Lorelei was not happy; those damn sharks were the favored team?!  Their win was bull last year, but it had also been Lorelei's rookie year against the more experienced team.  She had better plans now, better gear, and her sizeable cock was hard as steel as it snuck through the gap in her kilted outfit, her powerful tail keeping her truly heavy, dense body afloat.  Last year she had also had a problem with the lack of significant water pressure; she'd never been up this high in the ocean before, so she was struggling a bit, but not this time!<br/><br/>No, this time she'd win, which is why the rainbow-hued mantis woman clenched her monstrous fists, and grinned with knowing experience.  She had one advantage the sharks didn't this time...<br/><br/>"You know I did!  How else am I going to<em>really</em>wreck your asshole if I can't thrust with my own?" she taunted back, personally thinking hers was the more thought-out of the two taunts as the ref got ready to start them off.<br/><br/>See, what people tended to focus on in these games was the goals and the sex; indeed these were the primary tenants of fuckball.  However, what people often didn't take into account unless you were playing was that fuckball was also a very aggressive, very<em>physical</em>and<em>rough</em>game.  Truly, Lorelei hadn't been thinking about it last year, but she was this year...<br/><br/>Which is why instead of going for the ball - like she knew the shark was going to do - she instead went for Sinestra with a shoulder-tackle, easy to plan given that she knew<em>exactly</em>where the shark would be while she went for a 'common objective' between them.  Maybe that would knock their team down a peg!<br/><br/>(Profession Roll? PM me)