I'm finally mounted on you, my tight ass pressing down on your tummy. As my fists look to cause damage to your tits you are forced to release my hair.
I sit up, you fend off most of my punches but i now have you where i want you. I lean forwards and with my left hand i grab a fist full of your sweat dampened locks, i look to hold your head on the wet and dirty ground. I bunch up my right hand into a fist and start to throw punches into your face.
I bring my knees into your sides, squeezing them in against your ribs more to control you than to cause any discomfort, i reckon my fist is doing that.
"So, bitch, you can admit defeat or i can pound it out of you, which will it be?"