I give her a taste of her own medicine, and then some.

I stop trying to pry her arm from around my head, and turn my attention towards a more sensitive target. I slip my hand between her legs, and begin some stroking of my own. She moans in delight, and I feel her knees buckle a tiny bit.

She may be strong, but she's not without weaknesses, and I know them all.

She keeps up the hold, though. In a surge of action, I throw my arm around her waist, clutch her pussy, and lift her for a backdrop onto the mat.

It's a soft, bouncy mat, but the impact is enough to jar her, and she's definitely weakened from the crotch-grabbing. It allows me to finally break free.

She rolls on her side, holding her clit. Maybe it's time to take the fight to her.