Fight!

You toss her shorts away over to the couch near her bra, then lean down between her legs to kiss her lips again.

"Round two" she says wickedly.

You yelp as she quickly wraps her arms and legs around you, pulling you down against her front. She moans in a dramatic way as she french kisses you, her hands are pulling on your hair and all over your back as she quickly hooks her thighs around your waist.

You groan and whine as she starts scissoring you tightly. You fall off to one side of her while she increases the pressure around you.

"You... naughty... girll...!!" you grind out as you struggle against her grip to no avail.

Faye just laughs openly.

"What's the matter John, is a girl owning your ass right now?"

You can only struggle as she eventually manoeuvres you to the floor on your back, she quickly grasps your wrists and pins them to the floor before releasing the leg scissor and sliding on top to straddle you triumphantly.

"Ha! Take that!" she says.

As hard as you try, you can't lift your wrists off the ground, and her thighs are squeezing your sides tightly.

You look up into her wonderful cleavage before she gets an idea. She scoots up you a little then drops her tits onto your face smothering you!

"Mmmmfff!" you complain but are meat with overflowing waves of creamy soft flesh filling your face.

"One..."

You can hear her count.

"Two..."