Power slam!

We grope around for a grip, each lusting for the other, our bodies stimulated by every touch.

I finally get a hold of her arm and hurl her towards the ropes. It's not enough to really do much, but she playfully keeps running after rebounding from the ropes, mimicking what she's seen on television wrestling. If she wants to role play as a pro wrestler, I'll give her a taste of it.

I lean to one side and catch her head under my arm, and her snatch in my opposite hand. Using some of her own momentum, and helping her along by lifting her by my fingers lodged in her twat, I powerslam her onto the mat. We both land, me on top on her and she on her back, with a resounding slap that sends our sweat flying out in a mist of exertion and sensuality. She goes limp for a moment, stunned, trying to catch her breath from all of the sudden sensations.

Still keeping my fingers knuckle-deep in her snatch, I hook her leg under my other arm while lying on top of her. I give my fingers a good shake, and she spasms in delight, but I've got her pinned firmly to the mat. I begin to count her out.

"One!"

She makes no effort to escape.

"Two!"

With a burst of raw strength, she straightens her legs, throwing me off, and catches my waist between her meaty thighs in a body scissor hold. I groan in pain as she squeezes me like a python.

Now stuck facing behind her, I twist and get a hold of her pigtail, pulling her head towards me. She squeals, but doesn't release me. I reach farther, grip her chin, and start pulling, bending her back. We're now trapped in mutual holds.