My right hand squeezes your left ankle as I get to my knees, lifting your leg with me. I give it a sharp twist outward, just to feel your body jolt, locking eyes with you, smirking. Your right leg extends, your smooth sole pressing against my bare left shoulder. I fear a kick, but the drop to your back and head may have scrambled you a bit, and instead you try and push me back with your foot—-your calf flexed. Even sans kick, I can feel the power in those smooth, sexy legs, and make a mental note that they’re as dangerous, or more, than your arms and hands. Keeping my smirk fixed, my left hand grips your right ankle and slides your foot off my shoulder as I push myself up to my feet, standing over you, your ankles in my grips.
I can feel the bruise on my side now from your kick, and my head still throbs from the hair pulls and punch. You’ve taken it to me pretty good so far. “My turn now, slut…” I hiss, just loud enough for you to hear as I shuffle forward—-each little step raising your feet a tad higher, until the tips of my toes are brushing against your butt cheeks. Making sure our eyes are still locked, I slowly spread my arms out to the side, which of course spreads your legs. “I’m sure you’re used to spreading them, huh?” I taunt, and then I lightly lift and press my right foot on your sex—-not a kick or a stomp, just placing it there, my toes curling, almost kneading the micro-thin fabric of the thong that covers it. Slowly, I start to rub my sole up and down against your kitty—-long, slow strokes, never breaking eye contact with you. “I’ll break you every way I can, bitch…” I whisper, stroking one more time, and then taking a step back, your ankles still in my grips, I snap a sharp, hard kick forward, hoping to crack my foot into the smooth, tight underside of your left thigh.
