Next thing the Pint Puncher knew, Felicia's leg swung out to the side. She swings it at his head, the boy stopping the attack by wrapping his arm around the leg, trapping it on top of his shoulder. He grins in response, only for that grin to fade upon seeing Felicia retracting her leg, pulling her close to him at high speed. Her groin slams into his face, knocking him down onto the ground. Felicia grins at this.
"Right where you belong, brat. Underneath me," she says before grinding her musky nethers into him. The Pint Puncher squirms underneath her as her musk forces its way into his nostrils. He sputters at feeling her nether lips on his. Felicia considers what to do to him.
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