Change strategy

You've tried vinegar, now you try honey.

Ignoring your current animosity, you lay your hands softly on Tiffany's sides. She repays you with another tightening.

"Go down you big oaf!"

Focus, focus.

Instead of smacking her some more, you commence foreplay. The tits in your hands are heavenly, even through the shirt. Schoolgirls face goes from stress of exertion to the O of surprise in a heartbeat. She doesn't resist when you pop 1 button & slip a hand beneath her bra. It's as soft & scrumptious as you thought.

"Oh ho, well now. Mmmm..."

"More fun than bruising each other up, I say."

Her body scissor is still painful but she's no longer ratcheting it up, you figure you can endure it for a while yet. Her nipple rolls in your fingers, over & under.

"You wanna take theses titties home. You're really in love with them."

"These titties are fucking beautiful."

They sure are, but you're multi-talented. The schoolgirl skirt flips up & you dampen her panties with your touch. The scissors weaken as her hips grind into your abs.

It's working, keep it up.

You hone in on her honeypot. Even through the fabric her clit is touchable. 1 flick & Tiff sighs deep in pleasure. Head back, chest heaving, crowd members rising, your member rising. Your vision is focused entirely on her pulsating little body.

"Right there! Right there! Yes yes yes yes!"

"Cum for me baby, squirt for me right now!"

"Nope."

In 1 moment she stops completely. No grinding, no moaning, no nothing. The stark change stuns you still. In that moment, Schoolgirl strikes a series of well rehearsed moves. Hopping on to her feet, she uses her incredible vertical leap to apply a front head scissor as you stand! You stumble over to the ropes & she hangs you on the top by the neck. She hangs off your neck, upside down on the outside.

The announcer mimics your confusion. "Hey, I thought we were commencing with bedroom procedures, what the hell!?"

You're senseless. Pussy is all you see, hear, taste, smell & feel. The rope cutting into your throat robs all of your air. Alarm bells scream in your mind. You tap out frantically on her leg... butt... belly... whatever!

Light & noise & oxygen come rushing back. You collapse & take in huge rasping breaths for a good while. By the time you get back up, the audience fervour has died down completely. Across the ring, Tiff wears her usual pleasant smile. You can only stare daggers at present.

"What, did you think I really cumming?" her shrug says.

Tiffany wins 1 point for submission.