She changes holds

"Whats wrong Bitch?" Heather asks "Dont you like my tits? It feels like you do." She adds with a laugh, clearly commenting on your hard dick, which is being pressed against your stomach by your opponent.

You reach behind her and grab her thong. You pull it as high as you can in an attempt to ratttle your opponent but your plan only encourages her. "Oh, so you wanna fight dirty huh?" She laughs and releases your head, allowing you to breathe.

Before you can come to your senses Heather sits on your chest, her big bubble butt is right in your face. She starts scratching your midsection, which tickles more than it hurts, but then she starts kneading your balls.

The sharp pain in your groin is blurring your thoughts, and the smell of Heathers ass is making you feel weak.

"Kiss my ass and I'll let you up."