on her boobs!

She thinks she's so tough, huh? You'll show her! Attack!

You lunge forwards and push her boobs together with your hands. She reacts with surprise, but before she can open her mouth to make a comment, you push your face down and start blowing raspberries over the exposed top parts of her bra-covered breasts.

"EH?!?!" She alarms, her face burning a bright red with a flush that spreads all the way down to her collarbone. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

You just keep going at it, blowing raspberries on one boob and then the other, mixing in occasional little licks and kisses. Before she can start to get used to it, you move your leg forward, and press your knee into her pussy sssllowwllyyy, drawing a quiet and shaky moan from her lips.

Her hand comes up to her mouth, trembling, and clamps itself over her lips. You just keep your nose and lips to the grindstone of her breasts, lathering them with love while you use your knee on her pussy's panties. You even start shifting it up and down along her hidden slit, all while keeping up that same pressure.

About twenty seconds into your turn, Delilah's elegant sitting position gives out and she tumbles back onto the floor. You go with her, not letting up your **** at all, as she runs a hand through her hair and calls out in "eep"s and "ohhh"s, trembling beneath you.

Ah-ha! Is this how you do it, then? She doesn't seem to be good at all with the mushy stuff! Before you can press this newfound advantage any further, Professor Phoebe again interrupts to let you know that your thirty seconds are up, and that it's time for Delilah to attempt rally a response. You get up and off of her quickly, still feeling hot yourself, but now confident that you have a chance to win and not wanting to give her any more recovery time than you have to.