My plan runs without a hitch... or so it does for about a split second, when your claws suddenly lock onto my tits, focusing thankfully more on my bikini top itself, more than my breasts. But as you position yourself beneath me, your legs wrap themselves around my waist. Instinctively, I spread my legs wider beneath yours, kneeling over you it seems, trying to maintain top position. I grit my teeth in your hips, the pressure intense, but not focused... not yet at least.
Instead, I use my own hands, "Oh you want my tits out, bitch!" I hiss at you, squirming in your grip, just trying to make myself a hard prisoner of your legs, "Then let me introduce you!" I snarl, grabbing you by your hair, wrapping it around my fingers as I yank your head up off of the mat just as you roll us onto our sides. I desperately clutch at your hair, yanking it forwards, trying to smother your face into my breasts. "Imagine if I smother you out in the first engagement bitch!" I hiss, thrusting out my tits, your hands and all, into your face.
