(Again I must apologise for the delay, those close to me know this hasn't been the most functional of times for me, and I greatly appreciate everyone being patient!)
As our bodies reflect the damages of war, both showing fatigue and injury, we don't seem to show many signs of slowing down, our fingers locked, and bodies pressed tightly together. You manage to keep yourself from toppling over, a testament to your strength and grit, especially as I feel our breasts grindign and smacking against one another. It's a war trying to break that one restraint alone, and when I finally do, toppling you over onto your back, your legs snake around me,
The crushing power of your legs is immense, and the pain is justifiably fucking painful! I squirm to try and keep my hips straight to prevent you getting a side mount, as I look to try and release your grip around me with my right knee working in between your thighs,