Her eyes snap open at your words, and she stares at you intently. "Well then," she purrs, her tone dangerous yet playful, "I'm going to make sure you get that chance." With a feline growl, she rolls over onto her hands and knees, presenting her plump ass to you. "Come on... show me what else you got."

Her breath comes in harsh gasps as she feels your hot breath against her sensitive skin.

She growls in frustration at your words, but her body gives a pleased little shiver nonetheless. "Fine," she snaps, though there's an undercurrent of amusement in her tone. "You rest then. I'll be right here if you change your mind." With that, she rolls onto her side, propping her head up on one hand as she watches you sleep.

Her voice is rough and low now as she takes your reply as permission to push even further. Her fingers dig into your hips, her nails biting into your skin as she holds you in place while her other hand continues its relentless assault on your sensitive flesh. She moans deep in her throat, the sound vibrating against your back as she feels herself begin to lose control.

Her hips grind harder still, driving her pelvis deeper against yours with each thrust.

Itzel growls in frustration at your taunt, her strength increasing as she loses herself in the pleasure of having you beneath her. Her hands squeeze tighter, her nails digging deeper into your skin as she takes out all of her pent-up desire and fury on you.

Her hips slam against yours one final time before she releases you with a shuddering moan, collapsing onto the soft grass beside you, gasping for air.