Her hand pulls my face close to the thin, red material of her thong. She pulls me so hard that she forces my nose right into her crotch. I can smell her musk, feel the damp material against my skin, soaking through the thin material to coat my face with the sensation of stickiness.

"Pull it off, now!" she demands, but does not let go her vice like grip on my head enough to give me any leeway to do anything with my teeth, never mind pull off her thong. Instead, she pulls me even deeper into her soaked crotch, so deep that I feel myself suffocate. Trying to breath but getting nothing but her scent, I try to focus on my goal - her goal - to get her thong off, using my teeth. Reaching blindly with my tongue, I find the edge of the material and manage to get my tongue under it. With a little more effort I find I can pull the material away from her skin and take it into my mouth. Finally, I get a firmer grip with my teeth and begin to pull down.

All this time, I am unable to breath...