Timmy does his own... ahem... hold

"Alright, my turn" Timmy grunted, forcing his way free. He'd tackled Petty down, landing on her back with her little breasts squashed on the mat. He hooked her arms behind her, pulling back to stretch them out and pull her body backward.

"Whoa! T-Timmy," Petty stammered.

"It's ok. I saw mommy and daddy wrestle like this one time." She pulled her harder, seeming oblivious (but pleased) with the fact that his hardon pressed up against Petty's ass and pussy.