Our angry shouts and cries bounce off the padded walls of the room while we roll about and struggle endlessly against each other. The heat of the moment and our constant straining and thrusting is making me very hot, causing my body to perspire and my tight little uniform to practically cling to my buxom figure as if it were a second skin. As you slam your smaller but deliciously firm tits into my larger, exquisite breasts, I gasp aloud as I nearly feel my own tits pop out of my uniform. I glare at you and his vengefully into your face as I try mightily to shove you off of me. Instead, I feel your smooth, nylon-covered legs wrap firmly around my fishnet-clad legs, seemingly anchoring your smaller body over mine. Doing this keeps me on my back for the moment and my struggles intensify, my legs thrusting out and kicking wildly even as your legs are wrapped around mine. I manage to propel your right leg into that gym bag at our feet, knocking it over so that its deviant contents spill out over the white padded floor. Even amidst our frantic struggle I manage to notice the rubbery gag that tumbles out, along with a massive strap-on, a coil of nylon ropes, chains, a dog collar and a heavy vibrator. For a moment my mind drifts from the wild fight and I imagine all the devious things I plan on doing to you with all of those toys, once I have you locked in the jacket. The jacket itself lays just a foot away from us, within reaching distance. Your squirming body and thrusting breasts and hot breath on my cheek brings me back to the fight, and I shake my head to focus on you.
I'm laying on my back with you on top, and my legs are firmly wrapped up by yours, trapping me there for the moment. I'm breathing heavily, tiring quickly, all the while trying to not make it so noticeable as I can barely spot a hint of fatigue on you. I also notice only one of my heels remains on my left foot, the right heel lost having been kicked off while we rolled around. I'm thankful that you've finally let go of my hair, all that tugging and pulling caused my scalp to sting, and my head to spin. But sadly my own hand releases your silky dark hair as you whip your head from side to side. Without much else to grip on, I've lost some leverage I had on you, so I focus my energies on escaping. I reach up and press my palm into your face, pushing upward to create some space between us. I then plant my feet into the padded floor and thrust my shapely hips up against yours, arching my back, trying to turn us over. I curse out loudly when I slip, and crash back onto the floor with a grunt, you still firmly on top of me. I'm gasping for air now as I try a new plan, reaching up to grab the front of your uniform..
