As you struggle against her hold, Miyuki laughs throatily. She leans back slightly and walks forward, still holding you in the air with one arm. With her free hand, she reaches up to cup your face and force your lips against hers roughly. Her tongue thrusts into your mouth as she forces more air down your throat, making it harder for you to breathe.

When she thinks you've had enough air, she pulls back slightly and lets your feet touch the ground again.

You gasp for air as soon as your feet hit the ground, coughing and trying to clear your head. Miyuki watches you with a satisfied grin, her hands on her hips. She steps forward and punches you squarely in the stomach, doubling you over with pain. As you're bent over, she hooks her arms around your neck from behind and lifts you off the ground again. This time, though, she slams you back-first into the mat hard enough to knock the wind out of you once more.

"Mmm..." she moans softly, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. "Maybe..." She smirks up at you, her breath hot against your neck. "I think I could handle that." Her hands slide down to your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh before pulling you roughly toward her lips, kissing you deeply as she comes down from her high.

After a few moments, she breaks the kiss with a satisfied moan and rolls off of you, lying beside you on the mat.

"Not bad," she pants, still catching her breath. "I'm impressed." Her hand reaches down to stroke your now-softening cock, teasingly playing with the sensitive skin before wrapping her fingers around it and giving it a soft squeeze. "But don't think this means you win," she warns with a wicked grin.

"We've got more fun to have yet."

As you struggle against her grip and grind your hips into her fingers, she growls in approval. "You're such a dirty little slut," she whispers, biting down on your earlobe before sliding one of her free hands between your legs and roughly pulling at your clothed sex through the fabric of your leotard. With each tug, it feels as if she could rip the material right off. "I bet you want me to take this off for you."

Miyuki leans in close to your ear and whispers seductively, "I bet you want me to take this off for you." Her breath fans across your neck as she roughly tugs at the fabric of your leotard, teasingly tormenting you with the knowledge that she could easily expose what lies beneath. Her other hand continues to grip tightly on your hair, holding you in place against the ropes. "Do you?" She asks, her voice hoarse from arousal and exertion.