You make your real move at last, rushing at her and throwing a high kick at Brittania. She ducks, though, and catches your ankle on her wrist and shoves you onto your back. She wraps your legs into a figure four leg lock, bending you painfully in the hold. She throws the occasional elbow or punch into your ribs and legs. You claw at the mat for leverage, but can't seem to gain any momentum.
You're weakening fast, and the Brit seems to know it. She uses a free hand to brush aside your loin cloth, your pussy dampening further as you see her smile broadly at her perfect view of your loins. What's worse, you feel her reposition herself to keep your legs bound as she aligns her pussy with yours.
You moaned loudly, almost breaking your character with a passionate cry before you bite down on your lip. Brittania is expertly grinding against you, her strength and superior position working her clit against yours as her bush tickles your bare pussy lips. You purr and groan as your clit rapidly hardens, rubbing hers like they're fencing. And so far, you're certainly losing. |