into her trap

You grin smugly at the trapped little acrobat. "Brace yourself," you warn her. "You won't last five seconds if you don't."

You lean in over her bent legs, licking and kissing at her snatch so that Karma kicks and wails indignantly at you. You ignore her and press your lips to suck at her pussy, lapping up the juice that starts to spring forth.

Her strong legs lock around your waist, and even in your boston crab they squeeze you tight enough to wrench some of the air from your lungs.

"Cocky British bimbo," Karma snarls, twisting her body and whipping you off of her and smacking your head on the mat. She swings around to mount your back, grabbing your hair and pulling to send a painful shock through her head, forcing a quick cry from your lips. "Gonna make you pay for that tough girl crap," she purrs.