I groan and shake my head back and forth, trying to pull myself away from your pussy, but you pull my head in hard and fast against your camel toe, my head bouncing backwards with each slam. My vision gets a little blurry after the fourth or fifth slam, and I start to get a little dizzy. My grip around your thighs slackens only slightly. In a pure panicked desperation, I grab the top of your yoga pants from the back, and pull upwards as hard as I can, hoping to do some sort of damage to make you let me go.
"Yeah! Give that bitch a wedgie!" I hear Izzy shout, leaning against the ropes. Too my astonishment, you let me go to tend to your yoga pants, and I scramble backwards, tagging Izzy in, for some fresh legs.