Wank his resistance down!

Zena moved one of her arms down to Don’s shorts before pulling them down to reveal his semi hard dick. Don tried to get up, but Zena mushed her breasts even closer to his face making hard for him to breathe a bit.

She then grabbed the rigid shaft in her hand and began stroking at slow methodical pace getting him to gasp and moan at her touch. She let up the pressure on her breasts but Don couldn’t find the strength to break free.

His moans were barely heard as Zena kept pace with jerking him off. Precum was starting to flow out at an alarming pace, he was close and Zena knew it.

“Look at that you’re so close~. Bet it’s getting ready to submit, is that what you want to submit to my hand?” Zena asked the muffled Don, who shook his head no, and was still trying to get the energy to get out from underneath her with no success.

“Oh~? Okay then~” And then Zina’s hand moved away letting the rock hard dick to just be right on the verge of coming. Don grunted in confusion, wondering why she stopped. “Well if you don’t want it, then I won’t let you. But I won’t pin you either.”

Zena pulled away before the ref came to start the count letting Don free. Don raised up slightly before going wide eyed. “Wha—!?!” Zena had slammed back down and was now smothering him again.

She loosely placed a finger on his dick moving up and down. Her thumb moved an rubbed across the tip gently. “I’ll just keep resetting you then. Either you give up to my hand or pass out under my breasts, but I won’t pin you~” Zena smirked down at him.