[Jerk. She squirms, trying to dislodge him... but not too hard. The sting of his teeth offers her plenty of incentive to stay right where she is. She grips his hair and tugs fiercely.]
Your aim's off.
[She pulls harder on his hair, drawing him toward the place his tongue really belongs.]
action;
Your aim's off.
[She pulls harder on his hair, drawing him toward the place his tongue really belongs.]