You'll keep wrestling...! (Sin +3, Faith -2, Body -1)

No... You were up for it. You could take it! You'd wrestle the horny president of Super-merica as long as she wanted to keep going! You even told her as much.

Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth widened into another toothy grin. "Reeeeally? Ha ha ha... I'm pleased!" she announced, then reached out to grab you in a choke-hold. For a while, the two of you were just wrestling... if it could be called that. She had every advantage over you in terms of muscle, flexibility, technique, size... everything. The only technique you had that seemed to be any good at all was to slap that tattoo on her bicep, each time soliciting another curse or ecstatic moan from her. Still, by the end of this chain wrestling, you knew you were going to be very sore for the night to come... This wasn't a training so much as a sustained manhandling.

Finally, you managed to get the leg up on your opponent. With some effort, you clasped one hand over her bicep for a continuous application, then spun around to her back. You felt your own erection was up and probably poking her in the butt of her singlet, through which you could feel her spectacularly toned buttocks... You had her right where you wanted her! Her body was twitching, heated, as you kept a hold on that tattoo... The fact that she wasn't breaking down and babbling nonsense now was a testament to her freakish strength. From this pose...

((Sin + 3))

((Faith -2))

((Body -1))