Amber

Tara's legs were squeezing her very hard, but Amber knew she had the advantage. She pulled Tara's face in as tight as she could against her chest, flexed her pectoral muscles and squeezed with her arms. Tara pushed on Amber's arms, trying to find a weak spot in the hold, but she couldn't. Her face was surrounded by Amber's breasts, and she couldn't breathe!

Amber felt Tara's body scissor slowly grow weaker, and finally Tara's legs fell open.

"Now I gotcha..." Amber whispered. She quickly rolled over so she was on top, and then just as quickly spun her body around. Now she and Tara were in a 69. Before Tara could react, Amber grabbed one of her ankles and bent her leg back so she couldn't fight back with a scissor hold, while wrapping her own thighs around Tara's head in an incredibly tight reverse head scissor.

With her free hand Amber grabbed Tara's shorts and ripped them off. Tara's pussy was already moist and her clit was stirring. Amber leaned down and brushed the tip of her tongue across it, getting a frantic whimper of unwanted ecstasy and a shudder from her opponent.

"So... should I get you off slow? Or should I get you off fast?"

Tara couldn't hear her with Amber's thighs clamped around her head. Amber laughed as she felt Tara struggling in vain to pry her legs apart.