Your groans growing louder and longer with each squeeze of my thick thighs and I'm having trouble distinguishing whether it's from the pressure or me banging my hot, denim clad kitty up into your tummy. You're such a tramp that it's probably the latter and not the former. It's funny,though,the things you notice during times of stress....such as your firm pair swaying back and forth under your top each time I pulse my legs. Which I do, again, as I box those ears of yours. It gets your attention enough to get you focusing on you,instead of me and my tanned orbs.
Your hands release my girls, the sweat slicked flesh bouncing back to their original form, red streaks running over them from your nails,and pain lancing through my chest. I groan,partly from relief,partly from pain while you cover your face and deflect my eye rake. No matter, the rake was just icing on the cake...the intent to get your mauling hands off me was achieved. I get a split second to breathe before you're back on me,your flurry of fists causing me to bring my arms up in front of my face to try to block the onslaught.
"Ummmfff!" I grunt as you hammer away at me. My body jerking this way and that with each hail of blows you rain down. "Fuck this and fuck you!" I gasp, my arms coming off my face,trying to reach up between your arms and grabbing the back of your head. If I can, clasping my hands on the back of your head and trying to pull it down as I crunch up, tummy flexing while I aim my forehead for your mouth or nose....at this point,I'm not going to be picky with where the headbutt might land. "Yaaaaa!"
I know this will hurt but,hopefully, not as bad as the pain this limey slut will feel if I can nail it. As my head snaps up,I pulse my tiring thighs,once more,before uncoiling them from your waist and letting them drop to the floor.....trying to roll away from you if I get an opening.