Emily vs Anne Match 1: Rivals In The Making

Emily couldn't help feeling a little triumphant as she managed to get on top of Anne, only to end up yelping as the blonde proceeded to start slapping her ass, seemingly in a desperation move.

"Hey! I already figured you wanted my ass, but there's better ways to ask!" Emily said, trying to grab at one of Anne's arms. If she could manage that, the redhead would try bringing that arm out before using it to turn Anne on her side and attempt to lock in an impromptu side-armbar.

Anne was rather enjoying the drum solo she was beating out on Emily's ass, but apparently everyone was a critic. The redhead caught her arm, stopping half of her assault cold, and proceeded to twist it into a lock. Recognizing the danger a moment too late all Anne could think to do was try to pull her arm back around with brute force. Surprising nobody, it didn't work. Trapped on her side, free arm beneath her and her other being used as a lever to hold her still Anne was stuck.

Very quickly her jovial attitude gave way to childish frustration as she grunted, squirmed, and kicked ineffectually. "Uhn! Hey! Let go! Urrah!" This was pure, animal panic setting in which did nothing to help her sorry situation.

Emily bit her lip for a moment as they stayed like that, the redhead not entirely sure where to go from here. This last for all of a few seconds, however, as an idea soon came to her. First things first, however, was weakening the arm.

With that in mind, Emily started putting pressure on the impromptu arm-bar, moving her knee to rest on Anne's head so that she could pin the blonde down more effectively.

"Aw, do I have to? You feel so nice to touch, and way you wriggle around in my grasp is just delectable," Emily teased.

After a short while, the redhead would try to turn Anne over onto her front, attempting to transition to the armbar to a hammerlock as she mounted the blonde's back.

Anne's feet kicked uselessly while Emily kept her bound up in her side. With both of her arms out of commission she wasn't sure what she could do. The knee on the side of her head squeezed a sharp cry of discomfort from the girl who groaned through clenched teeth as the hold was worked a little more.

At last rolled on to her belly, her arm pinned to her back, at least gave Anne some options. With the woman sitting on her back she bucked her hips up, pushing her ass into the air with her feet on the mat. "Rrrrah! I'm gonna make you pay for this! Gonna turn you into my little ragdoll! My little hand puppet!"

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