Penelope was shocked awake, mouth open to release the gust of breath, her eyes opening wide in surprise. I relaxed my grip enough that Penelope was able to draw a hoarse breath of air. tube8 Laying forward had taken some of my weight off Penelope’s neck and with my softer grip she was taking ragged, almost whistling breaths, her lips lightening from the blue shade they had reached. I stepped back, leaning forwards for the wall support until my feet were at her waist, then pushed back with my arms and dropped to my knees. It took well under a minute for Penelope to run out of Oxygen, her hands loosening the grip on my wrists and her struggles under me less strong, becoming more of a heaving effort to breathe than trying to get out from under me. Penelope heaved, arching up under my weight before slumping, her muscles quivering against me. The arousal was
