Taking A Moment To Himself (Open)

Drake would groan as his attempts to buck Sally off of him only helped in avoiding her smother, not the escape. He would feel his mistakes clearly as her rear pressed down on top of his crotch, only assisting her as he would grind into her with each thrust to try to escape. Watching her reach forward to attempt to pin him back down he would try the only other plan he could come up with for escape, hopefully without making it worse. Drake would reach down and slip his arms between her legs, looking as if he was helping her to keep him restrained as she now had his crotch and arms pinning under her body. He would then try to lift her with all of his might while bucking his hips at the same time in a last ditch effort to remove her because she could cause some damage. Drake had to be careful with this gamble though as he tried to launch her past his head, he could end up failing to remove her and making himself her prey, or he could risk not having enough strength to move her body past his face, which would then cause him to be in some real trouble. He had to have enough faith in himself that he could catch her off guard and toss her off of him to make his escape.

Sally grinned down at Drake slipped his hands beneath her crotch, fairly certain the young man was making a tactical mistake. "Y'all so eager to lose that you're trappin' your hands for me?" She teased, giggling, her long and curly hair framing her smiling face perfectly - she was a very pretty girl, after all. However, the grizzly grappler wasn't prepared for Drake to suddenly shift his weight and use all his strength to throw her! Although Brown was quite heavy, Drake was a professional wrestler, and with her awkward perch atop of Drake, she was tossed clean off of him and over his head, doing an impromptu somersault onto her butt, sitting a good ways behind him!

"...OK, that was kinda neat." She admitted, quickly trying to stand up and not leave her back open to any surprise attacks!

Drake wasted no time the moment he realized he finally escaped her, he had to be on the offensive now or end up her plaything if he wasted any time. Drake would push himself up with one arm and turn his body as he lunged, charging after her as she tried to stand, aiming to take her down with a shoulder tackle right into her rear. If Drake succeeded he would probably crash on top of her landing with his chin on the small of her back just above her bum with his chest keeping her down. If she did nothing to stop him he would try to make her nervous and catch her off guard by try to tear at the latex covering her backside to expose her and keep her pinned. He just had to make sure she didn't grab hold of his wrists after this tactic since his chest was currently blocking his vision of her ass and being distracted would not end well.

Sally began to stand, starting to turn around - she had heard all the men in Tension were pushovers, and although Drake had seemed fairly serious in the bar, she didn't really believe he'd put up that much of a fight. Her preconceptions where shattered, however, as Drake suddenly shoulder tackled her cute booty, sending the sexy girl flat on her belly! "Nngack! Oh, shoot!" She cried out, realizing she may have just been put in a compromising position - then squeaked (rather cutely) in shock as Drake cut out the middle man and ripped her latex off. "Oy, hey, you don't - I do the - you didn't rip my outfit, did you!?" She spluttered, trying to stand up, even thought Drake was on top of her - would her brute force be enough to overwhelm his, well, weight?

Drake had succeeded in catching her off guard and making her flustered, this was good, the problem was he also gambled once again putting himself in a compromising position. As she tried to push herself off of the ground to get up she also had placed her hands down on top of his wrists, keeping him pinned with her. As she tried to raise up, her booty would lift him by his chest and create an admittedly odd stretch on Drake as she stretched out his arms from his body between holding his wrists down and her bum pushing against his chest. "H-hey watch what you are doing!" He would try to yell out to her as he winced slightly, it wasn't too painful of a hold and was more hilarious than anything as it kind of distracted him from going further on the attack. This situation they placed themselves in caused Drake to chuckle slightly and lower his guard while distracting him, also fortunately helping him to forget that her bare tush was pushing against his chest as they seemed to have each other trapped.

"What... the..." Sally stopped realizing that she was pinning Drake - and pressing her rear to his chest at the same time. She stopped for a moment, completely baffled as to just how this happened. "How did... but... where... pffttttt!" It felt like a, well, a silly position to be on - the kind of thing that happened in slapstick, not in the ring! Hearing Drake chuckling allowed Sally to do the same, but her concentration on the match was shot by the silliness of what had just occurred. "OK, OK... I'm going to let go of you, then we'll stand up, walk three paces away from each other, and continue the match like this never happened. Deal?" Sally asked cheerfully, keeping his wrists pinned and rump to his chest.

"I can get out on my own, I don't need your pity." Drake would say with a laugh as he would try to lean himself back as far as he could try to try get her bum out from under his chest to try to loosen her hold on him. This of course would turn into a mistake as Drake would end up blushing the moment he caught sight of her bare backside staring him down. Left speechless for a moment he would politely and shyly look to the floor to avoid staring at her naked ass as his face turned deep crimson, gulping a little as he remembered he was trying to escape her hold on him. Drake would then attempt to yank and tug at his wrists that she was pinning down, attempting to escape the hold without her mercy, also hopefully before she got the wrong ideas.

"It wasn't pity - I wasn't even trying to do this! It ain't even really a hold, more like a silly accident." Sally giggles, shrugging lightly. "But heck, if you want to get out of it yourself..." If she had seen Drake blushing and looking down, she would have teased him for it - he had been the one who disrobed her, after all! But since she didn't, she couldn't. Brown would instead let go of his wrists - only to slide her hands down to try and grab whatever she could, pulling her curvaceous rump backwards and trying to slam it into his head, hoping catching his cute face between both cheeks!

Drake had not realized what she was planning since he was looking down shyly, but he would find out all too soon as she aimed to capitalize on his mistakes and take advantage of the silly but hilarious distraction. He would feel her release his arms as he started to look up on instinct, only to go wide eyed in fear as he watched her full moon eclipse his face as she smacked her bare ass into his head. He would panic and try to fall on to his back to escape, but she had already reached down and grabbed hold of his shirt, only helping to guide her as her bum came following down after his head to sit on him. Drake's face would turn the deepest shade of red possible as his face grew warm and hot from the blushing between his shy nature and the humiliation of her facesitting him as he bare ass pinned him to the mat. He would try his best to remain still and not help her rub it in as the initial shock from hitting the mat caused him to waist a little of his warm air as he exhaled under her. "Mph! mmph mpph mphh!" Drake would try to yell out with muffled screams as he felt his face slowly and embarrassingly sinking between her cheeks. One thing was for sure, for the moment she had him where she wanted him, he would try hard to think and come up with an escape plan before she decided to take this as far as she could with him, already trying to brush her legs off of his lap to keep her from getting a solid balance on him. Drake would also keep his lips sealed tight despite his screams and protests, refusing to let the earlier topic of bum kissing be something that she could literally hold over his head and make him pay for while he still tried to think out his escape.

Sally begin to laugh again - she hadn't planned this at all, it just had fallen into her lap! Or... under her bum, so to speak. She ground down on his cute face, laughing, feeling him struggle beneath her - "This makes sense, you know? You tore my clothes off, and now you're getting my hunky, curvy rump~! This is what you wanted, right~? I bet you're loving being under my booty... even if... nope, still not kissing, huh?" Sally leaned forward and reached for his pants, still seated on his face like a queen on her throne, and grabbed their waist- intent on pulling his shorts down!