Back up

Patience, patience, she'll come out eventually.

You take a deep breath & step back. The official steps aside & the Schoolgirl lunges forward. She tries for a single-leg takedown, which you don't even try to stop. Your sheer weight advantage stops her dead. Tiff arches back & pulls for her life, but the only thing she draws is a chuckle. She must think it's funny too, she's smiling. Why is she... realisation comes a second too late. While you were amused, she switched her grip to your calf. She pulls back, not up, & drags your legs into a split.

"Haha! Banana split folks! Look, you can see the ice cream balls."

Split out on the mat, thighs burning & balls bent out of shape, you don't see the Schoolgirl stomp down on your kneecap. Sharp pain screams out from the joint & your mouth. A soccer punt to the thigh does the same. You feel the first tinge of an impending cramp. Stuck in this humiliating pose, you can't extricate yourself, even when Tiffany hits the ropes & smacks you with a running ass strike.

How can something soft hit so hard?

Laid out & aching. That gives her enough time to strike a pose of her own.

"Here's how you do it. 3, 2, 1!"

Your foe effortlessly splits sideways & plants her pussy on your face, thrusting her hand up as the official counts the pin.