Fiona Holds Her Down

Amy was nearly motionless, breathing shallowly. Still, Fiona could tell that she was beginning to stir. And so, she edged her way to the head of the bed. Amy looked so absolutely fuckable as she lay there. From her vantage point, Fiona couldn't help but steal a glance down the powerless girl's top–and watch as Amy's pale breasts moved within the confines of her bikini, jiggling slightly with each small movement she made.

Fiona couldn't stand it any longer. She unzipped her jeans, and pulled them off. Moving in, she approached Amy from behind. She lay her hand gently against the girl's cheek, before beginning to run her fingers through Amy's hair.

"What are you doing?" Amy whined, as she tried to jerk her head away.

Fiona sighed at the pathetic gesutre, and moved her hands down, pressing them around Amy's neck. And just like that, the bitching ceased. Maintaining gentle pressure around Amy's neck, Fiona climbed carefully into the bed. She sat herself just behind Amy, and drew the girl up towards her, squeezing her tight against her breasts. Amy was trying to talk again, but Fiona just squeezed harder, and wrapped her legs around Amy's tummy. She enjoyed the sensation of holding Amy down, squeezing her soft, slutty body between her thighs. She could feel Amy trying to wriggle free.

"Oh we can't have that!" Fiona laughed, as she grabbed hold of the girl.