Anna escapes.

Billy continued to squeeze Anna in the bear hug. She wasn't quite out yet, but her struggles were getting weaker and weaker.

Problem was, Billy's arms were getting a little tired. He decided to speed up the process so that she'd go out before he ran out of strength.

Billy tightened his grip and leaned back, lifting Anna off the floor. Her head flew back to rest on his shoulder, and he got a great look at her cleavage, still barely contained by her tank top.

"NggggHHHH!" Anna moaned, in pain and frustration. Billy figured this would be it for her, and Anna must have realized the same, because her body suddenly started thrashing in a last-ditch frenzy to get free.

Anna swung her legs awkwardly, using her heels to kick Billy in the shins. They weren't hard kicks, but they still hurt, and Billy started to shuffle his feet around to try to avoid them.

He felt like a bouncer trying to deal with an unruly drunk girl. Anna couldn't breathe enough to make any noise, but her clumsy kicking definitely seemed like something a drunk chick would do. And she was surprisingly slow to go down.

Unfortunately for Billy, she eventually got lucky and managed to connect with her heel on his kneecap, hurting him and knocking him off balance. Billy and Anna went down in a slow-motion tangle, both of them very keen not to make any noise that might wake Heather up, yet both also trying to improve their position.

As Billy fell to his knees, he grabbed Anna around the waist from behind and shoved forward, trying to get into the dominant position he'd had before Anna stood up.

He did end up partially on top of her, but lower down: he was hugging her bare thighs, squeezing them together, and his face was right at the level of her lower back. Anna was face down, struggling to catch her breath and escape Billy's grasp.

It only took a few seconds before Anna started bucking, and again Billy was surprised at how strong and persistent she was. He tried to stay on top of her legs, his face pressing just above her tailbone. He could feel her ass jiggle against his chin and chest as she struggled to get her feet under her.

Billy was trying to think of a plan when suddenly Anna DID manage to get her feet under her somewhat, and she jerked her knees up, twisting to the side, causing her hip to bang against Billy's head and send it flying into the wooden foot of the bed. A fraction of a second later, Anna's body kept twisting and her butt collided with Billy's face, pushing it and pressing it back against the foot of the bed.

"MMMFFF!" Billy cried out angrily as he got a faceful of Anna's panties. Sensing an advantage, Anna pressed her butt into his face harder. Billy turned his head side to side, but his awkward position on the floor made it impossible to move much.

Now Anna was the one catching her breath, and Billy couldn't breathe. He let go of his hug around her upper thighs, and Anna immediately snatched one of his hands. The other one went right to her ass cheek to try to get it away from his face. He pressed his hand up against her butt and pushed hard. Luckily, she wasn't really on top of him, more to the side, so he was able to push her lithe body across the carpet and gasp in a much needed breath.

He lunged forward to tackle Anna a little higher up, but she was already crawling away from him and twisting around, and by the time he got to her they collided, both on their knees, face to face, hands grabbing at each other.

Anna caught one of Billy's wrists and then the other. He wrenched them away and tried to grab her own wrists. She saw it coming and instead they ended up with their fingers laced together like it was a game of mercy.

Which is exactly what it became as Anna and Billy pressed hard against each other. Anna was thrilled. She'd been helplessly pinned beneath him for minutes, then crushed in his muscular bear hug. But she'd escaped! And she'd manage to equalize their position.

Better yet, her analytical mind had thought of a plan. Part of her wanted to hit Billy and see if she could knock him out again. But so far he hadn't hit her, and she figured it was because their hands were bare. She wasn't sure why it mattered, but she didn't want to be the first to throw a punch.

But there were other ways to knock someone out. He'd just done it to her with his bear hug. And she wasn't sure, but she suspected that a minute before, when she'd momentarily had him pinned up against the foot of his bed with her ass on his face, she might have been successfully smothering him.

And judging by his red face and the thick outline of his cock in his boxers, she'd been turning him on too. Anna didn't consider herself to be unusually pretty. She wasn't an eyecatcher like Sophie, that was for sure. Yet she couldn't help but notice Billy was pretty much entranced by pretty much any skin she chose to flash at him, from her legs and butt to her admittedly pretty great cleavage. And he had a way of freezing up when she pressed her body against him that told her that physical contact alone could be a winning strategy for her.

She decided she would use her body however she could, not just to distract Billy, but to **** and smother him any way she could, until he finally couldn't fight back any longer. Then he'd tell her what she wanted to know. Anna didn't know if she could really beat Billy this way, but she'd already beaten him in boxing somehow, so it didn't seem that crazy.

Ironically, while she was thinking all these thoughts, Billy was gaining the upper hand at their little game of mercy. It didn't surprise her. After all, even if she was smarter and fiercer, he was bigger and stronger and that was really all that mattered here. As she felt him pushing her over onto her back, she spread her legs so that she could at least wrap them around him.

They fell over together, Anna on the bottom on her back and Billy on top of her, somewhat awkwardly trapped between her legs, basically in the missionary position. Billy blushed red as he felt his cock pressed right up against Anna's crotch.

He didn't have long to think about it. She quickly let go her legs, arched her back and bridged, knocking Billy off her. He fell to the side and Anna quickly rolled on top of him, reversing their positions.

Except she had mounted him and was straddling him. His legs were pretty much useless here, as he already knew. Billy strained hard and managed to toss her off him...he sensed that it took more effort than what she'd just done to him.

For several minutes, they rolled back and forth on the carpet in silence, trading the advantage back and forth. But a trend was emerging. At first, Billy spent most of the time on top, using his strength, size and weight to crush Anna into the carpet. Only rarely did she gain the advantage, and not for very long.

Billy had two problems though. First, he didn't really know how to wrestle, and therefore he didn't know how to actually make Anna submit, and he didn't have good techniques to control her flexible body. He tried a few familiar moves, like the full nelson, but Anna always seemed to be able to squirm free.

The second problem, although Billy didn't recognize it for what it was, was that Anna had put her plan in motion. As they rolled over and over, she was trying her best to make it harder for him to breathe. Sometimes it was by squeezing his ribs with her legs, sometimes it was by wrapping an arm around his throat. Sometimes it was by smothering his mouth and nose with her hand.

The effect was that Billy was tiring faster than Anna was, and he was finding it harder and harder to resist her moves. She had a decent instinct for wrestling, better than Billy's, and because her opponent outweighed her she was thinking of creative solutions on how to deal with him, while he was relying mainly on his strength.

At the moment, Billy was on top, but his advantage ended there. Anna had her thighs wrapped tightly around Billy's stomach and was tightening them in pulses, trying to drive the air out of his lungs without tiring herself. She also had her arms around the back of his head, pressing his face snugly up against her chest. She could feel his muffled breathing and groaning against her breasts and it was majorly turning her on. Through her bare thighs, she could feel his ab muscles quivering as they tried to resist her.

Billy was now realizing just how much trouble he was in. Initially he hadn't minded Anna crushing his face up against her nice tits, but the pleasure had faded along with his ability to breathe. Now he was lightheaded, his abs exhausted from her leg squeeze. He couldn't believe her soft, feminine, seemingly unathletic body was punishing him this way...she almost had him at her mercy. He couldn't stand up or even get to his knees with her clinging to him the way she was. Instead, he brought his hands up under her arms, squeezing them in the tiny gap between her biceps, her boobs, and his own face. Pushing as hard as he could, he managed to break the grip of her arms around his head. She flopped backward, and he sat up on his knees. He was gasping for air, and Anna was grinning up at him. She tensed her thighs around his ribs and Billy winced, making her giggle a little.

Angrily, Billy put his arms underneath the backs of her knees and **** them upward. It had the effect he wanted...sort of. Her legs loosened from around his ribs, and he went to toss her legs up and off of him entirely, off to the side where he wouldn't have to worry about them.

But instead, with catlike reflexes, Anna instinctively snapped her thighs shut around Billy's head. Billy panicked and tried to back up, but Anna leaned up, reaching for his head. As she did, Billy noticed a hint of ab muscles revealed by her riding-up tank top. He'd never noticed that she had visible abs before...maybe because he'd never had his face this close to her belly. He was entranced by that belly so much that he didn't fight her as she wrapped her hands around the back of his head. He regretted it instantly though, because she pulled hard while shifting her hips towards him, sliding his head up between her thighs until his face met her panties, his lips and nose pressed right up against her pussy. He was shocked at how warm and wet she felt against him like that.

But more importantly, her thighs were tightly gripping his head and he couldn't breathe through her panties. He had his hands on her thighs, but he was just about too weak to break free. Anna shifted her weight, ragdolling him to side and knocking him off his knees. As they struggled, they settled into a position where Billy was on his stomach, his head still trapped in her leg scissor. Anna was on her back, propped on her elbows so she could observe Billy.

Billy looked up and met Anna's eyes. She was looking at him curiously. When she saw him trying hard to escape and failing, she giggled.

"I didn't know this was a move, haha!" she laughed at him, shifting her hips back and forth to keep him off-balance.

Billy could only give a frustrated grunt in response. He redoubled his efforts to squeeze his head out of her grip somehow, moving his head up and down. Anna tightened her grip, making him moan pathetically.

"Is that all?" Anna asked condescendingly. She seemed relaxed, secure in the knowledge she was about to make him beg for mercy. Billy kept squirming, his mouth and nose against Anna's panties, hoping for some bit of luck before he passed out from lack of air.

Anna gasped as Billy's face rubbed up and down against her already-turned-on pussy. She realized that she might have an orgasm from it...but her grip was a little too tight to permit the friction she wanted. Suddenly making him submit and confess was on the back burner.

Billy noticed it--a slight decrease in the pressure of Anna's thighs. Instantly, he put his hands against her butt and pushed hard, allowing him to slide out from between her legs. This time, he WAS able to dump her legs off to the side. Anna was quick, though, and she rolled away before he was able to pounce on her.

In a moment, they were back on their knees facing each other. Billy was hunched and breathing hard, sweaty and red. Anna was blushing and breathing hard, but not for the same reasons. Billy was surprised to find himself face-to-face with Anna, despite being taller. Her superior posture, stamina, and confidence were evening the odds in every way.

"That was almost it for you, wasn't it?" Anna said, smiling.

"No..." Billy answered. He meant it to come off intimidating, but his shortness of breath and his lack of confidence made it sound whiny and a little pathetic.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what I want to know," Anna reminded him.

Billy looked at her. She looked even fiercer than she had at the beginning of their tussle. He knew this was his last opportunity to try and subdue her.