Light streams in as your salty ass bounces up like it was burned by a hot poker. Gasping, I lurch and buck, the rumble of the crowd is now overpowering noise, with your legs and ass shifted, but your ass lands on my wounded titties, squishing them, my wild gyrations allowing your buns to make contact with every inch of my breasts. Amazed that you can hold on, I feel a new source of pain...my panties sawing up through my mound and digging. My head lifts, me yelling,actually squealing, as I hear wild lewd remarks. SHES NAKED! huh..my flailing legs obviously allowing every sort of view between my legs, as I must have a red stripe down there...I throw my hand up to gather your hair as it flaps and yank...hauling hard, as I clutch your waist with my left hand, rolling overtothe right in slow motion.
As I twist with you, I heave in breaths, my tits and tummy billowing, keeping a death grip on your hair as my left hand claws for a titty hold. We must be pouring sweat, as I am drenched, but am not going to let you escape. Remarks on the bite mark on your butt, your bruised tit and your sprinkled pubes encourage me, as I pray the pace slows down. A final lucid thought, and I shift my head to avoid a head butt.
