As i hoped, i manage to trip you and you fall on your back. As our fingers are still interlaced i go down with you. Our naked breasts slam together, the sound of sweaty flesh hitting sweaty flesh echos around the room. Our flat abs grind together, crotches slip and slide. This is no love fest though no matter how it may look, this is two women using whatever they have to to defeat the opponent. To create doubt in the mind of the other. Is she really as hot and a good a fighter as she thinks or is her body starting to betray her, to get overpowered knowing that Carlos will never look at her with longing ever again.
I manage to pin your arms down to the floor as i lie on top of you, looking deep into your eyes with undisguised hatred..."I'm going to own you, bitch" i hiss as i press my body down against yours with the intention of stopping you from escaping out from under me. It seems though i have no worries on that score, escaping is the last thing you want to do. You bend your knees and bring them up either side of my body, then they wrap around me like a pair of pythons, your ankles lock behind my back and you start to squeeeze. My back arches, a loud groan escapes from between my lips..."Oh you fu@king bitch" i gasp, with each breath i take the pressure on my ribs seems to increase. Noooo, this cannot be, i cannot let this bitch beat me using a tried and tested hold i've used many times myself
I let go of your wrists, bring my hands down onto your thighs. My eyes screw up in pain and i start to pant as my fingers slide over your powerful thighs, searching desperately for your feet to try and break this hold you have me locked into. I feel your thighs pulse, my back arches further, my groans get louder. For a moment my body seems to freeze as wave after wave of pain travels through it. I stop my futile attempt at breaking the scissors and instead go for your face, i drag my nails down from your forehead to your chin. Need to make you give up your hold before you make me black out.
