You lay there for a second, not having considered the possible problems of fighting a woman of these proportions. As you lay there, she takes a few running steps forward then leaps up into the air.
She drops onto your body, her hips landing on your stomach. She leans forward and your face is in between your breasts. You grunt as you start to lose your ability to breathe, trapped in the softest smother you've ever been. your hands move to her back.
She leans forward and shakes from side to side, then locks her legs around yours in a grapevine hold. you let out a grunt as your legs spread apart. You try to resist and she forces them apart further. She plants her palms on the mat, leaning up then swings her breasts from side to side, slapping you around. She laughs.
"Is that it sugar? Your in my |