Heads.

Sharmane plops herself right don in your lap.

"Things aren't looking good for you, John. Beat up and knocked down by a girl.", she says, slowly peeling her bikini top off.

"I just love being on top. And I can tell you like it, to.", she says, grinding her crotch into your growing erection.

You instinctively reach out, partly to push her off you, partly to cop a feel of her breasts.

She easily brushes both of your hands away and delivers a solid shot to your chin. Your head jerks back as the audience of women laugh.

"Now, now, if you wanted a closer look, why didn't you just ask?" With that she grabs you by the wrists and presses them to the wall above your head, lifting herself up and pressing her breasts into your face.

In spite of the lack of oxygen, this has your dick harder than ever. Her crotch grinds into yours and you can feel your cock poke out the top of your shorts and just a tad into her pussy through her bikini bottoms.

This elicits a small moan from your opponent.

"Oh wow, I guess I should end this quick before I get carried away." She releases your face and appears distracted and flustered from the unexpected contact with your dick.

Sharmane said this was a sex-fight, maybe you can use it against her.

Or maybe you can get accused of **** with over a dozen witnesses.

She steadies herself with one hand on your shoulder, the other cocked back, ready to knock your ass out.

"Nighty-night, John!", she says, smiling sweetly.