Well...

Chichi desperately reached up, looking to claw at Emily's breasts, but Emily was expecting this, and caught her by the wrists. Again, Chichi's lack of strength was causing her problems. Having seen something similar in a porn movie, Emily pulled Chichi's arms up over her head, made her join hands, and then held her hands together with one of her own while using the other to hold onto the back of Chichi's head.

"You... think it tastes good, don't you?" Emily wasn't any good at talking dirty, but she was enjoying winning. She began to move her hips, slowly at first, then faster, thrusting the dildo in and out of Chichi's mouth. Her chin became shiny as she drooled on the cock. She tried to pull away, but every time Emily withdrew, she had to gasp and catch her breath, and before she could get a counterattack going it was back in her mouth.

This particular strapon had knobs on the base of the dildo that rubbed against the wearer. Emily sighed as she began to get turned on. Walking forward, she **** Chichi over backwards, landing on top of the cheerleader's chest. The face sit was a nice basic move. And although she didn't plan it that way, not only was she on top of the cheerleader, but had her head staked to the mat because of the strapon lodged in her throat!

Emily stuck one of Chichi's arms between her calf and thigh so she couldn't do anything, and then began thrusting harder, panting happily as she looked into Chichi's tear stained eyes...