Caught completely by surprise, Buttercup could only gape in shock as Princess made such a rapid recovery. In seconds the roles were reversed as she found herself pinned by her shapely foe and being, to her utter shock, dry humped! The strange bulge from before, hidden by a pleated skirt and pair of strained panties, now noticeable with each lewd press against her crotch, bringing little more than a wince as she was hit by an unfamiliar warmth. “Get off me you bitch!” she protested, struggling under the iron grip of the redhead, but Princess seemed to be almost driven.<br/><br/>“This isn’t right”, was the only thought to cross the naive powerpuff’s mind as she blushed furiously upon feeling a great pressure lifted from her chest. The cool air soon replaced by the warmth of a wet tongue and gentle lips, causing her nipples, much to her distress, to stiffen plainly in response. With a sharp intake she threw her head back, thrusting her chest forward, “Princess… stop!” Her uncharacteristic request followed by an attempt to squirm away but with each small lick and tender suck she felt weaker as if her strength were being drawn out, turning all efforts to pull her hands free into more of a mock resistance. She searched for her aggression vainly, unused to the sensations being elicited by her tormentor’s delicate ministrations.