Pinned on her back on the bed, she was helpless to resist as the self-titled bandit queen takes advantage of her position to claim her mouth, Yamashita's lips and tongue providing little resistance. There was something disturbingly arousing in the intensity of that kiss, and whilst she would have liked to prevent it, she was unable. Hifuki's grip on her wrists was inexorable, her strength greater than Yamashita's and both the softness of the mattress and the position of her legs made leverage difficult.<br/><br/>Her body arched regardless, muscled calves and thighs pushing against Hifuki's grip, breasts firm under the clothes, tongue fighting against the insistent invasion of her mouth. When she could finally breathe again, she was gasping, the taste of those lips sour and sweet at the same time, soft and hard.<br/><br/>"Don't... " she gasped, "Please..."<br/><br/>Her hands pulled at the grip on her wrists, yanked at them, pushed and fought, but in the end she was simply more exhausted, lying under the weight of the other woman, breathing hard.