Step up.

You give a sudden forceful push, bucking Casey off you and onto the bed while still grappling with her, your warm palms locked against tightly against each other.

"So if we were gonna _really _wrestle, what would the stakes be?" You ask, trying to play it cool despite the rising tension. "If I can pin you down, does that mean I get head?

Casey rolls her eyes and flashes a playful smile. "If you can actually pin me down and make me submit, you can keep your account... and I'll suck your dick tonight."

"And if I lose...?

"When you lose," she says while making direct eye contact and biting her lip a little, "You're going to delete your fighter account, then you're going to eat my pussy... every night for a week."

She punctuates the last part with another shove, this time just a little more forceful than playful, causing you to buckle a little and giving her a better position.

Pushing back until you're both evenly matched, you confidently come back, "Make it a month."

Casey laughs, "Ohh, you're gonna regret that in a minute!"

Then she shoves you again, with such **** it makes you realize she's been holding back her full strength this whole time. Climbing on top of you again, she straddles your stomach, her thick thighs pressed against your sides. Your hands are free now, but you know you'll only have seconds to react before she's on sitting on your face again.