Melissa plays with her food before eating it

Peppy reached over her shoulder to try and scratch Melissa's face, but Melissa caught her hand and tucked the arm between their two bodies in a hammerlock so that Peppy couldn't use it anymore.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, brat, but this isn't a game that you're going to like playing." Melissa grabbed the front of Peppy's shirt and ripped it, sending buttons flying. She pulled the shirt off Peppy and threw it away, then easily ripped the bra off.

"Get off! Bitch!"

"Make me, you scrawny little whore. Oh wait, you can't. I own you. I can eat you alive if I want to and there's nothing you can do about it." Melissa punctuated her threat by using her feet to unsnap Peppy's skirt and slide it down her legs. She then suddenly kicked Peppy off her.

Peppy landed face down on the mat. Just as she was starting to push herself up, Melissa landed on her back. She stretched full length over Peppy's body. Her feet went inside Peppy's ankles, pushing her legs apart. Her arms went underneath Peppy's and then grabbed the tops of her forearms. And then she used her chin to pin Peppy's neck, preventing her from even raising her head.

Peppy struggled and whimpered, but she was helpless. Melissa's muscular arms and legs were like chains, holding her motionless against the mat. And then she yelped as she felt Melissa's tongue against her ear.