Experiment a little more… all over.

You kneel on her thighs, keeping them pinned and wide apart. You cock your arms, raising both fists up in front of you.

“Hands behind your head” you say.

Klowee obediently slides her hands behind her head, presenting her body to you.

You deliver a straight punch down into her tummy, and follow it with a low uppercut to her crotch, then an elbow sunk into her lower tummy…

Klowee grits her teeth and grunts with each hit as you start to deliver a series of strikes to her. Each hit is deliberate and forceful, and you pause for a few seconds between them to allow her to feel each one distinctly.

Your attacks flow over her body…

Your right hand backhands her right breast… it closes into a fist and punches her in the middle of her gut… a left hook to her right side… a right hammer blow to her lower abdomen… a right elbow into the same spot… left uppercut to the crotch… right straight punch to the crotch…

Klowee is struggling to keep in position, and she finally puts her hands over her belly to guard it.

“Hands up,” you say.

Klowee grits her teeth and slides her hands upward, only to put them over her belly again when you sink a punch into it. “Aullgh!”

You simply grab both her hands in your left hand and shift yourself more over her, planting her hands firmly on the floor above her head and pinning them there.

You slam an uppercut under her ribs… power your right knee hard into her crotch… punch her again in the lower tummy… slam your knee up between her legs…

You continue the onslaught, alternating one or two punches to her midsection with knees to her pussy. She is past the limit of what she can take and is starting to struggle.

Each time she tries to wrest her hands free you just tighten your grip and re-pin them to the floor above her head. Each time she tries to twist her body out from under you, a small adjustment with your knee against her hip or a slight push against her thigh is all that you need to reposition her and punish her pussy again with a knee strike.

After a little while of this, you notice that your knee is wet from repeatedly bashing into quite a damp patch on her shorts.

“Ah, we’re getting somewhere,” you say, “I think I know what it is.”