There can be no denial, Nat has pounded me into the dirt and now, as she sits with her shapely southern ass pressing down on my sore and bruised tummy the best i can do is lie there under her, too weak to defend myself as she hammers my head against the floor.
Then it stops your hands come out of my hair. My eyes close, i lay limply groaning, you sure did a number on me you bitch.
Then you roll off me, i feel relief at this, i can finally breathe easier but i'm too weak to get up so i just lie there, naked, dirty, bloodied, battered but not broken. I will have my day.