Nachi vs Sena

[LunarOcean]

"I don't think you thought this out very well." Nachi said with an unnerving calmness. Even with Sena's thighs clamping around her head, there was a calmness to her voice from one who'd been in this situation may times. The 69 position was many things and the clamping pressure wasn't new to the older woman. Her hands grabbed at Sena's knees with her thumbs directly pushing into the back joints but she was banking on her endurance for now.

After all, Sena was facing her legs.

Like a crocodile's jaws opening and snapping, Nachi's much bigger and more muscular thighs now returned the favour but not without some additional stipulations. Leaning her head to the left, Nachi's teeth lightly bit onto Sena's thigh. Not enough to be considered cheating or dirty play; it was a lover's bite, leading with her lips and lightly pressing her teeth against where her thigh was thickest, squeezing a little and letting her tongue work it over. At the same time, she would tighten her grip on her thighs, her thumbs pressing in painfully into the back of her knees while her flexing thighs would suddenly pull upwards.

Nachi would then flex her belly and arch it upwards, grinding Sena's abs against Nachi's sandpaper-frictious ones as she rubbed her up and down against her own body, humping and arching up, left, and right! Even bigger woman would begin shaking, shuddering, and quivering when Nachi's abs grated against hers. She didn't think Sena's tummy would fare any better.

[TiefBlau]

Sena blinked a bit at Nachi's words, not knowing what to make of them as the girl seemed to be incredibly calm in her reverse headscissor hold. She gulped just slightly before suddenly feeling her grip at her knees like that, her eyes widening at the sensation of her thumbs pressing into the back joints of her knees.

She arched in surprise, a loud gasp coming from her mouth before her head was caught in Nachi's thighs as well. Sena felt totally helpless in that returned scissor hold, her legs steadily loosening more and more from Nachi's little bite and the thumbs digging into the back of her knees like that. She shook her head as much as she could, whining and whimpering out from the experience she was being put into before feeling those thighs suddenly pull upwards like that, earning another little gasp from her.

She whined out loudly as her abs grind against her own, the roughness of her work making it feel like her abs were burning up completely, just little grunts and groans escaping her mouth as she helplessly wriggled around.

[LunarOcean]

Nachi's abs were as frictious as a cheese grater but far more pleasurable to the touch, especially when so tightly scraping and rubbing against Sena's. The effect was instantaneous as a mixture of heat, friction, and intimate pleasure turned Sena's hold into Nachi's advantage, reducing her to a pathetic pile of pent up pleasure trying to hide her increasingly obvious arousal.

Nachi rose up, letting Sena roll off of her but she wouldn't let her escape her grasp. Not when she'd only had a light tasting from Sena's tummy and not from a position of power. Something she decided to remedy soon.

The ponytailed tyrant would slip one arm behind Sena's upper shoulders and the other over the back of both her knees. She would hoist her up sideways, her body horizontally held before her tummy, her upper and lower body used as handles for Nachi's grip. Like this, they looked like a human plus-sign.

However what Nachi did next made Sena look more like a human belt.

Both of Nachi's arms would pull backwards past her sides, forcing Sena's whole body to wrap around her, bending her against her indomitable form. Her hands clenched tight and arms flexed, the poor girl's belly would be forced hard against her tummy; not grinded and rubbed from beneath, but pulled backwards until it was being forcefully crushed into Nachi's awaiting iron-hard belly.

The heavyweight would begin moving her arms up and down, forcing Sena's trapped body to painstakingly scrub up and down over Nachi, now flexing her abdominal muscles. Rough rows of sharply defined muscle arose like rows of rock and jagged stone, scraping, grating, and grinding up every inch of Sena's tummy they touched. Yet Nachi in spite of her bodily tension would move Sena up and down at a brisk, rigid pace. Almost mechanically the girl would go up and down, her abs first scraped vertically before Nachi started pulling Sena left and right, stretching one arm outwards then the other as the poor girl's abs would be given the rubbing of a lifetime!