Clara owns her

Ann approached Clara slowly, feinting her into a surprising kick in the stomach. It connected, but Clara caught her leg and twisted, spinning her in midair and crashing the goth to the mat. She grabbed the leg again, twisting it painfully so that Ann screamed under the pressure.

“Oh, it’s not all bad,” Clara chimed affectionately as she pressed her hold. Clara leaned in, pressing her knee into her groin and starting to grind it. The wetness built up on the crotch of her panties.

Ann kicked at her, only giving her a hold on her other leg. Clara swung her by the legs overhead, smashing her head into the mat. Ann growled in pain and held her head as Clara moved in behind her.

Clara lifted her by the crotch, a surprising amount of muscle bulging beneath her bulk as she lifted Ann straight over her head, balanced by her cunt and neck. Wriggling only made her rub against Clara’s fingers and worsen her position. Ann wailed and writhed miserably in her powerful grasp as she hovered overhead.