She powers out.

In a burst of physical prowess, she loosens my grip on her chin and brings her legs up, with me still caught between them.

This isn't good for my chances, and I instinctively begin crawling on my elbows for the ropes. She cuts me short and makes my upper body melt like butter when she grabs my cock in both hands. She begins caressing it, then cups my balls.

"No...fair," I gasp.

I hear her laugh behind me.

"You're right," she admits. "But that's still a bitch thing to say," she adds slyly.

Nevertheless, she lets me go entirely, shoving me with her foot.

"Let's see how well you do this time, tough guy," she taunts, with an impish twinkle in her eye.

I grunt in response, we both rise, and lock up again.