Armbar.

She twists my arm, forcing me to bend over. She skillfully throws her legs around my arm, using her momentum to roll us both over onto the mat. She's now hugging my arm to herself, the back of my hand brushing against her sweating tits, and my upper arm caught in her vice-like thighs. She's stretching me to the limits of what can still be called a "friendly" wrestling match.

"Do you give?" she asks.

"No, I'm still going to pay you back for this," I reply.

She shifts a little, but doesn't let up. She gives me a bit of slack, letting my arm slide down her luscious body, then cranks it back up. She starts repeating it, going a little faster each time.

"How...ahh...about...ungh...now?

I realize she's doing this just because my ropy muscles are gliding against her clit. She's trying to make me submit even as she gets off, using my arm as her personal sex toy!

I try to use my free arm to pry her legs off, but her lower body strength is better than my upper body strength.

I can't take this much longer...