Irina’s instincts kicked in.
Locking down her opponent’s extended arm against her own sweat drenched breasts, she twisted her body sideways, forcing the larger woman down onto the ground in a very awkward arm bar hold: With her upper torso trapped between the Russian girl’s long legs, the dark queen’s chin ended up wedged between Irina’s butt cheeks, propped up against the tailbone.
But not willing to give the blonde a single opportunity to press the hold, the dark queen pulled her face down - directly against the pressure inflicted upon her - scraping her chin deeper into Irina’s spread butt cheeks. A feat made slightly easier due to the sweat, water and oily grime, although no less comfortable for either of them.
The Russian mercenary could feel how her prey slipped away, inch by inch, until she could feel the dark queen’s mouth resting directly over her pussy lips. It was then that Irina’s eyes widened with terror as she came to realize what going to happen next.
The dark queen opened her mouth wide. Teeth at the ready.
(To be continued.)