The appropriate half nelson

Furiously, the slim topless fighter gets her upper body up to escape from you, thus leaving her back unprotected. Of course, this choice was totally wrong, as it gives you the leeway to pass your left arm under her left armpit, isolating at the same time her right arm between your sides. Nastly, you finish the hold sticking your bigger frame onto her female body, and closing your tights around her waist. She is locked in a seated half-nelson; both her arms are hitched back, her neck is bent forward by your left hand and her legs lean uselessly on the floor, hauled wide open by your feet posed before her crotch. Your bodies are strictly entangled, but you have still one arm free. "I'm not really impressed…", you say, getting your right hand over her tits and pinching her nipples. She makes a short squall, trembling impotently. "I thought you better…", you keep saying, moving your fingers from one hard nipple to another, "...where is your judo? What's the problem? Am I too man for you babe?". Your hand walks down, grazing over the thew of her abs, and slipping into her pants. She cries out, unable to do anything as you touch her wet clito. "Put your hands off me...fucking...fagott!", she shouts out angry, while you play with her most intimate parts. "Fagott?", you ask, smiling and putting more pressure on her head, "Grace...Grace...you know better. Please behave. I won the bet. Just give up…", "No, you don't!", she replies, rounding her face to speak, "You just got lucky and this is not a finishing move. So, as soon as I get on the loose, I swear that you will pay for that. I will emasculate you with my own hands". You can't believe your ears. She keeps on her cheeky attitude despite the humbling position that she is caught in. Probably, no man before has ever best her in a fair fight. This is the right time thus to abase her a bit. "Ok wimp!", you say, unbinding your hold, "Do your best! Take me out!".

You wanna teach an unforgettable lesson to this spoiled brat, and the best way to do so is forcing her martial spirit to accept her gender limits. Calmly, you roll away, taking off your underwear and throwing it on her face. She must be aware during the entire duration of your combat through your naked body that she is contending in the wrong division. "Come here, sweetheart…", you invite her with your finger. Grace gets on her knees, eager to wrestle again, but glimpsing at your bulky dick and watching your large shoulders has a moment of hesitation. "I'm waiting…", you prick her, "Where is my punishment? Are you still snivelling?". The girl gets on fire and comes ahead hawkish, looking for blood. Thankfully, expecting her advance, you have all the time to lean on your back, interposing your legs as a shield. Grace isn't inexperienced though and, catching your heel, she is able to pass your guard on one side, attempting then to jump over your chest. At this point, the only friend saving you is the training, luckily focused a lot on grappling. Thanks to your improved reflexes your body reacts in time and when the girl lands on you the only things that she meets are your raised arms and legs ready to pick her up. Effortlessly, you glide in the air for a moment your bewildered aggressor, then springing your hands and feet you flip her upside-down. Grace yelps, toppling over between your arms. The young female fighter is welcomed by your burly body that wraps around her shape; your arms take control of her neck while your legs hug the two sides of her middle section. She senses the threat and gets immediately the mistake, as well as your killer instinct, and sighs in despair. -it's too late though. Ruthlessly, you **** and squeeze Grace at the same time, grinding the flesh and compressing the bones of the girl until she bawls like a child. All your senses are getting a sheer pleasure, included your dick, pleasantly stirred by the twitching of her hip bone.

You just lose a bit the pressure on her throat to let her speak. "This is silly, Grace. Rather than a deadly martial artist, you seem to be a naughty toddler wrestling his older brother…", you tease, kissing her helpless neck. "How....how can you be so good?", she whimpers, shaking like a leaf, "Sorry...sorry Chris I've underestimated you from the beginning…this is my surrender. You are the champ. I mean it". You smile. "Nothing more about emasculation and so forth, ehm?", you ask, tightening your grip on her waist again and painfully squeezing it. She screams, begging you "Noo...no I was silly as you said. I was messing around, sorry Chris, honey, sorry! Let me go...oh fuck...listen! I've never thought you...so…sturdy and skilled, ok?". You smile again, in a growing amusement. Switching your positions, you have a lot of fun transitioning the girl into a new half nelson. Grace is reversed on the floor again, this time on her front, while you keep one of her slender arm painfully up. "Apparently you need to work out better", you say, looming on the smaller figure of the loser fighter, "I could be your wrestling master, what do you think?". "Yes...", she gives up on the spot, huffing under your weight, "Yes Chris, you are superior. I am a puny girl…but let me go...don't injure me please…". "Indeed, I would be the right person", you insist, "I am a man after all and you are just a woman. And the men are naturally stronger, except those losers of your ex-boyfriends …right?". "Yes...", she replies, more and more out of breath, "Men are stronger. You are the better sex". This was precisely what you wished to hear. Grace is squashed under you, broken, and basically at your mercy.

"Get up!", you command, standing next to her. The girl complies and goes on her knees, still disoriented. "Come here and lick my balls…", you say, displaying a nasty grin. Dithering, Grace does what you asked, pulling out her tongue and sucking your balls and all your groin. "Good job pussy. Now kiss my feet and lick my toes…", you keep commanding, arms on the hips. Even though reluctantly, she eats even that humble pie, accepting her new condition. "Good. You are gonna be a good student…", you say, stopping the punishment and shoving her on the ground. This is the moment to destroy her pussy. She gets it and opens the legs wide to accept you in, but you feel that this classic position isn't enough. Accordingly, you change her leg's stance catching both her feet and placing them on your shoulders, leaning then forward to close the girl in a folded missionary. You go deep into her soaked pink hole with all your weight, stretching her legs until they reach her head. From there, you can even kiss her lips and nipples, reminding to your partner who is the dominant side of the couple. She emits an unarticulated sound, gaping her mouth with pleasure and subjection. "Chris, I was looking for someone like you...I'm your woman", she says in a lustful tone, "You have destroyed me in wrestling. Now...Chris...fuck me...fuck me...I need it...". This is the last cherry that you were expecting. The win is definitely yours.