way possible.
Mowgli, feeling the exhaustion from their intense struggle and the adrenaline rush of his victory, decided to rest for a moment. He lay down on top of Panda's lifeless body, his head nestled between her ample breasts. The soft, warm flesh felt comforting against his cheek, the lingering heat from their shared exertion creating a cozy pillow for his tired body. Her nipples, still erect, pressed gently against his face as he settled in, the sensation both arousing and soothing.
As he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. He had defeated Panda, this powerful, voluptuous woman who had nearly snuffed him out with her strength and seductive allure. Now, she was nothing more than a lifeless trophy beneath him, her once-dominant body now serving as his resting place.
The soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her ample breasts enveloped his face, made it difficult to focus on anything but the erotic pleasure of the moment. He let his mind drift, savoring the sensation of her skin against his. The warmth of her body, the smoothness of her skin, the firm yet yielding texture of her breasts—all of it combined to create a perfect haven for his tired, triumphant self.
As he drifted off to sleep, Mowgli's mouth instinctively found its way to one of Panda's nipples. He began to suckle gently, the taste of her skin and the firmness of her nipple providing a comforting distraction from the chaos of their battle. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, drawing it into his mouth as he suckled softly. Even in her death, Panda's body continued to give him pleasure.
With each breath, he inhaled her scent, a mix of sweat, water, and a hint of the natural musk that had driven him wild during their fight. His arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her closer as he nuzzled into her cleavage. The sensation of her soft, pliable flesh against his face and body lulled him into a deeper sleep, his body relaxing completely.
Mowgli's sleep was filled with vivid dreams of their encounter, the sensations of their struggle replaying in his mind. He dreamt of the way her powerful legs had wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside her, the way her large breasts had smothered him, cutting off his air. In his dreams, he was victorious again and again, each time finding new ways to dominate and claim her body.
As he slept, he occasionally shifted, his lips brushing against her skin, his hands squeezing her breasts possessively. His morning erection pressed insistently against her belly, a testament to the lingering arousal from their fight. The soft, rhythmic movement of his body against hers continued to stimulate him even in his sleep.
When he finally awoke, Mowgli found himself still nestled between Panda's breasts, his lips wrapped around her nipple. He suckled gently for a moment, savoring the taste and texture before fully coming to his senses. The realization of what he had been doing brought a wicked grin to his face. Even in death, Panda's body was a source of endless pleasure for him.
He pulled back slightly, looking down at her beautiful, lifeless form. Her horrified expression, frozen in her final moments, only added to his sense of triumph. He could feel the warmth of her skin beneath his hands, the softness of her breasts against his chest. Her powerful body, once so dangerous and alluring, was now his to explore and enjoy.
Mowgli's hand moved to her other breast, squeezing it roughly as he continued to savor the sensation of her nipple in his mouth. He pulled on the thick peak, relishing the way it felt against his tongue and teeth. His fingers dug into the soft flesh, kneading and pulling as he took his revenge on the "big tit slut" who had nearly killed him.
As he continued to explore her body, he marveled at the contrast between her muscular form and the softness of her breasts. Her belly, still firm and toned, felt smooth under his touch. His erection pressed against her abs, feeling the taut muscles beneath the soft skin. The texture was a perfect mix of firmness and give, creating a sensation that heightened his arousal.
Her strong legs, which had once tried to trap and suffocate him, were now lifeless and pliant. He let his hands roam over her hips and thighs, feeling the strength that had once been so formidable. He reveled in the power he now held over her, his small, lean body victorious over her ample, muscular form.
Mowgli's cock throbbed with need as he took in the sight of her pussy, still slightly parted from their earlier encounter. The dark pink lips, slick with their combined juices, invited him to take his pleasure once more. He positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing insistently against her entrance.
As he thrust into her, he reveled in the sensation of her tight, warm pussy gripping him. The friction was exquisite, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He slapped her breasts and face, venting his anger and frustration at how close she had come to killing him. Her lifeless body jolted with each impact, her large tits bouncing and jiggling.
Mowgli's movements became more frantic as he neared his climax. He pulled on her nipples, twisting and pinching them as he pounded into her. The sensation of her soft, pliable flesh beneath his hands and cock drove him wild. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, filling her pussy with his cum. The intensity of his orgasm left him breathless and satisfied, his body trembling with the aftershocks.
Panting and spent, Mowgli collapsed against Panda's lifeless form, his head resting on her ample breasts. The warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, and the lingering arousal from their encounter made for the perfect resting place. He closed his eyes, a wicked grin on his face as he savored the feeling of his victory. Panda's powerful, sexy body, which had once posed such a threat, was now nothing more than a trophy, a testament to his triumph.
Exhausted from the intense and deadly fuck-fight, Mowgli finally allowed himself to collapse onto Panda's defeated body. He nestled his head between her ample breasts, using them as a pillow. Their softness and warmth were strangely comforting, a stark contrast to the fierce struggle they had just endured. Panda's once powerful and vibrant body now lay still and lifeless beneath him, her muscles slack and her ample curves no longer a threat but a trophy of his victory.
As Mowgli settled into the warmth of her corpse, he couldn't help but explore her body even in his sleep. His hands roamed over her smooth, dark skin, feeling the contours of her muscles and the softness of her flesh. Her skin, still warm from their encounter, was a tantalizing mix of firm and yielding. He cupped her large breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, enjoying the way they filled his hands. Her thick, dark nipples were still erect, and he couldn't resist the urge to pull and pinch them, even in his semi-conscious state.
With each squeeze and tug, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. He had conquered this powerful woman, and now he reveled in the sensation of her body beneath him. His morning erection pressed against her toned belly, the firm muscles of her abs providing a delicious contrast to the softness of her breasts. The texture of her skin was smooth and slightly slick, a reminder of their intense physical exertion.
In his sleep, Mowgli's mouth found its way to her nipples. He suckled on them, the taste and texture sending waves of pleasure through his body. Her nipples were firm against his tongue, and he couldn't help but savor the sensation. The act of suckling was both soothing and arousing, a way for him to take comfort in his victory while also reliving the erotic intensity of their battle.
As he continued to explore her body with his hands and mouth, he felt a sense of triumph and satisfaction. Panda's powerful form, which had come so close to overpowering him, was now his to enjoy. Her once menacing muscles and ample curves were now just a reminder of his hard-won victory. He felt her up with a mix of reverence and dominance, appreciating every inch of her defeated body.
Throughout the night, Mowgli's subconscious mind kept him connected to Panda's corpse. He shifted occasionally, adjusting his position to better feel her warmth and softness. His hands roamed over her hips and thighs, tracing the lines of her muscles and the curves of her flesh. Her body was a testament to her strength and prowess, but now it was a testament to his triumph.
Even as he slept, Mowgli's erection pressed insistently against her belly, a physical reminder of his arousal and satisfaction. The texture of her abs, firm yet yielding, heightened his pleasure. Her belly, once a symbol of her power, was now just another part of her conquered body.
As the night wore on, Mowgli remained nestled against Panda's body, drawing comfort and satisfaction from her presence. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her breasts, and the firmness of her muscles all combined to create a deeply erotic and triumphant experience. He slept soundly, dreaming of their intense battle and the pleasure of his victory, all while suckling and exploring her in his sleep.
Alternate ending – Panda Wins.
Mowgli’s vision blurred, his head spinning from the lack of oxygen. His body was on the brink, every muscle trembling with the effort to keep moving. He could feel Panda’s pussy clenching around him, milking him for everything he had. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He had to make her pass out before he did.
Panda’s thick nipples were like tantalizing targets for Mowgli’s free hand. He grabbed one, twisting and pulling it, feeling the way it hardened even more under his touch. His mouth found her other breast, biting and sucking on her titflesh, desperate to cause her as much pleasure and pain as possible. Panda's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. The grip of her thighs was strong and unyielding, adding to the intensity of their struggle. Each thrust seemed to drive him deeper into her, the wet, tight warmth of her pussy almost too much to bear.
Panda’s hand pressed down on his head, keeping him firmly buried between her massive tits. Her other hand clawed at his back, leaving marks on his skin as she fought to maintain control. She could feel his desperation, his cock throbbing inside her as he tried to outlast her. But she was determined not to let him win. She squeezed her pussy around him, trying to milk him dry, to drain him of his strength.
Mowgli’s hand moved from her nipple to her clit, rubbing it furiously, trying to push her over the edge. He could feel her body responding, her muscles tensing, her breath quickening. But he was close too, his body on the verge of collapse. The pleasure was building inside him, threatening to explode.
The river water swirled around them, cool and biting against their heated skin. Mowgli’s thrusts became more frantic, his rhythm faltering as he struggled for air. Panda felt his grip on her head loosen, his movements becoming more erratic. She knew he was close to passing out, but she was dangerously close herself. She needed to outlast him just a little longer.
Mowgli’s vision darkened, his body trembling with the effort to keep going. He could feel Panda’s pussy clenching around him, milking him for everything he had. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He had to make her pass out before he did.
With one last, desperate thrust, Mowgli came hard inside Panda. His body convulsed with the intensity of his orgasm, every muscle tensing as he released inside her. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming. His grip on her head loosened, his body going limp as he lost consciousness.
Panda’s head broke the surface of the water, and she gasped for air, filling her lungs with the sweet, cool relief. She threw her head back, her wet hair cascading around her shoulders as she let out a triumphant laugh. She had done it. She had outlasted him. She looked down at Mowgli’s unconscious form, his face still buried between her breasts.
“Guess you couldn’t handle these after all,” she taunted, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Now you’re just a toy for me to play with.”
Panda felt a rush of power and triumph. She looked down at Mowgli’s small, lifeless body, her smile widening. The little punk had fought hard, but in the end, she had outlasted him. His hand had been strong, his grip firm, but it was nothing compared to her strength and determination.
Panda’s mind raced with the thrill of victory. She had managed to overpower him, despite his powerful and energetic cock. She could feel it still inside her, filling her up. The thought of that little boy’s dick giving her so much pleasure while she suffocated him made her shiver with a mix of pleasure and rage.
With Mowgli’s lifeless body on top of her, Panda felt a rush of power. She continued to fuck his corpse, her hands now free to explore and pleasure herself. She grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper inside her, savoring the feeling of his cock filling her. Her fingers found her clit, rubbing furiously as she rode him.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Panda moaned, her voice dripping with lust. “You were good for something after all.”
She felt the waves of pleasure building inside her, her body moving with a primal rhythm. The sensation of his cock inside her, coupled with the control she now had, drove her wild. She pressed his face tighter against her breasts, feeling his soft lips and the slight brush of his breath.
Her orgasm approached like a tidal wave, her body tensing with anticipation. Panda’s movements became more frantic, her moans louder and more desperate. She could feel every muscle in her body straining towards that explosive release.
“Oh god, yes! Take it all!” she screamed, her fingers digging into his flesh as she came. Her body convulsed with the intensity of her orgasm, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for every last drop. Her juices mixed with his cum, creating a slick, erotic mess between them.
Panda’s orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body writhing in pleasure. She threw her head back, her hair cascading around her shoulders as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. When she finally came down, she looked down at Mowgli’s still form with a satisfied smirk.
“You thought you could beat me?” she panted, still breathless from her orgasm. “Think again.”
She let go of his body, feeling a sense of triumph and satisfaction wash over her. Panda had not only won the fight but had also taken her pleasure from it, leaving Mowgli as nothing more than a used, discarded toy beneath her.
Mowgli and Panda stood naked, facing each other in a secluded part of the jungle. Mowgli's lean, muscular body contrasted sharply with Panda's voluptuous curves. She was a striking woman with dark skin, fierce green eyes, and a mane of wild hair. Her large, firm breasts and ample hips made her an alluring yet dangerous opponent. Both admired each other's bodies, anticipation and excitement building as they prepared for their deadly encounter.
"So, little boy, you think you can take me down?" Panda taunted, her voice dripping with disdain and excitement.
Mowgli grinned, unfazed by her arrogance. "Look, you have big tits. I have a big cock. We are practically made for each other. Let’s just settle this like bonobos - find a nice bed, and I promise I'll show you mercy once we're done!"
Panda chuckled, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I have a better idea... How about I take dat 'big dick' down and see just how much you like my big tits!"
Without warning, Panda lunged at Mowgli, her massive breasts leading the charge. She tackled him to the ground, straddling his hips and pressing her heavy breasts against his face, cutting off his air supply. Panda's laughter echoed through the jungle as she asserted her dominance.
"My girls have lured a lot of guys to their death, but I've always dreamed of using them to outright kill someone!" she declared, her voice filled with sadistic glee.
Mowgli struggled beneath her, his hands clawing at her body in a desperate attempt to free himself. Panda's breasts were soft yet firm, their weight overwhelming him. His vision blurred as he fought for breath, the world around him narrowing to the sensation of her smothering embrace.
Despite the dire situation, Mowgli's mind raced. He knew he needed to turn the tables, and fast. He tried to shift Panda's position, hoping to catch a breath, but her ample and powerful body pinned him down. Her massive breasts engulfed his face, her scent and the sensation of her smooth skin driving him wild. She was just too strong, too big, her breasts smothering him completely.
As Mowgli's struggles grew more desperate, his efforts inadvertently pleasured Panda. She moaned in appreciation, her grip on him tightening. In his frantic movements, his aching erection pressed against her wet, inviting folds. He thrust upward, his cock sliding into her with a force born of desperation.
“Think of all the boob-hungry perverts watching this who’d love to die this wa-aaa!!” Panda moaned, her voice faltering as Mowgli’s cock buried itself deeper inside her. Her eyes widened in surprise, then closed in pleasure as he penetrated her fully.
Mowgli's thrusts were powerful, each one driving deeper into Panda's pussy. She gasped and moaned, her body responding to the unexpected pleasure. "Oh no, r-right in the bullseye. Gotta smother the squirt fast before I lose my concentration," she muttered, trying to regain control.
As they fucked, Mowgli managed to shift their positions so that he was on top, with Panda beneath him. Despite this, Panda still held his head tightly against her breasts, refusing to let him breathe. Her nipples were hard against his face, her breasts a soft, suffocating prison.
“How are you still conscious?” Panda thought frantically. “My girls were covering your whole face for minutes!”
Mowgli continued to thrust into her, each movement bringing them closer to the river. He could feel Panda's body tensing, her arousal mixing with her frustration. “Just shoot your load and die like a good little boy!” she demanded, her voice a mix of pleasure and irritation.
With a final, desperate effort, Mowgli plunged Panda's head into the river. Her eyes widened in panic, her body thrashing as she tried to lift her head. The cold water enveloped her, adding a new level of desperation to their struggle.
Now it was a race between Panda drowning and Mowgli passing out from lack of air. Both were making sure the other couldn't get any air, Mowgli holding her head underwater, Panda pressing him against her breasts. Drowning noises mixed with suffocation sounds, creating a chaotic symphony of struggle.
Panda's mind raced with thoughts of humiliation. "This little punk is going to snuff me?" she thought, her pride stinging at the idea.
Mowgli's own thoughts were filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Come on, you big tit slut! Come on... just drown already! Just..." his thoughts trailed off, muddled by the lack of oxygen.
Panda's struggles grew weaker, her body convulsing in the throes of asphyxiation. Mowgli could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, the sensation driving him to the brink. He continued to fuck her, using his arousal to make her lose air faster.
“Come on, you pervy brat, just pass out and let me up!” Panda thought, panic setting in as her vision darkened.
Mowgli's grip on Panda's head tightened, his body moving on autopilot. He was close to losing consciousness himself, but he knew he had to hold on a little longer. The pleasure of her tight pussy around his cock was intoxicating, driving him to keep thrusting despite the lack of air. He seemed determined to keep pounding that pussy until his dying breath, the primal need to conquer and claim her driving him forward.
Panda's body writhed beneath him, her powerful legs kicking and splashing in the water as she fought for air. Her breasts, massive and soft, pressed against Mowgli's face, making it even harder for him to breathe. Her nipples were hard against his cheeks, her skin slick with water and sweat. Her eyes bulged, her mouth open in a silent scream, bubbles rising to the surface as she struggled against the relentless pressure.
Mowgli's vision darkened at the edges, but he could feel the end approaching. Panda's struggles were weakening, her kicks becoming less forceful. He felt a mix of triumph and desperation, knowing he was so close to victory but also on the brink of passing out himself. The sensation of her pussy clenching around his cock, even in her final moments, was driving him wild with pleasure.
In the end, it seemed as though both would orgasm and die at the same time. Panda's body went completely still, her struggles ceasing as she drowned. Her eyes rolled back, her limbs falling limp in the water. Mowgli collapsed against her, his head still buried between her massive breasts. The sensation of her soft, lifeless flesh pressed against him was both eerie and exhilarating. Her breasts, still warm and pliant, cradled his face, the last vestiges of life leaving her body.
Mowgli's body convulsed as he came buckets inside her. The release was overwhelming, his entire being focused on the pleasure coursing through him. Panda's lifeless legs were still wrapped around him, her tits bouncing slightly with the aftershocks. He gasped and jolted up from Panda's corpse, his lungs burning as he gulped in precious air. The joy of getting some air, the sheer relief of surviving, was almost as intense as the pleasure he felt from conquering Panda's ample body.
He looked down at her, a mix of triumph and satisfaction in his eyes. The joy of turning the tables and snuffing Panda, a powerful and deadly opponent, filled him with pride. The sight of her lifeless body, her curves still alluring even in death, added to the thrill. The sheer sexual joy of coming inside her, of claiming her in both a sex fight and a life-and-death struggle, was an experience unlike any other.
Mowgli's breathing slowly returned to normal, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline and exertion. He could feel the warmth of Panda's body starting to fade, the reality of her death sinking in. But for now, he basked in the afterglow of his victory, the satisfaction of having conquered both an opponent and a lover in the most primal way possible.
The thrill of victory and the afterglow of their intense struggle washed over him as he took in the sight of her voluptuous form. He traced his hands over her smooth, wet skin, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath the softness of her flesh.
His fingers slid over her large, round breasts, still warm and pliant despite the lifelessness that had taken over. He marveled at their size, how they had smothered him and yet had been such an incredible source of pleasure. Her nipples were still erect, standing out prominently against the cold, pale skin. He couldn't help but give them a gentle squeeze, feeling the slight give of the flesh beneath his touch.
Mowgli's eyes traveled down her body, admiring the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. Her body, even in death, was a testament to her strength and beauty. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling the toned muscles that had fought so fiercely against him. The sensation of her smooth, supple skin beneath his fingertips was intoxicating.
He reached her lower abdomen, where his cock was still buried deep inside her. The tightness of her pussy around him was a reminder of the fierce battle they had waged. Each small movement sent shivers of pleasure through his body, prolonging the ecstasy of their encounter. He could feel the last drops of his semen being milked from his cock, the warmth of their mingled fluids a stark contrast to the cool water around them.
Mowgli's hands continued to explore, moving to her thighs. He marveled at the power contained within those muscles, the strength that had tried to overpower him. Her legs, still wrapped loosely around his waist, were firm and strong, a testament to her athletic prowess. He gently unwrapped them, feeling the weight and resistance as he did so.
As he moved, his eyes caught sight of her face, partially submerged in the water. Her expression was one of final surrender, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open as if in one last gasp for air. The sight stirred a mix of emotions in him – triumph, satisfaction, and a strange sense of loss. She had been a formidable opponent and a thrilling partner in their deadly dance.
Mowgli leaned down, his face close to hers, and whispered, "You were amazing." He kissed her forehead softly, a final gesture of respect for the woman who had given him such an intense and unforgettable experience.
He finally withdrew from her, the sensation of her tightness lingering as he pulled out. He stood over her, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of their encounter. The water around them was still now, the violence of their struggle having subsided, leaving only the echoes of their passion and the silence of her defeat.
Mowgli’s body was drenched in sweat and water, his muscles trembling with exhaustion as he looked down at Panda’s lifeless form beneath him. The realization of his triumph filled him with a heady mix of exhilaration and satisfaction. He had outlasted her, overpowered her, and ultimately snuffed out her life with his sheer determination and raw sexual energy.
He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he steadied himself. The cool night air felt refreshing against his damp skin, but his body ached for rest. He glanced at Panda’s ample, defeated body, her once powerful form now limp and motionless. Her large, fleshy breasts, which had been his adversaries in the suffocation struggle, now seemed to invite him to rest.
With a satisfied grin, Mowgli positioned himself on top of Panda’s corpse, reveling in the sensation of her soft, abundant flesh beneath him. Her skin was still warm to the touch, a stark contrast to the lifelessness of her body. He adjusted himself, making sure not to sleep face down, and nestled his head between her massive breasts. The softness and warmth of her tits provided an unexpectedly comfortable pillow, cradling his head as he closed his eyes.
He could feel the weight of her body against his own, her large, firm breasts pressing against his cheeks and chest. The sensation was deeply erotic, a reminder of the intense struggle they had just endured. His mind replayed the moments of their fight, the feel of her nipples between his fingers, the taste of her titflesh in his mouth, and the way her pussy had clenched around his cock as she tried to outlast him.
Mowgli sighed contentedly, his body relaxing as he sank into the warmth of Panda’s corpse. The exhaustion from the fight washed over him, and he reveled in the feeling of her defeated form beneath him. It was a triumphant and deeply satisfying experience, knowing that he had bested her in both a life-and-death struggle and an intense sexual encounter.
As he drifted off to sleep, Mowgli couldn’t help but smile. The memory of Panda’s voluptuous body, the way her large breasts had felt against his skin, and the sheer eroticism of their fight would stay with him. It was a victory unlike any other, and he intended to savor every moment of it.
Mowgli stirred awake, feeling a warm, soft sensation against his lips. As he slowly came to, he realized that his mouth was wrapped around one of Panda's large, dark brown nipples. He instinctively sucked on it, savoring the taste and texture. The nipple was firm and slightly salty from the exertion of their struggle, yet there was a faint sweetness that lingered on his tongue. He could feel the weight of her breast in his hand, the soft, pliable flesh yielding to his touch. Despite being dead, her skin was still warm from his body heat, a smooth, tawny brown that glowed in the morning light.
Still half-asleep, Mowgli's mind registered the sensation of Panda's ample breast filling his mouth. He let his tongue flick over the hardened peak, teasing it as he sucked gently. The feel of her smooth, tawny skin against his lips was incredibly erotic, and he couldn't help but groan softly in pleasure. He tightened his grip on her breast, pulling her closer as he continued to suck, lost in the moment.
As he fully awoke, he became more aware of his surroundings and the reality of the situation. He was lying on top of Panda's lifeless body, her soft, warm flesh cushioning him like a luxurious pillow. Her ample breasts were pressed against his face, and his morning erection throbbed with need. The realization that he had been sucking on her tit in his sleep made him smirk. Even in death, Panda's body was irresistibly alluring.
Mowgli pulled back slightly, his lips releasing her nipple with a soft pop. He took a moment to admire the sight before him. Panda's beautiful face, framed by her thick, jet-black hair, was slackened in death. Her wide, dark eyes were open, her once proud and defiant expression was now frozen in a look of horrified realization. Her full lips were parted slightly, as if in a final, silent scream. The expression on her face was a stark reminder of the fear and desperation she had felt in her last moments.
His gaze traveled down her powerful, muscular body, taking in every detail. Her shoulders were broad and strong, leading to toned arms that had once tried to overpower him. Her large, firm breasts were still warm and inviting, each nipple a dark, erect peak that begged for attention. He could remember how they had felt in his mouth, the soft, pliable flesh yielding to his tongue and teeth. The taste of her skin had been slightly salty from the exertion of their fight, mixed with the faint sweetness of her natural scent.
Mowgli's eyes wandered over Panda's taut, toned belly, tracing the line of her hip bones, feeling the curves that led to her strong, shapely legs. Her thighs were muscular and powerful, yet still feminine, with a softness that belied their strength. Her feet, with their high arches and neatly trimmed nails, completed the picture of a warrior woman who had taken care of every aspect of her body.
His attention was drawn back to her pussy, nestled between her thighs. It was still slightly parted, a testament to their earlier encounter. The folds were slick and inviting, the dark pink lips contrasting with her tawny skin. He could feel himself growing hard again at the sight of her, the memory of how her pussy had gripped him tightly, milking him for everything he had, still fresh in his mind.
Grinning wickedly, Mowgli decided to take his revenge for the near-death experience she had put him through. He repositioned himself, straddling her chest and gripping her huge tits roughly. The soft, ample flesh yielded to his touch, her nipples still hard and inviting. He squeezed her breasts together, creating a tight channel for his throbbing cock.
As he thrust into the warm, soft cleavage, Mowgli couldn't help but savor the sensation. Panda's breasts enveloped him completely, the smooth skin and firm flesh providing an exquisite friction. He moved his hips with increasing urgency, fucking her tits with a mixture of anger and lust. Each thrust was a reminder of how close she had come to killing him, and each stroke was his way of asserting his dominance over her lifeless form.
The wetness of her nipples, still slick from his mouth, added an extra layer of pleasure as he pumped between her tits. He treated them rough, pulling and squeezing, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He slapped her breasts hard, watching them bounce and jiggle, the sound echoing in the quiet morning. He relished the way her large tits moved under his hands, a stark contrast to the stillness of her corpse.
He wasn't gentle; this was his revenge for almost being snuffed out by her. He slapped her face, her head jolting to the side with each hit, her horrified expression remaining unchanged. The sight of her lifeless eyes and open mouth only fueled his desire to dominate her completely.
Mowgli's breathing grew ragged as he neared his climax. He quickened his pace, thrusting harder and faster, his grip on her tits tightening. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of her warm, soft flesh and his own raw need driving him over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, shooting his load between her breasts. His cum spilled over her chest, coating her skin in a sticky, glistening mess.
Panting and satisfied, Mowgli sat back, admiring his handiwork. Panda’s lifeless body lay beneath him, her large tits now slick with his cum. He had taken his revenge, and the sight of her powerful, sexy form, now utterly defeated and used, filled him with a sense of triumph. He leaned forward, pressing a final kiss to her lips before climbing off her.
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the scene, highlighting the contrast between Mowgli’s lean, muscular frame and Panda’s voluptuous, powerful body. It was a sight he would remember for a long time, a reminder of the night he had snuffed out a formidable opponent and claimed victory in the most intimate way possible.
Mowgli, feeling the exhaustion from their intense struggle and the adrenaline rush of his victory, decided to rest for a moment. He lay down on top of Panda's lifeless body, his head nestled between her ample breasts. The soft, warm flesh felt comforting against his cheek, the lingering heat from their shared exertion creating a cozy pillow for his tired body. Her nipples, still erect, pressed gently against his face as he settled in, the sensation both arousing and soothing.
As he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. He had defeated Panda, this powerful, voluptuous woman who had nearly snuffed him out with her strength and seductive allure. Now, she was nothing more than a lifeless trophy beneath him, her once-dominant body now serving as his resting place.
The soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her ample breasts enveloped his face, made it difficult to focus on anything but the erotic pleasure of the moment. He let his mind drift, savoring the sensation of her skin against his. The warmth of her body, the smoothness of her skin, the firm yet yielding texture of her breasts—all of it combined to create a perfect haven for his tired, triumphant self.
As he drifted off to sleep, Mowgli's mouth instinctively found its way to one of Panda's nipples. He began to suckle gently, the taste of her skin and the firmness of her nipple providing a comforting distraction from the chaos of their battle. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, drawing it into his mouth as he suckled softly. Even in her death, Panda's body continued to give him pleasure.
With each breath, he inhaled her scent, a mix of sweat, water, and a hint of the natural musk that had driven him wild during their fight. His arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her closer as he nuzzled into her cleavage. The sensation of her soft, pliable flesh against his face and body lulled him into a deeper sleep, his body relaxing completely.
Mowgli's sleep was filled with vivid dreams of their encounter, the sensations of their struggle replaying in his mind. He dreamt of the way her powerful legs had wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside her, the way her large breasts had smothered him, cutting off his air. In his dreams, he was victorious again and again, each time finding new ways to dominate and claim her body.
As he slept, he occasionally shifted, his lips brushing against her skin, his hands squeezing her breasts possessively. His morning erection pressed insistently against her belly, a testament to the lingering arousal from their fight. The soft, rhythmic movement of his body against hers continued to stimulate him even in his sleep.
When he finally awoke, Mowgli found himself still nestled between Panda's breasts, his lips wrapped around her nipple. He suckled gently for a moment, savoring the taste and texture before fully coming to his senses. The realization of what he had been doing brought a wicked grin to his face. Even in death, Panda's body was a source of endless pleasure for him.
He pulled back slightly, looking down at her beautiful, lifeless form. Her horrified expression, frozen in her final moments, only added to his sense of triumph. He could feel the warmth of her skin beneath his hands, the softness of her breasts against his chest. Her powerful body, once so dangerous and alluring, was now his to explore and enjoy.
Mowgli's hand moved to her other breast, squeezing it roughly as he continued to savor the sensation of her nipple in his mouth. He pulled on the thick peak, relishing the way it felt against his tongue and teeth. His fingers dug into the soft flesh, kneading and pulling as he took his revenge on the "big tit slut" who had nearly killed him.
As he continued to explore her body, he marveled at the contrast between her muscular form and the softness of her breasts. Her belly, still firm and toned, felt smooth under his touch. His erection pressed against her abs, feeling the taut muscles beneath the soft skin. The texture was a perfect mix of firmness and give, creating a sensation that heightened his arousal.
Her strong legs, which had once tried to trap and suffocate him, were now lifeless and pliant. He let his hands roam over her hips and thighs, feeling the strength that had once been so formidable. He reveled in the power he now held over her, his small, lean body victorious over her ample, muscular form.
Mowgli's cock throbbed with need as he took in the sight of her pussy, still slightly parted from their earlier encounter. The dark pink lips, slick with their combined juices, invited him to take his pleasure once more. He positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing insistently against her entrance.
As he thrust into her, he reveled in the sensation of her tight, warm pussy gripping him. The friction was exquisite, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He slapped her breasts and face, venting his anger and frustration at how close she had come to killing him. Her lifeless body jolted with each impact, her large tits bouncing and jiggling.
Mowgli's movements became more frantic as he neared his climax. He pulled on her nipples, twisting and pinching them as he pounded into her. The sensation of her soft, pliable flesh beneath his hands and cock drove him wild. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, filling her pussy with his cum. The intensity of his orgasm left him breathless and satisfied, his body trembling with the aftershocks.
Panting and spent, Mowgli collapsed against Panda's lifeless form, his head resting on her ample breasts. The warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, and the lingering arousal from their encounter made for the perfect resting place. He closed his eyes, a wicked grin on his face as he savored the feeling of his victory. Panda's powerful, sexy body, which had once posed such a threat, was now nothing more than a trophy, a testament to his triumph.
Exhausted from the intense and deadly fuck-fight, Mowgli finally allowed himself to collapse onto Panda's defeated body. He nestled his head between her ample breasts, using them as a pillow. Their softness and warmth were strangely comforting, a stark contrast to the fierce struggle they had just endured. Panda's once powerful and vibrant body now lay still and lifeless beneath him, her muscles slack and her ample curves no longer a threat but a trophy of his victory.
As Mowgli settled into the warmth of her corpse, he couldn't help but explore her body even in his sleep. His hands roamed over her smooth, dark skin, feeling the contours of her muscles and the softness of her flesh. Her skin, still warm from their encounter, was a tantalizing mix of firm and yielding. He cupped her large breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, enjoying the way they filled his hands. Her thick, dark nipples were still erect, and he couldn't resist the urge to pull and pinch them, even in his semi-conscious state.
With each squeeze and tug, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. He had conquered this powerful woman, and now he reveled in the sensation of her body beneath him. His morning erection pressed against her toned belly, the firm muscles of her abs providing a delicious contrast to the softness of her breasts. The texture of her skin was smooth and slightly slick, a reminder of their intense physical exertion.
In his sleep, Mowgli's mouth found its way to her nipples. He suckled on them, the taste and texture sending waves of pleasure through his body. Her nipples were firm against his tongue, and he couldn't help but savor the sensation. The act of suckling was both soothing and arousing, a way for him to take comfort in his victory while also reliving the erotic intensity of their battle.
As he continued to explore her body with his hands and mouth, he felt a sense of triumph and satisfaction. Panda's powerful form, which had come so close to overpowering him, was now his to enjoy. Her once menacing muscles and ample curves were now just a reminder of his hard-won victory. He felt her up with a mix of reverence and dominance, appreciating every inch of her defeated body.
Throughout the night, Mowgli's subconscious mind kept him connected to Panda's corpse. He shifted occasionally, adjusting his position to better feel her warmth and softness. His hands roamed over her hips and thighs, tracing the lines of her muscles and the curves of her flesh. Her body was a testament to her strength and prowess, but now it was a testament to his triumph.
Even as he slept, Mowgli's erection pressed insistently against her belly, a physical reminder of his arousal and satisfaction. The texture of her abs, firm yet yielding, heightened his pleasure. Her belly, once a symbol of her power, was now just another part of her conquered body.
As the night wore on, Mowgli remained nestled against Panda's body, drawing comfort and satisfaction from her presence. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her breasts, and the firmness of her muscles all combined to create a deeply erotic and triumphant experience. He slept soundly, dreaming of their intense battle and the pleasure of his victory, all while suckling and exploring her in his sleep.
Alternate ending – Panda Wins.
Mowgli’s vision blurred, his head spinning from the lack of oxygen. His body was on the brink, every muscle trembling with the effort to keep moving. He could feel Panda’s pussy clenching around him, milking him for everything he had. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He had to make her pass out before he did.
Panda’s thick nipples were like tantalizing targets for Mowgli’s free hand. He grabbed one, twisting and pulling it, feeling the way it hardened even more under his touch. His mouth found her other breast, biting and sucking on her titflesh, desperate to cause her as much pleasure and pain as possible. Panda's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. The grip of her thighs was strong and unyielding, adding to the intensity of their struggle. Each thrust seemed to drive him deeper into her, the wet, tight warmth of her pussy almost too much to bear.
Panda’s hand pressed down on his head, keeping him firmly buried between her massive tits. Her other hand clawed at his back, leaving marks on his skin as she fought to maintain control. She could feel his desperation, his cock throbbing inside her as he tried to outlast her. But she was determined not to let him win. She squeezed her pussy around him, trying to milk him dry, to drain him of his strength.
Mowgli’s hand moved from her nipple to her clit, rubbing it furiously, trying to push her over the edge. He could feel her body responding, her muscles tensing, her breath quickening. But he was close too, his body on the verge of collapse. The pleasure was building inside him, threatening to explode.
The river water swirled around them, cool and biting against their heated skin. Mowgli’s thrusts became more frantic, his rhythm faltering as he struggled for air. Panda felt his grip on her head loosen, his movements becoming more erratic. She knew he was close to passing out, but she was dangerously close herself. She needed to outlast him just a little longer.
Mowgli’s vision darkened, his body trembling with the effort to keep going. He could feel Panda’s pussy clenching around him, milking him for everything he had. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He had to make her pass out before he did.
With one last, desperate thrust, Mowgli came hard inside Panda. His body convulsed with the intensity of his orgasm, every muscle tensing as he released inside her. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming. His grip on her head loosened, his body going limp as he lost consciousness.
Panda’s head broke the surface of the water, and she gasped for air, filling her lungs with the sweet, cool relief. She threw her head back, her wet hair cascading around her shoulders as she let out a triumphant laugh. She had done it. She had outlasted him. She looked down at Mowgli’s unconscious form, his face still buried between her breasts.
“Guess you couldn’t handle these after all,” she taunted, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Now you’re just a toy for me to play with.”
Panda felt a rush of power and triumph. She looked down at Mowgli’s small, lifeless body, her smile widening. The little punk had fought hard, but in the end, she had outlasted him. His hand had been strong, his grip firm, but it was nothing compared to her strength and determination.
Panda’s mind raced with the thrill of victory. She had managed to overpower him, despite his powerful and energetic cock. She could feel it still inside her, filling her up. The thought of that little boy’s dick giving her so much pleasure while she suffocated him made her shiver with a mix of pleasure and rage.
With Mowgli’s lifeless body on top of her, Panda felt a rush of power. She continued to fuck his corpse, her hands now free to explore and pleasure herself. She grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper inside her, savoring the feeling of his cock filling her. Her fingers found her clit, rubbing furiously as she rode him.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Panda moaned, her voice dripping with lust. “You were good for something after all.”
She felt the waves of pleasure building inside her, her body moving with a primal rhythm. The sensation of his cock inside her, coupled with the control she now had, drove her wild. She pressed his face tighter against her breasts, feeling his soft lips and the slight brush of his breath.
Her orgasm approached like a tidal wave, her body tensing with anticipation. Panda’s movements became more frantic, her moans louder and more desperate. She could feel every muscle in her body straining towards that explosive release.
“Oh god, yes! Take it all!” she screamed, her fingers digging into his flesh as she came. Her body convulsed with the intensity of her orgasm, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for every last drop. Her juices mixed with his cum, creating a slick, erotic mess between them.
Panda’s orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body writhing in pleasure. She threw her head back, her hair cascading around her shoulders as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. When she finally came down, she looked down at Mowgli’s still form with a satisfied smirk.
“You thought you could beat me?” she panted, still breathless from her orgasm. “Think again.”
She let go of his body, feeling a sense of triumph and satisfaction wash over her. Panda had not only won the fight but had also taken her pleasure from it, leaving Mowgli as nothing more than a used, discarded toy beneath her.
