Fighting for it, round 2

You are still grinding against my hip, legs wrapped around me, moaning, under me on the chair, managing to pin me while I’m still atop you.

There's nowhere for me to pull your hair back, no purchase on your hips to get free so I instead lever forward, toppling the cushioned chair backward. You grunt and your hands let go at the shock and I'm able to grab your thighs and pull my way down. The shirt remnants work in my favor as they slide up with your shins, letting me slither down to where I can pull your legs far enough apart to free my arms 

I suspect you let me do that because they wrap right back around my head, your heels in my back like spurs as my mouth latches on to your pussy. I am at an awkward painful angle, the seat of the chair bending me over to keep licking you, so the chair goes over again on its side

God you taste good. Musk and smoke and sweat and passion. Your pussy is already soaking and wide open, but my tongue manages to split you even further. I latch on to one of your lips with mine and pull, widening you even more and eliciting a gasp from you.

We roll and roll again as I am clever enough to not let this end with you pinning my head down. Not yet. I'm licking and sucking away and you are holding my head down with your hands and pinning my back with your heels. Once again you've maneuvered me so the only way out is through. I latch onto your clit and suck and flick madly while I drive two fingers into your pussy. You cum again, hard, drenching my face, filling my mouth, and I'm able to pull away in your distraction. 

I get two steps away before you're on your knees, grabbing my belt again and yanking me down. A lamp crashes to the floor, mercifully not shattering, as I flail and hit the couch face first.

You jump up, straddling me, and I feel your hands yank open my belt and pants. I try to move and you free one hand to grab the back of my neck and push it into the couch. I feel your corseted breasts pressing against my back as your other hand pulls down my fly a little, then you stand and yank, the zipper teeth pop and my pants are around my knees. 

Not good, for me at least, and I manage to flip while you are standing and kick out. My jeans come the rest of the way off as you jump back a couple of steps. You are coming in again and I try to flail you back, get a chance to catch my breath, but your arm is inside my guard, slipping up to grab my neck and pull my mouth down to yours. 

It's going to be a long hard night.