Sven vs Phe

While Sven didn't expect such a reaction from his mauling of her breasts, he thought of a way he could use this to his advantage. He kept at it with his rough handling, squeezing and digging his nails into her fleshy orb.

Of course, while he was doing this he would start to shift his position. If Phe was distracted enough from the breast treatment, Sven would attmpt to slip his legs out of Phe's scissors. If he managed that, he would quickly move to straddle Phe, pinning her arms with his knees in a schoolboy pin.

Too involved with how great the pain felt on her breast, Sven, sneaky little guy that he was, managed to get on top of her chest in a Schoolboy Pin.

"Nnugh...h-hey..."

Just a minute ago, Phe was on the verge of hollering out your name in ecstacy...if only she knew what your name was. Now, however, she's more concerned with her breasts being squished flat against her chest wall underneath his ass. Sven looked like a football player, and because of that, She wasn't surprised that he weighed like one too.

Much thanks to her above average flexibility and lower body strength, Phe bridges her cute, little behind off the floor, and will attempt to wrap her ankles around his neck before flpping him back to the ground.

If this worked, Phe will roll foward and now assume a Matchbook pin on Sven instead, pinning his arms underneath her knees while hooking both of his legs in her arms.

Sven sneered down at Phe as he assumed his dominant position on top of her. It had taken some doing, but he finally had her right where he wanted her. He reared back his fist, about to give her fist a good pounding, when suddenly her legs wrpped around him from behind.

Fortunately Sven was not totally unprepared for this. He had expected Phe to make this desperate move. Once again drawing on his considerable upper body strength, Sven fought against the strength of Phe`s legs, and grabbed onto him.

Sven would then scoot up until his crotch was right against Phe`s chin, and then he`d push down on Phe`s legs until they touched the floor, putting Phe in the matchbook pin instead.

She could've sworn that she had him, but after a few failed attempts at grasping at his neck, her legs ended up being grasped in his arms instead.
That was an impressive move....actually, for a moment, Phe thought a little more highly of the muscular man.

"So...what are you gonna do now, boy?"

Phe manges to utter through her lips just before his bulge managed to touch her chin. As a reflex, Phe took in a deep breath, thinking that Sven was going for a face smother. Luckily, he wasn't. Instead of taking her air away like she had expected him to, the once, cool and fresh oxygen that Phe breathed would be tainted with the man's hot, warm and musky aroma.

One attempt at bucking her shoulders off the ground came out usesless. Sven's weight was too much for the chocolate haired beauty, it seemed. Lastly, just when Phe thought that he was satisfied with just holding her legs prisoner while feeding her nostrils his manly scent, Phe then felt her lower body being folded over her chest.

"Uuugh......uuuuhhh...."

More air was squeezed from her lungs the further over her legs went. Phe looked strssed, but it wasn't from any physical pain. Rather, it was the pain of barely getting air to breathe.

"Guuhhh!"

Phe choked under her sweet voice. At this point, her legs were being bent and pushed so far that she could feel her toes touch the carpet.

The sound of the teasing gir's voice straining from the pain was like mucin to Sven's ears. ANd having her at his mercy wasn't to bad either. Keeping her folded up in such an uncomfortable position, Sven could do whatever he pleased.

"Having fun down there?" he asked with an arrogant sneer. "Maybe you'd like a better taste of the good stuff."

With that one warning Sven would scoot up again, this time covering his crotch over her face, all th while keeping her legs pinned down to the carpet.

That look on Sven's face as it towered above her, it spelled something evil, raunchy and vile.
Only worse...Phe had a clue to just what he was thinking of doing to her next. Her eyes glimmered in fret once her brain registered his last remark.

Once she feels his weight shuffling, Phe took it as a warning that this was her last chance to squrim and buck free....if she still couldn't succeed, then Sven's weight would fall over her face like a hot, ton of bricks, crushing her nose and lips shut.

"MMmmmp!"

Darkness...complete hot darkness was her entire world now.....

"Mmmm!"

Her chest bucked madly for air. Not only did her lungs were crushed from the pin, but she was also denied any air thanks to his smother. Phe would stop bucking for a while...but then urge to breathe overwhelmed her mind, alarming her natural instincts for survival.

If only her arms were still free...

"That's right, jst keep wearing yourself out," Sven said smugly, easiy riding out Phe's futile struggles to escape. With his knees pinning her arms and her leg pinned down over her head, Phe wasn't going anywhere.

The warm beath against his package certainly gave Sven a stimulating feeling, made all the better knowing that Phe couldn't breath under there. He also knew that the longer he stayed there the weaker she would become, making it all the easier to deal with the little hellcat later on.

He would stay perched on her face until he felt her struggles lessen...

The sound of Sven's voice sounded muffled in her ears thanks to her position on the ground. She'd twist and turn to wedge her arms free, but his knees had crucified the woman to the ground good.

Well, atleast Godzilla wasn't sitting on her chest anymore. This would give her enough shoulder room to try and roll over to one side. He was heavy, but this would be one of her last hopes of getting the large, football jock off of her face.

But wait! Her arms were still pinned to the ground! Well...so much for that.

The silent, breathless seconds tick away as Phe's options seem to dwindle by the moment. Out of breath and out of options, Phe's hand will tap on the ground, signalling her surrender.

Now here's to hoping that Sven was nice enough to get off of her....

At the sight of Phe tapping out, Sven's mouth curled into a wide grin. What, did she think that would save her? "Sorry, little girl," Sven sneered, even though Phe couldn't hear him so well. "But I'm kinda comfortable up here." Sven's cruelty would rear its ugly head as he refused to release Phe, despite he obvious surrender.

The seconds ticked away, and it seemed like Sven would never move from his dominant poaition. Then after what seemed like forever, Sven would unexpectantly release Phe's legs, and scootch off of her face. He still pinned her with his knees though, and he gazed down at her with a smug grin.

Light and cool air had blessed her senses once his weight had finally been lifted off of her face. Her chest burned from air starvation, and her face was covered in a thin sheet of sweat.

It had to end so soon? Just as Phe was beginning to feel the pleasures of euphoria from being robbed of her right to breathe, Sven had gotten up. Regardless, she enjoyed her little game while it lasted. Maybe next time, Phe would take Sven seriously.

For now though, His smug look was only as met by her nonchalant smile.

"So....you're not getting off of me...so I assume you want a bonus round of fucking me, right?"

Phe searches his face for an answer.