LWL - Lingerie Wrestling League

23:01 Paris: I'm in the ring in one corner, posing and showing off my wrestling outfit, if it can even be called that, it's really only a yellow lace bra and panties set, with matching yellow thigh highs, for the camera who's only a few feet away from me. He films me starting at my toes and slowly working his way up to my face, where I'm playing with my hair and smiling "Hi! I'm Paris! Your LWL favorite! And today I'm gonna embarrass this girl Kat or Kate or something, it doesn't matter lol She's not important, because we all know you're watching because of me!" And to conclude,I adjust my legs, sticking my right hip out while bending that arm up for a bicep pose, as the last image they see before the camera turns and steps over to you.
23:01 Paris: yt
23:03 Paris: You are not logged in.
23:09 Freckles: The camera turns toward me, and I smile wide, my bubbly personality taking over. It pans up, starting by my feet and showing my fishnet stockings before going higher to reveal my black and green lingerie. Finally the camera pans to my face to show my red, semi-curly hair. "I'm Kate, not Kat, and today's my first match! Paris will learn my name soon enough when I beat her in the middle of the ring and take over her title of LWL star!" I flash my smile again and turn away from the camera to let it see my back, flexing my biceps and looking over my shoulder before the camera switches to a full ring view for the match.
23:09 Freckles: You are not logged in.
23:09 Freckles: yt
23:16 Paris: I'm watching this from the other corner and legit trying not to laugh! lol I REALLY want to, because you sounds ridiculous, but if I do they'll have to film it again and I really don't want to hear any more from you! Finally, after what feels like forever of you talking, really only a few seconds, but I kinda wanna get this over with and you sobbing so I can go out tonight. "Are you finally done?" I say, stepping out along the ropes and walking in a circle, totally not impressed with you. "Green's a nice color on you, probably about the only one a redhead can pull off" and then I make a face, firing the opening taunt to see if that gets into your head.
23:16 Paris: yt
23:22 Freckles: I have the benefit of being able to watch previous matches of yours, and I'm expecting the insults. I step out of my corner and circle opposite you. I make a mock sad face. "Oh no, the star is being mean to me what should I do?" I bring up my fists to my eyes and pretend to cry. "It looks better than what you've got on. You might want to try leaving a little to the imagination. Or are you that desperate for attention?" I try my best not to seem intimidated, but you ARE the star, and I have to tell myself that you're just another girl who needs her ass beat. I decide to attack, and step forward to try to grab a couple handful's of your hair.
23:22 Freckles: yt
23:29 Paris: "You would be about the ONLY person in the world who wants me to have clothes on! lol" I reply, pausing in my tracks to laugh over dramatically. "Listen...WAH!" My words cut off as you just pounce and attack me, reaching in with both hands over my shoulders to grip my shiny jet black hair, and I swear I can feel your jealously through you fingers. "Bitch!" I huff out as I step back into the ropes, leaning back against them, sliding my knee in between us, to try and separate us, I push up on your right wrist with one hand while kinda pie-facing you with the other!
23:29 Paris: yt
23:33 Freckles: I push you via your hair into the ropes where you start to resist. Your knee comes up, your hand grabs my wrist and you put your grubby hand right in my beautiful face to push me back. I hold on to your hair as long as I can, but eventually you push me back enough that I have to let go. "Skank!" I yell, rushing at you again to try to push you against the ropes, hoping to rebound you in the opposite direction.
23:33 Freckles: yt
23:38 Paris: My face is all scrunched up from the effort and really, annoyance that you're pulling my hair back over the top rope, but finally Im able to wedge my leg between us, into you flat tummy and with a shove off your freckles face with my WELL MANICURED hand (tyvm!) I get you off me...for a second. GRRR i growl out when you just march right back, push me back in and fling me off to the otherwise, and the ropes contract like a rubber band to send me right back in your direction!
23:38 Paris: yt
23:42 Freckles: They're grubby. I should know. I can taste whatever you had for lunch from you shoving those disgusting fingers in my face. Anyway, I let you run past me towards the opposite set of ropes. I'm hoping you bounce off them, because if you do I'm ready and waiting for you! I plan to pounce on your body to try and knock you down, then grab another handful of hair and bounce your head off the canvas a few times and see if that will knock some sense into you!
23:42 Freckles: yt
23:49 Paris: I rebound uncontrollably off the far side ropes, running at, and the smack into you! "OOF!" I gasp out and then hit the mat hard with you on top, and before I can even realize it, with like, no interruption, you're straddling me and bouncing my head off the mat, my hair flying 'round, and getting totally dizzy! "ugh ugh ugh ugh!" I am kneeling your ass and drumming my feet into the mat behind you while I try and grab your wrists for some relief!
23:49 Paris: yt
23:54 Freckles: I tackle you to the ground, slamming your head against the mat over and over again, when I feel your knees start to slam into my ass. Every hit jerks me forward a little bit and jiggles my cheeks. I start to wince. One hit isn't too bad, but like 20? That starts to hurt. One knee in particular hits me in my tailbone and I squeal in pain, falling forward off of you and holding my tailbone. "Ow!" I yell as I lie on the ground.
23:54 Freckles: yt
23:58 Paris: "fuck!" I yell like right after you fall over me ans over your exclamation. I'm still on my back and rubbing my head, but more importantly, trying to fix my hair! I blink my eyes, a bit dazed, my head aching and really, not about to do much of anything other thank roll over and to my knees so I'm kinda facing you, and I reach out for your right ankles to pull us together!
23:58 Paris: yt
00:02 Freckles: This slattern hit my tailbone good and proper. I groan on the ground rubbing it to try and make the pain go away. I finally get to the point where it doesn't hurt so much anymore when your hands grab my ankles and pull me right into you. I thrash my legs about, but your grip is strong enough that I can't break it.
00:02 Freckles: yt
00:07 Paris: I slide you towards me while I remain planted on my knees, and then I reach over you, kinda behind but more to your right side, I use my left hand to bend your foot up to your ass and with my right, I grab your thick and admittedly pretty orange-red hair and YANK your head back, almost like I'm trying to see if the ends of it could touch you foot. "Oh there you go! MUCH better!" I hiss down at you "since you like hair pulling so much!"
00:07 Paris: yt
00:10 Freckles: You start to bend my foot back towards my ass, and it's a little painful, but I'm flexible so it's nothing I can't handle. But then you grab my hair and yank it back hard enough so that my hair is nearly tickling my feet! I scream out a string of swear words long enough that even Samuel L Jackson would stand up and go "Damn! Watch your language!" My hands grab for yours trying to get them off of me, and my free leg kicks the mat uncontrollably!
00:10 Freckles: yt
00:15 Paris: "oh you LIKE it!" I squeal out from over your potty mouth, so I loosen up on both just to push and yank back harder! lol I love that it's annoying you, but I doubt I'm gonna win any matches like this, since we do kinda seems pretty even now that we've felt each other up a bit. So, I release, only to hop over your legs and trying to sit on your butt, I reach forward to maybe pull your arms over my knees, and well, you probably know what for, and what's next ;)
00:15 Paris: yt
00:18 Freckles: You loosen up slightly, and I think you're going to let go when you instead turn around and push/pull even harder! I call you every foul name I can think of, and a few I just made up on the spot with help from your "inspiration". Then you release, but quickly climb over my back, sitting on my butt. You pull my arms over your knees. I know what's coming, and I know I don't want it. I thrash under you, trying to buck you off of me before you can lock in the camel clutch!
00:18 Freckles: yt
00:24 Paris: I wobble a bit, and naturally, you're not making this easy, but slowly, one by one, I slip your arms over my knees and then, instead of lacing my fingers under your chin, I just take my right hand and pull your head up and back "omg I'm sick of you talking!" I say, and just lean down and roughly kiss you, trying to suddenly shoving my tongue in your mouth really just to get you to shut up! Hoping you appreciate that I could have done that in a LOT meaner way!
00:24 Paris: yt
16:06 Freckles: I can't get you off of me. But you don't apply the camel clutch fully. At least, not in the way I'm used to it. "What...are...you..." I say as you yank my head back and lean in. "Mmmph!" My eyes get wide and the last word never makes it out. You shut me up, but in the nicest way possible. Your tongue pushes into my mouth wrestling with mine as we kiss, and I'm left VERY distracted from it.
16:06 Freckles: Yt
16:12 Paris: It's kinda something I impulsively did, and seemed like a fun idea, and of course the camera is right there to capture it. I keep going through your huffing for air and wiggling, then finally pull out, giggling while I grip your chin with my right hands and pull back on your pretty hair with my left. "You liked that huh?" I taunt and then lean down to kiss your face, kinda being a lot more obnoxious about it with little pecks "muah ! muah! muah! muah! I'll kiss every freckle off your fucking face, Kat!"
16:12 Paris: yt
16:19 Freckles: You break away, and I can feel my face flush red. Then your hand is under my chin, and you're pulling my head back by my long red hair. I wince, but I stead of really locking the hold in you're giving annoying little pecks all over my face. I rock my body back and forth trying to get you off balance. "It's Kate! And that's not how freckles work!" I scream, getting annoyed I can't get you off me. I try to rock enough that I can slide one of my hands free.
16:20 Freckles: Yt
16:27 Paris: "I don't care! lol" I reply and keep doing it a couple times more until you really start twisting around and fighting it. I can feel you starting to slip free, so I let go and shove your arms off while I stand, then, while standing off to your left side, I reach down and grab your hair with my right hand and start stepping forwards, intent on pulling you along, crawling towards the ropes in front of us! "come on, lets go!"
16:27 Paris: yt
16:43 Freckles: I can feel myself getting loose, and I have such plans for you! I'm going to embarrass you in front of the cameras so everyone knows who's better! But ..then you push my arms free and I lose my balance, and my face hits the mat. Sigh. You've got hold of my no longer perfect hair, and are making me crawl towards the ropes. When I get there I try to strike before you can, shoving my shoulder into your knee and trying to take it out from under you!
16:44 Freckles: Yt
16:49 Paris: "Come on, lets go for a walk!" I say down to you and start using your hair like a leash to pull you along. Maybe you've seen what I have planned next from some of my other matches, or maybe you haven't, but either way, you're not having any of it, and before I cans et you in place, you hop forward and slam your shoulder behind my right knee, causing me to yelp, leggo your hair, and fall back on my ass on the mat with a thump! "ow! cheating bitch!" I shout, even though you're totally not, but that hurt!
16:49 Paris: yt
16:55 Freckles: I use the ropes to help pull myself up, and rub my scalp. Your hair pulling hurt! I look down at you as you call me a cheater. Ignoring you, I smile. "My turn," I say sweetly. I stomp that cute flat belly, then grab your legs and pull, trying to drag you away from the ropes so they can't help you with what I have planned. If I can, I intend to turn you over onto your stomach.
16:55 Freckles: Yt
17:00 Paris: I'm down on my back, flexing and bending my knee, and I catch a glimpse of you rubbing your head. "fuck you!" I shout, pushing at your from a distance when I see you're first to get up. I want to join you, but you come in quickly with a stomp, your foot smacking into my stomach and I lay back and wince, holding it while I try and catch my breath, but suddenly I have more urgent matters, with you reaching down and grabbing my legs, holding them up, and fearing another stomp, I'm more surprised when you spin me around on my butt away from the ropes, putting my arms out to try and prevent you from flipping me!
17:00 Paris: yt
17:07 Freckles: You have this annoying little spirit about you that your fans think is adorable, but I want to crush. I stop trying to flip you for a moment, and give you a wink. I'd blow a kiss if I could, but my hands are busy holding your legs. I stomp down again on your tummy, this time keeping my foot there and twisting my heel in. All the while smiling innocently down at you. Then I pull my foot away and try to flip you over on your stomach again, putting everything I have behind it.
17:07 Freckles: Yt
17:15 Paris: "no no no no!" I shake my head and put my hands up, knowing by the look in your eyes you're gonna stomp me again, cause you're a bitch and all. When your foot comes down, my hands take some of the impact but it really doesn't make much difference, since I'm still recovering from the last one, and it gives you all you need to flip me over anyway, until I'm boobs first on the mat, my arms and hands shuffling around while you lift my hips off of it by my legs! "ah! let GO!"
17:15 Paris: yt
17:20 Freckles: I put a knee on the small of your back and bend your legs back a little. I don't strictly have to do this, but since I'm a bitch and all, I do. Then I shrug my shoulders and say "Okay," dropping your legs. I straddle your back, grabbing your hair with my right hand and pulling your head up and back. My left arm starts to wrap around your head as I try to get you in a dragon sleeper.
17:20 Freckles: Yt
17:28 Paris: "Owwwww!" I howl out when you make everything worse by bending down and putting your fishnet covered knee in my back, making me pound the mat with my right fist from the pain. Then, to my surprise, you so as I say. I breath a sigh of relief while face down, until you set down on me in a straddle and yank my head up by my hair "Ow fuck!" my words cut off by a choking sound when you lean in and wrap your arm under my chin! My eye go wide and I pull down on that arm while furiously kicking the mat behind you!
17:28 Paris: yt
17:36 Freckles: I yank back hard on your neck, making it as painful as I can, enjoying the sounds of your feet kicking the mats behind me. Add that to the sound of your words turning into chokes, and it's music to my ears. I know you can't retort, but I'm going to talk anyway. Because I can, being in such a dominant position and all. "Awwww, does that hurt?" I ask. My hand goes to your breast and grabs it, squeezing hard and twisting, trying to add to your pain. "You can always just tap out," I tease, "before I ruin your frankly insanely good looks."
17:36 Freckles: Yt
17:42 Paris: My top half is bent back in the exact same way you were just bending my bottom half, and all of the pressure is being put on my back now, and worse still, you've added a choke. and worse still still is I make a squeaky sound when you clamp your hand on my boob with is raised up and featured prominently for the camera because of the position you're forcing me in. All I can do is growl really, from your stupid taunts, but before I wear out too much, I try ans use my right arm to push yours down and your hand off my breast and then throw it back to hopefully catch your long hair from over my shoulder!
17:42 Paris: yt
17:59 Freckles: I actually start to laugh at the little squeak you give when my hand gropes your breast. But you're a star for a reason, and even my best submission isn't enough to keep you down. I hear you give a little growl, and before I can think of something witty and totally morale breaking to say, you force my arm off of your boob and snap it back to grab my hair. "Ow!" I yell, as my head is pulled to the side and my sleeper hold weakens. "Let go of me you bitch!"
17:59 Freckles: Yt
18:04 Paris: Literally just throwing my hand back over my shoulder in hopes of grabbing...anything really, I strike gold, or more like bronze, with your hair, grabbing it and pulling down so your head is over my shoulder! I can barely mumble out a "fuck...you!" with my face all scrunched up but finally now I'm able to get some air in! I pull down on your totally dyed hair with my right hand, and push that way with my left, trying to roll use botch, but ideally, you off me!
18:04 Paris: yt
18:09 Freckles: You yank down hard on my TOTALLY NATURAL, NOT AT ALL DYED hair (unlike yours, which looks like it was dunked in shoe polish), getting me off balance. You then start to roll. I fight hard, trying to plant my leg in a better spot and hold on to your neck as long as I can. But eventually, you roll me off of you, and I end up on my back, swearing loudly. "I didn't know you were a steroid queen," I growl at you, rubbing my scalp again, sure this time I've lost some of my perfectly natural hair.
18:09 Freckles: Yt
18:16 Paris: I combine the pulling down on your hair with the pushing up of my body and slowly...and...fucking...finally! roll you off me, all the way onto your back. I end up on my front still, holding my neck and gasping for air. "Shut up!" I push up a little and I'm literally just trying to slide over to your head and drop my boobs on your face with the rest of me on the mat over it, cause that's about all I can do right now, still needing time to recover from two kinda rough holds, and at least maybe this will wear you down some and definitely keep you from talking!
18:16 Paris: yt
18:22 Freckles: I'm rubbing my hair and wincing when all of the sudden this massive shadow covers my face, big enough that I feel I'll never see the sun again. Your ginormous breasts smother me. I have the perfect retort ready. It's devastating. You'll never recover. "Mmoh, phrmmm mmmph, mmmmm phmmmg rmmb mmmmmph!" I say proudly. Hah, take that. Then I put one hand under your chin, the other on your stomach, and try to push you off of me.
18:23 Freckles: Yt
18:39 Paris: Crawling over to you on my elbows, I just plop my tits on your face so you shut up a minute, which of course you don't, but I cant make out what you're saying anyway, so all good. I go to reach for your arms, but I cant catch up to them with all your flailing and you get a grip on my with both, and push up, roll out and kinda toss me off to the side like I did you. Rolling to my back, I sit up and arch it to try and get the knot out and then reach for the ropes to be up before you!
18:39 Paris: yt
19:18 Freckles: Finally I can breathe again, as I'm able to push you and those boobs off of me. You end up rolling to the side, and I lose sight of you. I take a deep breath and roll over too, but as I get to my knees I see you're already standing, having wisely used the ropes to help you up. Well, shit. I scramble to try and get to my feet, already at a disadvantage and not wanting to get caught in too bad of a position.
19:18 Freckles: Yt
19:26 Paris: Why would anyone NOT want my boobs in their face, I haven't a clue, but I'll ask you later. After I win. I'm up but a bit wobbly, still holding my back. but seeing you not quite up yet gives me a boost and I march over to you, reaching down for your hair, with both hands while I stand in front of you, and stepping back, looking to complete what i was trying before and dragging you over to the ropes! "now before I was so rudely interrupted!"
19:26 Paris: yt
19:34 Freckles: Listen. Was I tempted to just lay there and let you put me out with those globes of yours? Yes, yes I was. But unlike those other losers you usually beat, I'm here to win. And with that, you...grab my hair and yank me over to the ropes. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow!" I yell as you rudely and viciously pull my hair again. It's like you're jealous of my natural, flowing, perfectly done red hair or something.
19:34 Freckles: Yt
19:45 Paris: "Oh stop whining, like you did know hair pulling was a big part of this when you joined, crybaby bitch!" i announce from over your whimpering, and on the way to the ropes. Holding you bent over, I carefully step out of the ring and on the apron, between the top and middle tops, then I pull on your hair, wanting to set your neck over the middle one and swing my leg over it to apply a standing head scissors too, and hold you that way, with your ass all in the air! lol
19:45 Paris: yt
19:54 Freckles: "Get your hands off of me you little...OW!" I yell as you yank on my hair. You step to the apron. What the hell is she...OH NO! You put my neck over the middle rope for a headscissors, keeping my in place, choking and retching, ass sticking up and out as I move my legs side to side, trying to get free. But there's no escape for me...not yet. I can tell by the shuffling feet behind me that the camera man is getting a good view of this, and I curse to myself for not ending you when I could have.
19:54 Freckles: yt
20:00 Paris: "wooo woooo!" look at dat booty!" I announce with a laugh after I capture you in one of my favorite moves, squeezing your head together in my thighs, even going up on my toes some to make my legs and butt look hot! I hold the top rope now instead of your hair and twist my hips to really irritate you. Seeing the camera right there, I reach over with my right hand and smack smack smack your ass! Then I grab the back of your panties with both hands and TUG up on them "wanna give?"
20:00 Paris: yt
20:06 Freckles: My face gets a BRIGHT red, though whether that's more from you choking me between those sexy thighs, or embarrassment from getting spanked, I can't say. "Fuck...you..." I choke out, but for the first time I'm actually considering tapping. I can't breathe and I REALLY don't want to suffer the embarrassment of getting put out by you. But...not before I try a couple of things. My range of motion is limited, but I might be able to push you just enough to get you off balance. I grab for your ankles and try holding them in place, while I push forward with my shoulder, aiming for your gut. If that doesn't work I have one more thing I can try...
20:06 Freckles: yt
20:14 Paris: I cant say I really hate jerking that lace up your rear end, and I can tell from your reactions this is bugging the crap out of you...and good! But I have to let go to grab the top rope again as soon as I feel your fingers around my ankles and you pushing into me. "whoa!" I exclaim, almost falling off! My hear skipping there, I twist back and grab your hair with my right hand and reach over the top rope for your undies again with my legs "try it again and you're coming out with me, bitch!" I threaten!
20:14 Paris: yt
20:35 Freckles: Shit! Not enough room. I'm able to push you back a little, but don't have enough to get you off balance. Your defenses are formidable, and I'm starting to realize why you're the star here. Gorgeous AND good. A deadly combination. Right, plan B it is then. I grab the bottom rope for leverage, and move to kick my legs up, but with your hand on my butt I can't! My second, much more intricate plan dies in infancy. Ok...plan C then. Except I don't have one. So I settle for putting my hand on your thighs and shoving as hard as I can. When in doubt, brute force!
20:35 Freckles: yt
20:39 Paris: "get out of here with that! lol" I laugh a little while you try kicking your legs but I just release your panties and shove your butt back down instead of pulling your undies up it! "grrr"! I growl out, mostly in frustration, since you wont stop trying to knock me off! I decide to go with it and hop backwards, outside the ring, but since it was under my control, I land on my feet. Reaching up a little, I give a push on your head to hopefully shove you back completely inside the ring and on your back, giving me time to get back in!
20:39 Paris: yt
20:43 Freckles: Holy shit that...kind of worked? A little? You seem to go down under your own power, which is more than I thought would happen, but not quite the dream scenario. Your little shove gets me out of the ropes and down to my back where I gasp for air, choking and retching. Real attractive for the cameras. Hopefully they're focused on you. I manage to get myself on my hands and knees, but no further as my forehead is plastered to the mat trying to suck in as much air as I can.
20:43 Freckles: yt
20:47 Paris: I growl out again in frustration, which seems to be a theme! As I'm crawling between the ropes I see you getting up to all fours, and that wont do! "Um no? I wanna sit on your face now, cant do that with you like this!" I announce, foreshadowing some. There was a reason why I pushed you back, but you are uncooperative, so with you face down and ass up in front of me, I reach down and I wanna hook under your left arm to roll you over on your back and well, you know what comes next. I told you!
20:47 Paris: yt
20:51 Freckles: I'm so frustrated you won't just...like...give me a second to recover! It's almost like you want to win. Which is annoying. You even tell me your plan ahead of time, but as you go to roll me over I'm still too weak from the lack of air to put up a good resistance. I end up on my back, still gasping, glaring up at you with utmost loathing and embarrassment, plotting my revenge for when I get momentum back.
20:51 Freckles: yt
20:55 Paris: I'm giggling a bit when I turn and flip you over, and once you're in position, I kneel down over your arms. No teasing, no dragging it out, just WHAP! straight up ass in your face! I lean back with my hands on the mat too, not only making sure you get a face full of it and cant breath, but posing myself in a hot way for the camera AND hopefully out of the way of your legs! "Try and swing those legs up and see what happens, bitch!" I yell, letting you know I know that move! and then i reach down and give you a quick punch down into your stomach with a SMACK of my hand!
20:55 Paris: yt
21:01 Freckles: You kneel down on my arms, and without so much a second to ponder things, your ass goes right on my face. I kick my legs up, but you're well out of the way of them. Paris thinks of everything, I grumble to myself. I come up with another wicked comeback, and mumble it into your cheeks. "Mmmph frm fraphhh, mphr phrper." Nailed it. Then you smack my tummy with a hard fist and my legs kick out. I'm pushing up hard with my hands, but of course it's not doing anything. Your full weight is on them. I relax and gather my strength, then plant hard with my right leg, pushing up with my right hand, seeing if I can lift you just enough to slide my hand out from under you.
21:01 Freckles: yt
21:12 Paris: Not messing around, since you've already proven to be more of a challenge that I wanted, I position myself with my butt on your face this way so I could wear your redhead ass down some before counting it as a pin. I guess it's only natural you try and fight it, even after my punch, you are twisting, and nearly knocking me off balance! I stick my hand out, pressing it to the mat to stay straddling you though, then out of necessity I press my hands to your tits to push you back down flat. Totally for convenient leverage and nothing else! "Quit it" I shout and pop you again in the stomach with my right hand, this time, hoping that punch brings your legs up some so I can hook the left one and jack it up and back before counting!
21:12 Paris: yt
21:17 Freckles: "Nngh, can't...quite...ugh!" I fail to get free, and you push down on the girls, for leverage and no other reason, I'm sure. You punch me again, much harder this time, and I exhale with my legs popping up involuntarily. You grab hold of one of them, bringing it back and nearly folding me in half! I buck my foot, but you have my whole leg locked good and tight!
21:17 Freckles: Yt
21:26 Paris: Pausing for a sec with just my hands pressing down on your boobs after I punch you to make sure at least your upper body is still, your legs kick up in protest and I catch the left one with my hand, pulling it back up you body while pushing down on your right boob. Now I feel it's ok to taunt a little and I slowly shake my hips while dragging out a way longer than one seconds "OOOOONNNNEEE!" count, looking back over my shoulder and smiling down at you while you have to look up my back side! lol
21:26 Paris: yt
21:38 Freckles: Crap, not good. I'm trapped, and my kicks seem to be doing nothing. I have no choice but to look up into your big dumb firm tanned sexy ass as you begin to count. Your right hand "pins" my boob too, which, again, I'm sure is strictly related to wrestling purposes. My free leg bicycle kicks, but I can't seem to find the momentum to make a good attempt at a kickout. Shit, shit, shit. And even if I can kick my legs free, can I get a shoulder up? I couldn't budge before...
21:38 Freckles: yt
21:42 Paris: You're pretty twitchy so I press down a little more on your boobs and jiggle it, laughing. My second count, like the first drawn out. I've had you pinned like this for well over like 30 seconds much less three. "TWOOOOOO!" I say, wiggling and resetting myself, adjusting my hips until I feel your nose between my cheeks and your lips on my peach and well...yeah ;) that should shut you up anyway, and I think i got you!
21:42 Paris: yt
21:48 Freckles: With my nose and mouth firmly pressed on and, um, between your cheeks, my face is one again hot with embarrassment. At least nobody can see it, unlike the rest of me. You wiggle again, not taking me seriously anymore, giving another long, drawn out count. You could have ended it a dozen times over by now, but you're seemingly enjoying toying with me. I brace both legs and kick as hard as I can, but even if I get them free there's still the matter of my shoulders. With you on my arms still, I'm not sure I can get either of them up. But I try anyway because, well, I'm stubborn like that.
21:48 Freckles: Yt
21:56 Paris: I think i got this bitch locked down! woo hoo! But that's when you give one last big kick. It jostles me but for the most part, I stay on you. I wiggle my tush slightly to make sure I'm still secure and yup!, so I list a little...very little...enough so you can talk, while keeping your legs bend up and well, not coincidentally, open so the camera can see all of you. "What comes after two, Kate? I ask with a sing-song voice, knowing I got you and better yet, YOU know I got you!
21:56 Paris: yt
22:02 Freckles: I move you a little with my kick, but I'm just not strong enough to really get you off of me. You wiggle your ass again, probably for wrestling reasons, and then shift slightly so that I'm able to breathe. The rest of me is secure, and I think this was a purposeful move, so I'm wondering what you have in mind when...ohhhhhhhhh, I get it now. You want ME to say it. And then, literally half a second after I realize it, you ask. I sigh, trying to think, but I'm folded in half. I'm not going anywhere. I give probably the longest, most pathetic sigh of my life. "Three," I deadpan. I can't believe you got me like this. Good job, you bitch.
22:02 Freckles: yt
22:11 Paris: Literally when the last "e" sound comes out of you I drop everything. And by everything I mean you boob, your legs, and my ass...right back on your face! I am laughing out loud and this time rolling my hips back and forth broadly, enough to maybe shake your head, while I lean back on my hands again. "This is for aaaaall your trash talking baby girl! try talking now!" i taunt and then stop, making an expression like I'm listening for something "what? cant hear you!" I continue before finally standing up and instantly stepping on your left breast to hold you down, prepping my hair and outfit for another extended posing session on some loser girl!
22:11 Paris: yt
22:17 Freckles: You drop my legs and let go of my boob, but your ass goes right over my face again! Punishment, I suppose, for losing. Oh wait, no, for my trash talking. I mumble a whole lot of swears into your cheeks, but I doubt they're understandable by anyone but me. Then you stand up, squishing my tit under your foot, and doing an excruciatingly long pose session for the cameras. I can't do anything but watch, as them's the rules, and I lost. Oh, the things I want to say to you. SO many things. But those will have to wait until later. Right now you're posing. And posing. And...good lord, you're still posing. Is there a time limit on this or something?
22:17 Freckles: yt
22:28 Paris: feeling like Im all set and appropriately pretty again, I start off with a bicep pose, cause that's what they all want, right? I got no gunz but it kinda doesn't matter. With my stepping on you sprawled out on the mat, I just look stronger! I then put my hands on my hips while the camera pans down you you, all wiped out! Once he goes back up to my, I switch it up, raising both arms in the air and smiling big! "I win!" I declare and blow a kiss, then give a little wave while he says "aaand cut!"
22:28 Paris: yt

Published: 2022-12-10, viewed 88 times.