Fight back

Your fingers curl around her ankle and you pull, flipping the northerner onto her back. You scatter to your feet, only to be tripped by Myranda and land on the floor. You manage to turn just in time as she hurls herself at you, burying your face between her breasts. Myranda flips herself, and now, with you on top, wraps her legs around your waist. Her legs hold you like pliers, crossed at ankles, her lanky fingers buried in your hair. Your huffs are mumbled by her chest, and she merely chuckles at your fruitless atempts to escape. She flips once more, pinning you to the ground with her thighs, your hands captured under her knees. She lands a sharp slap upon your face.