Her breasts

She pulls your head into her breasts. You feel the softness of her flesh, smell the scent of woman intermingled with nylon. Unable to breathe, you struggle to push her away, but she effortlessly resists and laughs loudly, her strong arms holding you firmly in place.

“There, there, baby, don’t struggle, just enjoy the warmth and the softness, and succumb to my charms.”