The pull on<strong>Felina</strong>'s hair forced to arch her back even farther, thrusting her breasts at the sky and forcing her to look backwards. She moaned, in a mix of pain and pleasure, unable to move. Her breasts seemed on the verge of exploding out of her cleavage and each new slap seemed to bring that event closer to happening as more and more flesh showed out of the leather cups. Each slap, each yank on her scalp sent new waves of pleasure through her vagina, and she could feel that she was losing control fast.<br/><br/>The new position prevented her from reaching Red's nipples. Still, she could not leave Red win that erotic fight and go bragging for days and nights about it. But her position was precarious and did not leave her much options. Letting go off the nipples, she dragged her fingers down her lover's ribcage. She was careful not to use her nails as she had them reinforced with special nail-polish and sharpened like knives. As they were not too long, she could easily use her finger pads on the red-haired girl trembling skin.<br/><br/>They traced 10 long rivulets that snaked down the girl's belly, converging towards her sixth continent. Finding the hem of her short shorts, they squeezed themselves inside it and continued their journey down to the South Pole.<br/><br/>Completely oblivious to anything that was beyond her bike, Felina failed to see the smoke that was beginning to curl out of the motel room's climatisation vents.