"Bitch please.... my panties cost more than the trailer park where you live! " I yell back awhile trying to stop the rolling and stay on top of you. I pull your pigtails down trying to pin your head to the mats when I feel your sharp nails on my tummy. "Aaaaaagggh you slut!!!" Your nails making me scream aloud and squirm a bit on top of you, laving some nasty red marks on my skin.
I let your pigtails go and try to grab your wrists with my hands, trying to pull them away from me and pin them over your head. The intense struggle is making me sweat more than bit but I don't care much about that, all I care about is teaching you a lesson.
Now that my skirt is no longer around my ankles I can spread my legs a bit, showing off my perfect derrière to the fans while I try to get my legs to the outside of yours and then wrap them in under your legs, trying to hook your legs with my feet with a grapevine hold.
* squealing and shouting we roll back-and-forth across the canvas. As we thrash, my tiny skirt gets lifted higher and higher. Normally, showing my hot pink, silk panties to a room filled with many strangers would be awful. In this case though, it's clearly necessary . It proves without a doubt that my womanhood is covered by $300 French lingerie, and yours is not! I glance at your crotch as you pin me. Yes, clearly you have expensive taste as well, but not in the same league.
Though I am able to gouge your sides with my nails, you still hold me firmly in place, placing all your weight on pinning my wrists over my head.... As your legs begin to grapevine mine, my heart begins to quicken as I start to feel trapped. *
Nuh....Nuh..... Natalia!! My wrist... I think you broke it!!
*waiting until you lean forwards , your face filled with concern .... I wrinkle up my slightly upturned nose before spitting right in your face*
Yt
