...you continue with him

She bluffed that she would just have to ride your cockhead for as long as it would take.

You knew it was a bluff by the expression on the girl's face. You knew she was effected too. You must have gotten to her in time because she released her hold on your legs and slid onto your waist, your arms still pinned on the mat.

This provided your eager dick a moment of respite. You provoked her. 'What's the matter, is your weak pussy giving up so soon?' You recovered a little more as you felt her breasts pressed into your face.

Abruptly she released your arms and reached back to grab your cock firmly with one hand. The goth was completely in control as she squeezed and tugged on your engorged member.

You knew you had to distract her quickly. There was only one way, you reached out for her breasts, caressed them shortly only to then squeeze them hard, pushing the tit flesh between your fingers.

The tattoed bitch reacted by redirecting her intentions. She started to fight you off with her free hand. Luckily you still had one hand free to maul her breasts further and as a side objective pull at the strings of her bikini bottom.

You watched as the frustration mounted on her face as she tried unsuccessfully control your hands, protect her breasts and jack you off at the same time.