Round 4, Delphi v Alton [R19] ;)

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

The commander wasted no time at all in jumping forward where he hovered, inches from Delphi, a little smile on his face, his arms outstretched, daring her to try and go left or right, where his arms awaited her.

She feinted in both directions, but he followed her, sticking to her like glue.

"You're scaring me Alton," she said. "It's like being stalked by a leopard."

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Make your move, Delphi," he challenged her. "I'm ready and waiting sweetheart."

She could see that!

Oh well, she had to try something, she refused to be bullied and cowed by him.

Delphi jumped forward, pushing her head into his ab's, like a battering ram.

He absorbed the force, almost like he welcomed it, and while her neck was bent down in front of him, he untied her bikini top in an almost workmanlike manner, pulling it free and throwing it somewhere far, far away, like a champion discus thrower.