There is no hope for you Holly. You are beaten. You can feel my ass pressing down on your face, with your nose sinking deep between my firm cheeks. You want to cry out for help, but you are frozen in place. Flat on your back under me. Right where you belong. All you can see is the curve of my ass and lower back, and my blonde hair flowing down my back. You want to fight it, but you know this is how it was always supposed to be. So you accept your fate. You just TAKE IT. And keep taking it for as long as I feel like giving it to you....or until you pass out...whichever comes first!