Taste your prey

Deciding to have some fun with your toy before finishing the match, you begin kissing and nibbling at her round thighs whilst alternating between groping and smacking her shapely ass. She provides no resistance, and offers only quiet moans with each smack, "Ooh... Ooh... Ooh..." her eyes fluttering open and closed.

Working your way up to the tops of her thighs you eye her tight little slit, {if k_stripped=0}and the skimpiest, sluttiest, little bit of lace pretending to cover it{else}fully exposed, puffy and glistening in her masochistic shame{endif}. You roll my wife onto her back, and pull her legs apart with your arms, and renew your **** on her inner thighs, with small kisses and flicks of the tongue broken up with aggressive nibbles, each of which elicits another erotic groan from your prey.

Once you have covered every inch of her silky smooth thighs, you go for the main target between her legs. Unfortunately for you, you had been so focused on enjoying your treat that you didn't notice she had regained her senses. As soon as your face is close enough to smell her warm slit, her powerful thighs clamp down around you neck.

Her ankles cross behind your head and you instantly feel the immense power of her thighs crushing your head and completely **** you. Kelsey stares down at you with raging fire in her eyes, and she plans to punish you for every kiss you placed on her sexy body.

She snarls at you "Game over fuckboy, my husband has never escaped these legs once locked in." She squeezed down harder, and stars burst into your vision. "You really thought you were going to claim my pussy? Ha! This is as close as you'll ever get". Having trapped you in this hold has seemingly restored much of her strength, and her confidence returns in full, her cocky attitude present again, though fueled with anger this time. As your vision starts to fade, you finally feel the release of pressure around you neck, and can barely make out Kelsey taking up a stance over you.

You lie on your back, trying to regain focus, completely exhausted. Kelsey has hit her second wind, and her eyes burn with confidence and lust for victory as she prepares her finishing move. You are too spent to effectively defend yourself, and your package stands at full mast, straining against the tight spandex material struggling to hold it in.