Clyde Vs. Resa

“Oh don’t worry, you won’t be in there for too long.” She’d say, working on trying to keep him down as he attempted to kick himself free. “I just need you to lose a little bit of that fight in ya so we can get to the fun stuff. Then you’lol understand just why I had to do this.”

Of course her reasoning wasn’t going to sell things with him, but the woman was in a good mood and saw the oppurtunity to play with the boy’s head a little. And she could get a good bit of his strength out of him if she could keep the hold going. And as long as she held the vantage point, she felt she could get him to that level of fatigue she’d need.

Resa would continue to pull his face within the confines of her cleavage until the moment she felt his struggles begin to fade. Once she noticed this, she’d loosen her hold and give him a moment to get some much needed air. “No worries ther cowboy, I don’t intend to knock you out with a smother like this.” She’d say, although her intentions certainly didn’t spell better for him.

As once she had removed him from her bosom, the woman would release him from her hold. But this was all just so that she could quickly try to get on top of him and put him in a headscissors, clamping her thighs down on his head. "Hope you like thighs as much as you like breasts~" She'd tease, continuing to smile as she tightened her hold.