No surrender!

"N-no... I'm... not quitting yet!" you growl defiantly, pushing against Andrea's legs with all the strength you have in a vain attempt to escape.

"Good! Glad to see my daughter isn't dating a total bitch. Just someone who fights like one," your tormenter smirks at your weak efforts. She opens her thighs just slightly before shoving you on your back with her foot. "Just for that, you can have a quick rest. Enjoy it while you can..."

You put your head down on the floor, trying desperately to figure out how to turn this whole thing around. You had seen earlier that Andrea was strong, but you had no idea just how strong until now! And she seemed to take some sadistic pleasure in dominating you, a stark contrast to the kind, bubbly mother you met when Stacy had first introduced you. Even now she was circling you like a hungry predator that was just toying with her food.

"You know, I had no idea I would be able to **** you out like that," Andrea says thoughtfully, as if reading your mind. "And even if I had, I never would have thought that I would enjoy it so much. Guess there's just something intoxicating about showing off just how powerful you are. I mean, you're no Hulk Hogan, but you've got a decent build. I was sure a young guy like you would be able to fight me off. But honestly, it was unbelievably easy to make you nod off."

"You got lucky! I thought we were just fooling around," you glare defiantly, getting to all fours.

The milf scoffs, making her giant chest wobble. "You keep saying that, and yet you're the one down there on your knees. If you really want to prove that you're stronger than your girlfriend's mommy, then here is your last chance Stud. Because it looks like break time is over..."

Andrea pounces at you, so you do the same. You both lock arms, struggling for dominance as you push against each other. For a few brief moments it looks like you might be getting the upper hand. But as soon as it does the latina releases her grip with one arm and ducks under the one you still have locked, twisting it behind your back with shocking speed. In one fluid motion Andrea hooks your leg while she pushes you forward, slamming your face to the floor. You yelp in pain, but she is not done.

Andrea's thick bottom crashes like a meteor against your back. A miserable wheeze is **** from your lungs, and you are helpless as the sexy mama hooks your arms on each of her legs. Her arms wrap around your face and you realize what is coming an instant before it is too late. She pulls back on your hapless head and your entire upper body screams in agony. The camel clutch is locked in.

You want to cry you're in so much pain! You try to wiggle free, but the smoking hot Amazon has you completely trapped. All you can do is flail your legs about in a pathetic display and groan as the strain on your body gets worse and worse.

"Wow! I should have started wrestling years ago" Andrea muses as she casually continues to tear you apart. "I used to love watching it when I was younger. And clearly I'm a lot stronger than I have been giving myself credit for. Now that I think about it, I always thought the guys at the gym were staring at me because of my looks. But it also could have been cuz I was lifting all the same weights..."

The worst part was that even though you were in so much pain, you were still undeniably turned on. Andrea's soft, heavy breasts were weighed against the back of your head, and you could feel her crotch grinding into your back. The only thing your hands could touch were the astounding muscles of her incredible legs, and you knew that Andrea's juicy ass sat atop you like a throne. And worst of all, the only thing you're flailing was accomplishing was making you hump the floor like a dog in heat. You **** yourself to hold still and take the pain, if only to keep from blowing a load in your pants.

After several more minutes of your ****, the curvy domina finally releases you. Your face crashes to the floor with a thud and she giggles at the whimpers of pain coming from your prone body. Andrea flips you onto your back with her foot and stands over you with one leg on each side of your head. From here you can see a wet stain on her tiny gray shorts. She must have gotten so turned on by beating you up. Now she is smiling down at you, her eyes gleaming with cruel intent.

"Alright loser," Andrea purred, placing her hands on her lovely hips. "It's pretty obvious who is the stronger one here. And now I'm going to end this pathetic excuse for a fight. Any last requests...?"