Things are moving too fast, I haven't even had time to play with my new boob pillow to my heart's content.
Erin resists, trying to break free from my suffocating embrace. She needs a breath of air, the naive girl. All she'll get is the chance to fall asleep with her face buried in my breasts. A smug smile played across my face. But I either overestimated my own strength, or underestimated my opponent's will and desire to fight. Either way, both are unacceptable. (Come on, does anyone seriously consider Sun Tzu's treatises on the Art of War when they're pulling your hair and kicking you in the groin?).
Erin wrapped both arms around me and pressed her whole body against me, my position is extremely unfavorable, the best thing for me in this situation would be to wrap this mad witch in a bear hug, but I presumptuously decide to continue to push her face into my tits.
I'll be honest, I like the feeling of her face buried in my tits, I feel her heavy breath on my skin, and also how her saliva runs in a thin stream down my breasts. But, I apologize, I got a little distracted.
While I was enjoying Erin drooling over my tits, she managed to perform some kind of belly to belly suplex and we both fell with a thud onto the nearby table.
The table could not withstand such abuse; the weight of our bodies falling on it proved too great, and it crumbled.
And so, I’m slightly dazed, lying on the remains of a table, with some snacks around me, and Erin is lying on me, shamelessly pressing her whole body against me...