“Don’t be in such a hurry to meet our friends, slut. You will be embarrassed again” as at the same time as you lunge for me, I grab your dark hair and wrench it around, and my other hand slashes down your body, clawing your mound, before I grab for your labia, your inner labia. “I’ll stretch these to your knees, the miserable flabby things’ as I try my trick of squeezing my thighs together as you jab at my twat. Harder to close my legs and stay balanced though, and I feel you scratching my delicious pink with your stabbing fingers.
I grimace, it hurts, but I pinch and yank your lips harder, trying to dig my nails in so I don’t lose my grip. Your face flashes in front of me, as we jerk our heads this way and that. Downstairs, the stamping of our feet as we twist and turn is resounding, and they think the fight is coming to a climax. “ I have you, I have you” I cry out, as I yank your lower body towards me using that thin skin as a handle, while I try to thrust my ass away from you to keep you from crippling my poor vagina.
Some of your black hair flutters around, meaning I must be winning top and bottom. I tremble and squirm, because even as I am ‘winning’ it feels like my head is coming off from your hair tugging, and your nails down low are cruel, trying to hurt me so deeply. “Give up already, give up’ I plead.
