Fright Fight - Heather Sunderland Vs. Janet Wiles

Heather wriggled atop Janet just a little, rubbing herself in the girl's face to enjoy the position over her as much as she could. She had taken a bit of a risk in giving her that first fall quickly to preserve her energy--but now she was behind. The only way she could make use ofit more would be if she could weaken Janet nicely here and take a fall herself. She just took deep breaths as she remained atop her, keeping secure atop her as well as she could.

Then she noticed the girl moving her head up to try and breath through her nose, something Heather knew that she couldn't allow to happen. She grit her teeth, gripping Janet's head and pushing her hips up a little, making sure to secure herself atop her as firmly as she could. She needed to keep her unable to breathe to weaken her more and more--but with what Janet started doing next it would be quite difficult for her to do so.

"N-ngh....kh...t-think that's gonna help you.." She gripped her head firmly, shutting her eyes as she endured the feeling of her tongue--not going to let that get to her like it always seemed to, holding on for as long as she could atop her face.

Heather seemed intent on not allowing Janet any air at all, as the Lakota girl was only able to draw in the faintest suggestion of a wisp of oxygen before Heather had once again secured her perch atop the Wisconsin native's tan face. That was fine, though Janet knew that she wouldn't be able to last without air for too long. Just as Heather had had a plan to keep herself fresh, Janet had her plan to keep them equal, by dragging Heather down with her, exhausting her in a wholly different fashion.

A fashion which was consistently proven to work on her cute purple-headed roommate, over many months of trials in their shared bed.

She felt Heather's grip on her head, and felt that black cotton-covered crotch press into her face a little harder. Heather refused to admit that Janet's tactic would help her, but Janet could hear the uncertainty in her voice, her confident devil persona slipping, at least for the moment. Janet would try to focus on sliding her tongue along that cotton, wetting it and making it stick to what was underneath, rather than on the lightheaded feeling that was starting to fill up her head...

"Mmmmnnn..."