Josh Craven vs Black Rose

Josh grunted as her other hand wrapped around his and started bending back his finger. That was an old trick - schoolyward bullying tactic from back in Yorkshire - but he was still plenty glad that she was below rather than on top of him, and lacked the leverage to apply it properly. He fought through it, and as her concentration was focused on one side he slipped his arm around one of the legs she kept tucked in under him, and despite the threat of dislocating one of his fingers he stretched the ankle taut, falling back with it caught under his arms in a simple, but effective leglock.

She grunts in response as he yanks back. She's not willing to actually dislocate his finger, she takes the only other action she can in such a amall period, and legs go, letting him yank her leg out and pin it to the ground. He may be stronger than her, but he wasn't strong enough that he could beat her legs with his arms. Time for a contest of strength. Her other heel tucks under his chin, ramming it up roughly, making him either fall back, or let go of her other leg to stop her, probably letting her kick free.

It was to be said to her credit that her feet, at least, weren't that sweaty. Josh knew this because suddenly he found himself with the sole of her foot pressed into his face, the heel grinding uncomfortably against the skin of his cheek. He grunted with annoyance, and though he did his best to keep her toes out of his eyes it seemed she had an uncanny knack for dragging her toenails across his skin.

Doing anything more to get it away would result in his hold loosening, and he wasn't prepared to give up the only real advantage he'd had over her so far just yet. Ignoring the distraction as best he could, he pressed his arm closer to his body, tucking her trapped leg nearer to him as he gave it another stretch, doing his best to dissuade her from any further struggling.

She grunts in pain, throwing her body up with a whip of her back, trying to knock him backwards and allow her to gain the top position.

Preoccupied as he was with trying to keep her girl nails out of his eyes, Josh didn't see her quick snap until it was too late. Startled by the sudden movement, he turned his attention downward and was greeted, promptly, by a small toe right in his eye. Grunting in sudden pain, his grip on her foot loosened nonetheless.

Suddenly he found himself on the bottom of their little scuffle, and as he put his arms up to brace himself they fumbled across her slender abdomen for purchase. In hindsight, it's difficult to say whether it was intentional, on some subconscious level, or purely on accident that he got a hold of the wraps which covered her chest. Tugging down and toward him, the fabric ripped and fell away, baring the female wrestler's chest. Josh was still keeping one eye squeezed shut after the unintentional poke, but from his point of view one eye was suddenly quite good enough.

"Ah" She gasps, slamming his hands back and planting her knees on his wrists. She quickly turns red, flushing first on her face, then down her chest. Her shapely, newly freed breasts bob as she pants, tighter, and much smaller than the majority of the wrestlers here, but Bs can be fun, especially ones as firm as hers, and with such beautiful looking nipples. She leans foreward, hands on his shoulders, doing her best to pin him and make sure he cannot push himself up, inadvertantly dangling distractions over his face.

And distracting they were. No matter how professional a male wrestler might try to be about his craft, tits are tits.

Josh suddenly found himself staring right up into a pair of perky breasts, and he reacted just as you might think he would. Arms straining against the weight of her body, his neck craned upward to press his face against the girl's chest. It wasn't entirely instinctive - her embarassment at her situation was growing increasingly obvious, and as he managed to get close his tongue flicked out, dragging once across a small nipple and leaving a thin trail of saliva over her pale skin.

She turns instantly red, embarassment and rage evident. But the ref starts counting "One..." and if she moves her hands or chest, he could likely escape within three seconds. They are at the mercy of his tongue for now.

She was actually pretty cute when she was blushing.

Not one to neglect an opportunity when it presented itself, Josh pressed himself just a little closer, wriggling underneath her as his lips caught one of her nipples inbetween in a soft kiss. Playing the part of the lover, his tongue traced a single circle around the small nub of sensitive flesh, his eyes flickering upward to meet hers in a challenging glance.

She gasps, glaring down at him as he suckles on her. "Two..." on the count, he takes advantage her momentary distraction to shove his shoulder up. Quickly focussing, she slams it down. "Oooonnnne...." The referee's voice mocks her, another three seconds in his mouth...