Yes, you beat it.

"If you insist."

Your hand drops down below your waist & strokes the shaft through the tights. The other hand takes some spit is slides it under the tights.

"I knew you wanted to spit on my cock." The lechery drips from your tongue.

"Ugh!" Fen is indignant at the notion.

"C'mon, we're all sluts here. C'mere & give it to me." You let the tip peek out of your waistband.

"I'll give you something!"

The thug aims a punt between your uprights, furious but predictable. You catch it & tip her backwards. The broad body thuds & you quickly mount her shoulders, making sure to pin the biceps with your legs. Despite the immense weight & power struggling beneath you, your positioning keeps you steady.

"Woo! See? I knew you just wanted some cock in your face."

"I"LL RIP IT OFF YOU PUNK!"

"What? This?"

When your dick flops out & on to her face, something in Fen snaps. A glance back shows the massive thug thrashing like a mad woman. You lean back on your hands to balance yourself, accidentally copping a feel of her boobs. They were small & flat, the fat siphoned away & converted to muscle.

So what? A tit's a tit.

Before your foe can throw you off, you give her nipples a pinch through the top & hop sideways. The **** surge of energy has left Fen flustered, beige skin flushed & damn near dripping with rage.

Advantage, John.