The idea of ripping chunks from you isn't a pleasant one, but when it comes down to a struggle between you and I... no risk is worth avoiding if it could mean the difference between walking away with my head held high, or not walking away at all! And so I commit to it, your tits in my face, and my teeth sink in looking to get a vice grip over those orbs you try and flaunt.
Obviously though, you're not one to do things in halves, and you retaliate the exact same way, as I feel your teeth on my right nipple, and not gently as you're seemingly trying to rip my nipple from my tit. Your hands meanwhile are in my hair, trying to yank my head away from your tits, but only aiding to pull your tit further in my jaws clenches...
But when you secure your own bite, I want the space willingly, and so with a quick slug to the guy to try and make you gasp, in the hope of freeing my own tit, I try and scramble back away from you, creating the space I hope we both so deserperately want.