No, I outweigh her
From Torg Adventure
Just then I remembered that Sarah was only a hundred pounds or so. I grabbed her waist and rolled on the grass. She squealed, wide-eyed, as she hit the ground. I quickly took both her wrists in one hand, holding her arms over her head. I straddled her legs. She squirmed like a wild cat, but having eighty pounds on her kept her in check.
"What are you doing? No!" she yelled. Since she'd taken the top of the suit off of her arms to flaunt her tits at me, it was going to be easy to strip off the rest. I pulled the rest of the suit down till I could see the sparse brown tufts over her pussy. Her eyes flashed at me as she struggled. I shifted up until I was sitting on her stomach, and then I turned back to yank the suit down to her knees. She got one hand free, shoved on me, and tried to knee me, but she didn't have the leverage to budge me. I recaptured her flailing hand and managed to hold them both again in one of mine. I scooted back, pressing her arms into her chest, and got the suit completely off her body.
I sat on her hips, holding both her arms over her head again, as I looked her body up and down. The beads of water on her skin cooled, making her areolas pucker and her nipples swell. She was panting from the effort of the struggle, which made her tits jiggle enticingly. She was sexy as hell.
"Now you've got me all hot and bothered. Isn't this what you wanted? Both of us naked?" I asked. Before she could respond, I leaned down and flicked my tongue on her nipple. Sarah drew a noisy breath in when I sucked most of her tit into my mouth. While I marveled at the feel of her perky breast on my lips, I teased her nipple with my tongue. In a very short time, she moaned, and her body relaxed. I knew I had her where I wanted her.
What now?
