Tony

Enily uses a surprising strength advantage to press Tony backwards a few steps, but he quickly pulls her into him and slams his knee into her exposed stomach.

Emily bends forward and tries to pull her hands free from Tonys grip, but seizing his opportunit, he rushes forward and pins her to the ground.

"You jave to be quicker than that, bitch!" He says quietly as he straddles her waist and pins her arms above her head. She grunts as she struggles underneath him, squirming on the carpet, making her soft tits sway out of her bra.

Tony raises his hips while pinning her arms down and slams his weight down on her breasts before sliding forward, pinning her head down under his crotch.

He looks down and they make intense eye contact as his balls rest on her lips and she struggles in silence.