Grab her lapel

If you are going down, she's coming with you! Grace is rotating her waist, but her kimono offers a good grip for your hands. You exploit this opportunity grabbing the collar and the lapel of her white Gi and forcing the girl to follow you on the cold floor, where your opponent, however, ends nonetheless on top. Grace was not surprised by your move and, in fact, takes instantly the situation under her command, lying heavily on your chest and taking hold of your left arm between her tights. Then, she easily seizes your head, establishing a perfect side control of your upper body. "Oh, kesa gatame boy…", she says, charmingly smiling, "I love this judo hold...it's so...intimate...don't you agree?". Not waiting for a reply, she pulls out her tongue, wetting your nose. You try your best to wriggle free but she keeps you stuck on the ground and the truth is that you don't know what to do. "This little girl is beating your sorry ass...isn't it true?", she asks, maliciously. As far as you can see, she's getting a physical pleasure dominating you. "Come on...give up to me, loser!", she demands, slipping her tongue over your sweaty front and ear. What was a fight is becoming a debasing experience that you can't tolerate. Making a last effort, you struggle like a crazy to escape from that humbling spot. The savage movement has almost produced a result, putting at least some distance between your face and that of your tormentor, when suddenly a burst of pain explodes in the elbow of your captured arm. Her legs are now interwoven on your elbow, you see, producing an awful pressure on the joint. There is no other option; you have to tap and admit your disgrace, before that she can strain something. Grace hears the thumping of your hand on the floor and laughs, amused, kissing your mouth intensely. "You weren't' so bad…", she states, relaxing the hold on your arm and changing form of side control.

From her new position, she has easy access to your bare moist upper body. "Oh such a big man, with a powerful chest and huge arms…", she mocks, passing her diabolic tongue and agile hands over your defenceless muscles and skin. Fighting only in your boxers was not a brilliant clue, as your pervert rival knew for sure. "Grace pleeasee..", you beg her, fully aware of what she keeps in store. "Please what? Did you really believe that only a woman can get abused? Oh no my dear..", she remarks, "Even the other way around can happen if a brawny man meets a female that he can't handle…". She sits on and straddles your chest whilst her blue eyes are fixed in yours. Her kimono is a bit undo and therefore when she lays her upper body on your naked frame the silky skin of this deadly female sweeps you away, sending shivers to your back. Your faces are inches apart and, strange to say, you have fear of this cutie more now than ever. At the same time, you have never been so excited in your life. "Say that you are weaker than me...", the girl dictates, not giving you any other possibility but to repeat the statement word by word. "Good…", she continues, "I'm glad that you're aware to be weaker because I'm gonna **** you now. We can't stay together as you can see. You are simply not man enough for me. However, I like your body and so when I'll call you the next time you must come here again. We can fight as much as you want before having sex. If you beat me I will reconsider our relationship….until that day though you are my human sex doll". Maybe you will win one day, but as for today, your body belongs to the small and young female martial artist that you have unwisely challenged.