I knew just how quickly this would escalate, just from our staredown at the start, we’re not here to really mess around. Hand cracking your cheek and then you find my nipple. Teeth gritting, letting a puff of breath escape between them, but not giving you any satisfaction of hearing me yelp out in surprise.
Sensing where your other hand is going, I make sure to react to it. My right hand heading down and around, going to grasp the back of your thong, wrenching it up roughly, wanting to force the fabric to dig right between your cheeks. Left hand pulling free from your hair, rather hoping to yank some strands out, before it fires out a slap, to where your cheek should be.