Throw her off

You've had enough of this bitch grinding into your face. You quickly twist and turn whilst pushing her away, trying to throw her down on the mat. But you've underestimated how tightly her thighs are wrapped around you face. Despite your ****, erratic movements, she holds on, riding your face like a pro. "Your not the first man I've ridden into submission!" she calls out. Suddenly, she pulls you in another direction.

You stumble, lose your balance and fall backwards to the floor, Mrs Mills landing comfortably on top of you. You land with a thud, and everything goes black.