You think back at your time here in the gym with Canary [Insert 80's training montage here] and yes, you think you have learned your lesson: Sexual distraction can win the day! And you are not about to be outdone.
With a few grunts, you struggle into position, conveniently rubbing across your opponent's pussy a few times with your face. Meanwhile you try to ignore the sensation from the fingers tracing the outline of your cock through your shorts. "I guess not. Your loss. If you give up now, I pr-Oh!" You cut off her taunting as you spring your plan into action and begin licking her thigh, slowly moving your tongue higher and higher. Her shorts were already tiny to begin with, but now they have ridden even higher, allowing you to slip your tongue all the way up to the top of her inner thigh. Then you start placing tiny kisses along the edge of her shorts. You seem to have broken her concentration as her hand has stopped rubbing you below the waist, but she's still holding her position. You're not freed yet, but you eye something that you think will do the trick.
"Mm that's nice, but remember, I taught you that trick. Don't think it's going to wo-OOHH!" A nibble to her pleasure button through her shorts cuts her off again. Unfortunately this had the opposite of your intended effect as she tenses up and tightens her grip on you. But as you continue teasing the tender nub above her pussy, her thighs begin to loosen their hold and small moans begin to escape her lips with each exhale. You keep at it, alternating small bites with tracing circles around her engorged clit. Looking up, you notice that one of her hands has moved to her heaving chest and her eyes are closed as she soaks in the pleasure. Now is your chance to break out and counter. "d...don't...stop..." she quietly gasps between breaths.
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