Finally, I manage to break her grip and begin to get her hands under control. I get ahold of her left wrist and pin it to the floor. Before I can grab her right, I feel her hand slip into the narrow straps of my thong. I can feel as she intertwines her fingers into the material. The thong starts to dig into me... not comfortable, but not excruciating either.
I am secure in the position. My legs spreading her wide, giving me a sturdy base. I reach back and wrap my left hand over hers, ensuring she can't let go of my thong. Initially, I push as she pulls, but suddenly I yank up as if to assist her in ripping it off me.
As the material pops, I can't stifle the groan as it rubs, digs, burns against my pussy. But with the momentum of the material giving, I use that momentum to slam her right hand down to the floor next to her head.
I look deep into her eyes and smile as I hold on to this classic grapevine pin. Then, plop my full weight on her again. Pushing her hands closer together, then crossing them over her head. I pin both hands to the floor, holding them at the wrist using my left hand and body weight. My right gabs the thong, still intertwined in her hand, and begin wrapping it around her wrists and tie her arms together.