I'm yanking at your thong, maybe I can force you to submit it.
This belief dissolves into thin air when I feel your mouth on my nipple.
You take it between your teeth and start tugging at it, moving your head back and forth.
I grit my teeth and don't want to scream.
This resolution is void when your hand becomes tangled in my thong and you pull it hard into my crotch.
My cry of pain echoes through the bar.
I take my hand out of your hair, grab your nipple between my thumb and forefinger and start twisting and pulling on it.
"You bitch want to know who can take more? You should have!" screeching me.