The punches hit hard, but without the sting of a full swing. I gasp as they hit, but the adrenaline is up, pumping through my system.
The hands on my nipples is a pleasant change, nipple clamps a regular plaything, as you pinch and twist them a warm wave of pleasure and pain slides through me. Then the knee hits and I gasp, weakening at the knees and sinking against you. My hands still in your hair but the jerking stops, my head onto your right shoulder, lips kiss skin, and I bite down on shoulder, pressing my face in close to your skin.