The match begins

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Your glance behind yourself to check on Jones, but wore too slow, his large arms wrap around you in a giant bear hug as he picks you up off the floor.

"Booya i got you girly" he says with a cheer, his hands holding around your waist, holding your arms to your waist, you giggle at the playfull nature.

While you wore distracted by Jones, Manso had come up and was trying to grab your legs, both men failed to hear another rip of your already short shorts, as more stiching came undone.

Finally Manso had both you feet held togethor as he tickled your feet, you cant help but burst out in laughter, and kick your feet. Manso's grip slips and he fell back onto his rear on the mat. You reach up and lift your arms up, sliding out of Jones arms, down to the floor, your top getting stuck in his arm for a moment, lifting the material, revealing your firm stomach and the underside of your breasts.

Manso catchs a glance then looks to Jones, both of them seem to understand some hidden message.

You roll over again, raising to your feet and assume an offensive position, leaning over giving both men a clear view down your top into your cleavage.

"Well then boys" you say with a sly smile.

Both men run at you , in a typical rugby charge, and you all fall over into a bile of bodies on the floor.

You feel a hand slide over your back, another on your chest, and a 3rd sliding up your top.

Who ends up on top? Minus any clothes?