I see your fear, as I push you back, my more robust body able to shove you towards and into , and perhaps, over the hay bales. You are getting closer, you have to do something, and I twist your nipple even harder to keep you in front of me. This is it, you drop your hand off my breast, and dart to my mound, and then creep further downwards, as if 'sneaking up' on my pussy. My lips were already bloodied and torn by your nails and I shrink from yet a further attack, as my dripping petals feel your first touch. I let my whip dangle from the thong around my wrist again, as I have to take action.
I scream at you "It will be your cxnt lips that are torn this time, you dog" and I arch up on my toes and lean further forward, my crotch sliding onto your wrist and past your claws, as my right hand grabs your other breast, and with both hand, and arched up, I shove you back over the bails with my digging nails. Your eyes are filled with surprise, you didn't expect me to push my pussy into you , and up high. Even as you topple over the straw and hay, I retain my grip on your now wounded boobs. I try to clamp my thighs together, so you cannot pull your hand back to dig into my now wide open twat. I risk all to win all. My full breasts hang down as my claws press your back into the scratchy stalks, arms extended. "ANNE IS DOWN" "BIG RED HAS HER!" I am panting, my entire body sweating. Feeling you under me gives me a rush.
Happy with my scheme, I have to think fast. How do I finish her? She is under me, I should have though of what to do before, as even though I rip your tits, I cannot move my arms or open my legs without letting you escape or attack. I look side to side, what is she doin gwith her free arm? I see you screwed up face under me, and I gather up saliva. I will show my contempt when I spit.