Your stamina and ability to withstand great pain has allowed you to now get the upper hand (so to speak).
You now pull my face into your ample bosom which cuts off my oxygen supply. I gasp for air, and I am so buried into your cleavage that continuing with my nipple attack is now NOT AN OPTION! I panic a bit, but that fear is mixed with an incredible attraction to you, so it is a sweet but desperate situation.
As you tell me what you are going to do to me (i.e. "You're going to eat my pussy, black bitch," I hiss, my breath hot against your ear. "You're going to lick my clit, and you're going to make me cum. And then, you're going to suck my tits, and you're going to beg for more. You're going to be my pussy-eating bitch.") And I am becoming more and more turned on, now panting like a dog as I reach between your legs and rub your stiff clit. like a woman possessed! I drop to my knees and keep fingering you, faster and faster as I gasp for intermittent breaths of air while wishing it was my face plastered to your clit. instead of my fingers!
{YOU ARE MAKING ME SO HORNY, BABBY!}
I slam your face harder against my tits, feeling a sick sense of satisfaction as I cut off your oxygen supply. Your struggles are futile, and I can feel your desperation as you gasps for air. "You fucking love this, don't you, you black bitch?" I hiss, my voice laced with contempt and arousal. "You're pathetic, begging for air while you're buried in my tits. This is what you get for trying to play dirty with me."
I moan softly, enjoying the sweet revenge as I grind your face deeper into my breasts, feeling your hot breath against my skin. Your hands are flailing, trying to push me away, but I hold you tight, not letting you escape. "You're going to learn your place. You're going to eat my pussy, suck my tits, and beg for more. You're my little pussy-eating bitch now."
Suddenly, I feel your hand reach between my legs, and I think you're going for another cheap shot, trying to dig your nails into my pussy. But then I feel your fingers, dark and agile, rubbing against my clit, and I can't help but moan. "Fuck... what are you doing?" I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire and confusion. Your fingers are moving fast, circling my clit, and I can feel my knees buckling.
I press your face closer to my flesh, using you for stability as I start to shake. "You fucking bitch... stop... this is a fucking fight," I manage to whisper, but my words are laced with pleasure, and I know you can feel it. Your touch is electric, and I can't help but moan louder as you sink to your knees, taking me with you.
Your finger slides into me, and I shudder, my legs starting to shake uncontrollably. "Fuck," I moan, my voice barely a whisper. I'm torn between wanting to cut off your air supply and render you unconscious, and the overwhelming pleasure you're giving me. My mind is a blur of conflicting emotions, but my body is betraying me, responding to your touch.
I lean into you, my body pressing against yours as I ride your hand, my hips moving in a frenzy. "You fucking bitch, fucking pass out!"
