Scene Description:

Kory grips Angelina's shoulders, trying to snap his lust-drunk girlfriend out of her fog before the big fencing match, but all she can think about is getting railed senseless. He growls at her to pour every drop of that throbbing, soaked frustration into her blade and dominate the strip. To sharpen her edge, he hires a cocky pro coach for a private, sweat-soaked duel. The second their foils kiss, Angelina is mesmerized by the way the stud handles his long, rigid weapon—thrusting deep, twisting with perfect control, driving her back with every filthy lunge. Her thighs tremble, her pussy clenches, and she cums hard again and again right there on the mat, moaning through each orgasm while they somehow still manage to squeeze in a few actual drills.