Of course she does

After giving your penis a half a dozen languid sensuous strokes, she releases your sex. She rolls on top of your sweat covered belly and starts sliding her flesh wetly against your flesh. Somehow, Nia coerces you to grapple with her lightly. Feeling her body, her muscles lure you into a form of participation that leads to moving from one sensually entwined knot to another. Not really understanding the workings of this erotic form of combat, you arch upward allowing Nia to roll beneath you. You kiss her and Nia kisses you back. Her arms reach for a hold out, then her smooth legs gently wrap around you.

You are playfully held captive within the sweat-slippery prison of her unexpectedly strong thighs. She continues to kiss you back.

There is no surprise she has a talented tongue and sweet lips. From They range across your bare sweaty flesh, nibbling and arousing you, challenging you to wrestle. But being totally spent you find yourelf between two worlds, one to rest and the other to go into another round of energetic lovemaking. You fail to factor in Nia's near magical power of recuperative stroking. Soon you have a swollen erection once again.

Nia manages to regain the top position. But it still feels strange. You move in a slow pace, your bodies moving in almost slow-motion as you wrestle together. Her legs grapevine with your own, her hands grip your wrists as she pins your arms to the mattress. Her wrestling is an unusual combination of sex and submission.

It leaves you wrapped together in a straining, sensual clasp of grappling limbs. You are still not clear on how you should progress. Her knowledge of holds and grips, also make sure that your body is confused. You gasp numerous times asking yourself whether it is from pleasure or from pain. But one thing was certain, she is a completely different person now than in the first round of your contest.

She still has you in a grapevine but at the same time slides over you in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding her hips, her flat belly pressed hard against your cock as her body slithers back and forth against you.... you can feel the strain on you legs and at the same time you become aware of her nipples hardening against your chest. One sensation is completely erotic, the other merely painful. It is that combination of pleasure and pain that makes you unsure of how to react.

Nia seems to prefer using her long legs to apply one painful scissor hold after another. You keep finding yourself captured within the steely strength of her thighs, sometimes around your waist, other times around your head. The musky odor of her crotch is deliciously enticing and you cannot help yourself. You send your tongue flicking out to find her clitoris. It is larger than you'd expected, a nubbin of stiff flesh large as a finger bone. Your tongue and her hooded clit wrestle, bringing a muffled moan from her.

Then you untangle and came back together, face to face, your arms grapple tightly around one another's sweaty backs. Your hips buck together in an increasingly rapid rhythm, loins locked. You feel Nia's hands move down to your butt and her fingers grab your ass glutes, pulling you even more tightly against her.