“Mmf!” Starburst was panting when she stopped, breathing heavy as she buckled down on your lap, your dick forgotten as her body trembled at your ceaseless fondling. “S-stop that! You’re not going to win—nng! No! I—oh, Celest—mmf—blessed Luna, yes! I… I’m going to…!” Her body tensed and erupted in a wave of pleasure, crowning you the winner of your little competition, and putting you in the prime position to overtake her. You planted a line of kisses along the length of her neck as you traded spots, taking a position above her as she mumbled incoherently at the onset of her orgasm. “Wh… what are you—”