Head Scissors

She manages to get her legs around your neck, and gets her ankles locked together and tightening the ****. You squeal as she tightens it more, with the jumbotron zooming in on Roxy's face giving it a wink, then zooms onto your face which is bright red and even drooling a bit. You grasp at her thighs barely able to breath "Haahh...hahh...."

The hold was very intimate in an odd way, but you knew you had to get out of it, so with all of your might you try and wrench her Legs apart from your neck...