Kick her legs out from under her.

Suffocating under the racket, you panic as you realize she's got too much leverage for you to pry it off of your neck.

Your legs are still free though, and in your struggle for air, you hook your foot around one of hers, pulling to the side and yanking her off balance. At the same time, you pull hard to the side on the racket with both your hands.

You feel the pressure on your neck disappear as the tennis girls staggers, and your forceful pull knocks the racket out of her hands, sending it skittering across the floor.

You gasp for air and try to get to your feet before the tennis girl can recover her footing, but she's more agile than you anticipated, catching you while you're still trying to stand. With an exclamation of indignant fury, she kicks you in the stomach hard enough to drive the air out of you again.

By a stroke of luck, you manage to catch her foot before she can pull it back, and though you end up falling back to the ground, you manage to bring her with you.

Still sounding furious, the tennis girl falls on you, her body squeezing the air out of you yet again as she lands heavily. Because of the way you pulled her foot towards you during the fall, you've ended up looking right up her short tennis skirt while her chest rests on your torso and her head is near your groin.

The thought of trying to lift or wrestle her while winded like this is less than appealing, and the clearly visible thonged ass inches from your face reminds you that this *is* after all a battle fuck, not just a battle.

Wrapping your arms around the tennis girl's body to pin her against you, you take the initiative to press your face up against her ass from behind, opening your mouth and biting down on the thong strap.

She's apparently almost as winded as you, because when she tries to lift herself off you to resume your frantic brawl, her efforts are far from enough to break your grip.

She can feel your face up against her backside, and panting slightly, you hear her call back in an angry, slightly puzzled voice. "W-what are you doing, boy!"

Too busy to answer, you move the strap of her thong aside with your teeth as best you can, pushing your face in right up against her ass and pussy from behind. You're glad to see that she's already wet; she seems the type to conflate anger and arousal.

Without missing a beat, you extend your tongue to the tight pink pussy in front of you, licking it with all you've got, while your arms hold the bucking tennis girl's groin against your face.

Though she continues to curse angrily at you, her attempts to pull off of your face quickly subside. "Cheating bastard! Boy, I can play this game, too!"

You can tell she's still furious, but rather than physically attacking you, she shifts to match your new strategy. The tennis girl's hands are at your groin in an instant, and you feel your pants being undone and lowered enough to expose your throbbing erection.

You feel a hand roughly grab it and begin stroking, and the tennis girl's breath puffing onto your tip from close up as she rants.

"I'm going to ask Rose for videos of what she does to you after I win! This time tomorrow, you're going to be too sore to sit down and I'm going to be masturbating to the sight of Rose reaming your cheating ass!"

Your only response is to lick her harder, the thought of her masturbating to you oddly titilating, regardless of the specifics. Letting out an involuntary moan, then cursing at you angrily, the tennis girl wraps her lips around your cock and begins to suck angrily, determined not to lose.

Her mouth feels amazing, it's warm and wet, and there's a furious energy to her blowjob technique... on the other hand, the pussy in front of your face is wet and throbbing with need as well. Whichever one of you comes first, it'll be soon.