Your pathetic struggles are not enough.

You lay beneath your opponent, your chest heaving, your womanhood tingling. "You must not need the money that bad." She said with a cruel smile, leaning forwards a bit more, her hands pressing harder on your breasts. It hurts, but not enough to stop your breasts from sending tantalizing messages throughout your body, causing you to squirm in pleasure. A look of sensual helplessness overcame your face and you heard the audience cry out in amusement.

The girl on top of you flipped her hair to the side as she leaned down, planting a kiss between your breasts. She pulls back up and looks down at you. "Enjoy that?" She asked in a breathy voice. "If you're not going to fight back, I can just take you here. Is that what you want?" She asked, as if tempted by her own offer.