Kjerstin gets free, but makes another mistake...oops.

Luckily for Kjerstin, she remembered to spread lotion across her body to keep her skin soft and supple. Combined with the sweat from her wrestling, it made her hands slick enough to wriggle out of Kalisha’s pin. With enough struggling, she managed to free one of her hands. Kjerstin threw a wild punch at her opponent, and ended up hitting a weak point.

“OWW!! Damn! Little bitch!” Kalisha fell backward onto the mats as she clutched her breasts in pain. “Mmm...guess Cuntstin likes to fight, huh...?”

Before Kalisha could get back up, Kjerstin summoned the strength to sit upright. The blonde let out a tiny giggle at her small victory. Then she moved to pin Kalisha’s hands over her head, just like the ebony woman did to her. “My...name is Kjerstin. And I pin you now,” Kjerstin told Kalisha through tired breaths. Surprisingly, Kalisha offered little resistance and she lay pinned underneath the Swedish girl. Maybe I hit her very good, Kjerstin thought with a smile. Despite her lack of her muscle on her upper arms, she was somehow able to pin the black woman’s hands down with just one of her own. Lester will be very happy!! I beat tough American girl!! That thought made her smile even brighter. “Maybe...I am...good fighter too, yes?”, she said as she smirked at her pinned opponent.

However, Kjerstin’s smile quickly vanished when she realized Kalisha was smiling too.

“Good fighter, my ass. Y’all white bitches are real dumb, you know that?”

Then the poor, untrained Swedish girl realized too late that she hadn’t exactly copied how Kalisha pinned her. Unlike Kalisha, Kjerstin left her opponent’s legs free to move. “Å nej (Oh no)...”

Kalisha let out a simple, ‘yup’ in reply before wrapping her thick, chiseled legs around Kjerstin’s torso. “Girl, you didn’t think you actually had me pinned, did you? You and your skinny-ass, bikini model arms?” Now it was Kalisha’s turn to be confident.

And it was Kjerstin’s turn (again) to be on the receiving end of the pain. She released the pin on her opponent’s hands (it was now clear Kalisha could **** them off anytime) and tried to pry her opponent’s legs off of her. She let out sensual moans and gasps as she felt Kalisha’s legs squeeze tighter and tighter around her body. It was getting harder to breathe by the second. “Mmmnn...owowow...ah! N-No...” This can’t be happening! I was winning! “N-No...please,” she managed to say through ragged breaths.

“Awww, what happened to all that fight you had earlier, Cuntstin? Where’s your smile now?” Kalisha reached out to play around with Kjerstin’s ponytail. She gave the Swedish girl another tight squeeze, and Kjerstin’s resulting squeal only turned Kalisha on more. “Little miss blonde bitch over here! ‘I’m a good fighter’! Yeah, you’re real good at getting your bikini-wearing ass kicked! Cry some more, slut!”

Kjerstin was getting really tired of Kalisha’s rude remarks, but all she couldn’t do much about them at this point. All she could do, between her gasping and moaning, was try to break free. She is right... I am, as Americans say, ‘getting ass kicked’. Need to do something...