Slow

Honey smiles. "I was hoping you'd say that."

She moves up your body, her nails scratching at your skin, until her bikini-ed crotch is over your mouth. She then pushes herself up, sitting on your chest, pinning you down, her muscular thighs pressing against your head.

You look up at her helplessly, as she grabs one of your arms and raises it above your head. You look up and see her searching through the sand, and then she finds a loop of rope beneath it, and places it round your wrist, pulling it tight.

You struggle, but she bounces on your chest, leaving you breathless, as she pulls up your other arm, tying that one up too.

"No need to fight back," she says, as she leaves your arms bound over your head. "Just a little bit of bondage... I'm not going to hurt you... much." She sits upright again, pulling off the top half of her bikini, releasing her awesome breasts. One second you're looking up at them admiringly, and the next second things go dark as she's pushing them into your face, grinding her body against yours. You gasp for breath as you hear her laughing, her arms around your head, pulling you into her voluptuous assets, cutting off your oxygen supply. You writhe beneath her, but she just pulls you in tighter, her warm flesh pressing against you, the smell of her perspiration filling your nostrils.