((No worries, sweetie))
"And what makes you think that you're superior, hunnie?" I snap back as a response, wearing a catty little smirk. I drop my posture, right leg leads, and left is in back. My raspberry painted toes are dug into the soft warm sun-baked sand. I reach for your neck with my left arm, and with my right, go for your left bicep- a classic Greco-Roman lock up. "After we're done, hon. You going to be eating two things, sand, and my superior ass."
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I hear your taunting as we get closer and then you reach out as one hand goes on my neck and the other goes on my bicep and I grunt a little as I try to put my hands on your shoulderrs and attempt to lift a left knee up into your belly as I attempt to get a fast start