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Paulinka let out a loud, boisterous laugh, the sound vibrating through her chest and directly against Mark’s face. She didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by her clumsy fall; in fact, she looked like she had planned the whole thing just to get a reaction out of him.

"Ooooh, look at you! So red! Like a little tomato, kurwa!" She teased, her voice dripping with a cocky, playful arrogance. She leaned back slightly on her elbows, which only served to push her massive breasts up even more, practically framing Mark's head in a soft, warm canyon of cleavage.

Hehe, look at him. So helpless. Just a little man, sitting there like a lost puppy. It's almost too easy to mess with him.

She reached down, her large, calloused hand the hand of a boxer grabbing Mark by the chin to **** him to look up at her. Her brown eyes were sparkling with mischief, a predatory but silly glint in them.

"What is the matter, Mark? You like being down there, hm? Under a real woman?" She smirked, her Polish accent thick and heavy. She leaned in closer, her face just inches from his, her breath smelling faintly of the energy drink she'd had earlier.

"You know, you're lucky you're even allowed to be this close to me. Most guys, they're just... puste... empty. Useless. But you? You're a funny little toy. Maybe if you're good, I let you stay there for a bit longer. Or maybe..." She paused, a wicked, dim witted grin spreading across her face as she thought of something even more humiliating. "...maybe I just use you like a footstool! Yeah! A little man stool!"

She let out another loud cackle, her chest heaving with the movement, making sure Mark felt every bit of her soft, muscular weight pressing down on him.