We wrestle tightly together and you succeed in countering my attempt.
Cleverly and skillfully, you manage to get behind me and attach this painful hold.
I groan in pain, start pulling and tugging on my hand and leg.
After a few tries I manage to get my leg free.
Turn around my arm, which you are still holding, and throw myself at you.
You splash down on your back and I land on you.
Try to grab your hands and pin them on the mat. You defend yourself, but I can still press my thigh against your crotch and rub against your femininity.