I devour the amazingly sexy vision of your lean, glistening body lying flat on the ground, legs spread like a broken doll. It is absolutely intoxicating to drink in the exhaustion and frustration finally visible in your face as the brave, defiant mask you have shown throughout this battle finally cracks.
I pounce, literally and figuratively, on this opportunity, hoping to drain the fight from a stubborn, worthy foe. I plop down on your ribcage, just under those incredible breasts, and stare down at you pinned beneath. I see your eyes flash with anger, then defiance, feel your perfect body squirming back and force as my pelvis drills your back down so you remain pinned.
Seeing you trapped like this, I immediately go to work on your beautiful face and precariously exposed tits.
SLAP, SMACK, SLAP, SMACK!
I first bitchslap your face, then wind up and brutally slap your left breast, another blow to your face and a final indignity suffered as I playfully backhand your right breast. Though you are tightly gritting your teeth, my breast strikes elicit a shriek from you as firm flesh jiggles and shakes. Then I repeat.
SLAP...SMACK...SLAP...SMACK!
I look down into your eyes, hoping you'll realize that the fight is done.
Tears begin to pool in the corner of your eyes, but you shoot me a defiant look and blink them back, refusing to sob or give.
Suddenly I halt my attack and lean back while still straddling you. I arch my back, whip my silky hair around, with oil flying off my taut body.
Your eyes pop widely open as I twist around so I can reach behind my back, then firmly place my hand on your trembling belly, just over your sexy navel. You undulate slightly, clearly fearing what's next and worrying that I have straddled your ribcage and immobilized your belly.
I slowly, deliberately glide my hand over your toned abs, my strong hand then sliding over your oil-slicked abdomen, stroking and tickling you as I go.
Soon my probing fingers slide back and forth over your shiny satin bikini bottom. I flush, realizing that your valley is separated from me by only a smooth, thin later of satin. I then drive my probing fingers under that shiny garment so they are sliding directly across your smooth skin, driving in deeper until I reach my goal. My nipples are hardening and I am biting my lip.
Just as I am about to be lost in you, you emit an eardrum-piercing shriek and your knees slam into my back, forcing me to pull my hand away from its target, denying us both.
The blow stings, but you are clearly waning. I giggle, "Your loss kitten. I was just trying to put the cum in your comeback..."
I switch tactics again. Time to go from love back to hate.
I roll off your quivering body and drag your limp body up, draping you over my raised knee in a backbreaker hold. I place one hand firmly over your thighs and the other under your delicate chin. Then thrust down with all my might and force your back to arch at a ridiculously unnatural angle. As I thrust down, your belly arches out and your massive breasts jiggle.
"What's going to break first, your spirit or your back?!?"
My face blazing with fury, I demand more than ask for your submission. "Admit I am your captain!!"
While continuing to ratchet down the pressure on your now tender back, I can feel the tension throughout your body as you twitch and tremble involuntarily, see the sweat pouring down your face.
I hear a faint, almost hopeless voice breathlessly reply, "No. Never." I remain controlled, though I want nothing more than to explode in frustration.
I move my hand from under your chin to cover your lacquered lips and button nose. I hear your muffled cries and smile. "You know that's not what I want to hear kitten," I hiss.
"Have it the hard way then!"
