The rules are already brutal.
Before the match even starts, both of us are rock-hard and ready.
It begins with dry wrestling. Grabbing, rolling, pinning, fighting until our lungs burn. If one of us gets the upper hand mid-round? Dominance decides everything. The one on top fucks however he wants — or takes it however he wants. Frot, deep strokes, whatever the winner demands.
Round ends. Reset.
Back to wrestling. Back to pinning. Back to fucking and getting fucked.
Then the oil hits.
Everything turns slippery, heavier, meaner.
Muscle slides against muscle. Hands lose grip. Bodies crash harder.
Wrestling → fucking → frot → oral → wrestling again.
The cycle keeps looping, getting dirtier every time.
Rolling, sucking, pounding, slamming each other back down…
Until neither of us can hold it anymore. The rules break. The wrestling disappears. We just start pistoning into each other like animals. Huge muscles slamming, breath exploding, cocks driving deep until both of us are growling.
Then I cum. Not a single drop outside. Just blasting it deep inside him — hard, thick, and filling him completely.
This is what a real muscle alpha sex fight looks like.
Raw. Dominant. No holding back.
