On a war path!

Tasha giggled as she got the hold in, and started squeezing her for all she was worth. "hmhmhmhm... you aren't getting away this time, honey." She grinned, and tried to reach up and tug at her top with her teeth, trying to get a better shot at her breasts.

Lynne winced when she started getting squeezed for real; this time, Tasha had trapped her well. The pressure on her waist and back was unwielding, and her front pressed suggesntively against Tasha's as she tried to escape. A bit of her cleavage was exposed when Tasha's teeth tugged at her clothes, her two breasts bobbing up and down slightly every time she moved.

"Tsk... your one piece is proving to be a problem..." She commented before starting to squeeze her tighter, wanting to make sure the girl was drained before she considered letting her go.

Lynne bit her lower lip. Tasha's bearhug had proved too effective and tight for her to find an escape, so all she could do was wiggle around fruitlessly. As the energy got drained out of her body, her movements slowly got weaker and weaker. She was also starting to not feel one of her arms, and that could only be a bad sign.

Tasha kept squeezing the girl until she felt her cease to struggle. She then started to lower the girl down gently on her back, and would lay on top of her, pinning her wrists down.

Tasha would take a moment to look over the swimmer's body before chuckling softly through her nose, and leaned down to smooch her neck tenderly.

The pressure in Lynne's back decreased as Tasha put her down, easing her pain slightly, but she had come out of the hold too exhausted to keep fighting back. Her wrists were held down, and no matter how much she tried she couldn't muster enough strength to break the pin. She lay there, looking up at Tasha and panting due to tiredness. A weak shiver ran down her spine as Tasha kissed her neck. "W-what are you going to do...?"

Tasha smiles a little, not answering her verbally, but instead she grabbed the shoulder straps of her one piece, and started to slide them both down her arms, wanting to expose her breasts. From there, she'd move down, and start suckling on her left breast.

"Mmmm..."

Lynne's top slid down her upper body, and her beautiful breasts bobbed out of the cloth. "Ah..." Lynne gasped when Tasha's lips first met her breast. She started squirming, now wanting to get Tasha's mouth away from her sensitive chest. "Stop!", she pleaded. She probably hadn't recovered enough strength to drive Tasha off her, though.

Tasha chuckles as Lynne asks her to stop, and just moves to pin Lynne's arms down while she begins to suck harder on her breasts. "Mm... stop complaining.. you'll learn to love it..." She cooed.

Lynne could not stop Tasha nor her mouth, and soon her nipple became erect. She closed her eyes, not believing how this situation was unfolding. Sure, Tasha's tongue was making her feel incredible, but it didn't chage the fact that all was being done to her against her will. Each suckle drained away from her resistance, and after a minute she started moaning softly. "Please... stop..." she said between breaths.