Squeeze Thy Neighbor (for Liesmith)

[Winter]

If Lise had squeezed hard with Isa in the basic reverse, when she had held an even clearer advantage over her ambushed neighbor, the pressure that she applied with Isa fighting her in this figure-four, one could only call monumental. "Rrrrgh!", Lise growled, as she twisted her own body to pull her foot, and therefore her calf, tighter against the back of Isa's head, while the curve of her back buried Isa deeper and deeper into her hungry glutes. With the positioning much easier on her muscles - torque did most of the job here rather than pure strength and strain - Lise maintained a constant, overwhelming pressure as she clenched her teeth and punished Isa within the cage her legs and ass formed.

Still, Isa fought her. Lise felt the woman's legs again curl up and attempt to lock, and only wild swinging from Lise's spare arm managed to stop them from fully clamping down upon her. Her nervousness increasing, Lise took the hand off of her instep, lessening the pressure on Isa's skull, long enough for her to bring both hands up and try to snag Isa around the ankle. That she did not manage, but the anxious redhead, knowing that giving Isa a moment's chance to squeeze her could end her dominance in seconds, did bat one leg away... and quickly decided on another tactic.

Planting both hands on the mat, she rolled back on her figure-four-stiff knees (which felt terrible and made her cry out) so that she restored the seated position atop Isa's face, with the raven-haired beauty's head still cradled against her calves. The only way to balance atop the fighting Irishwoman was the couch, and Lise reached over to plant one hand on it while the other again found her instep. Again pulling her hooked legs tight, Lise bored down with her full weight upon her neighbor's face - swallowing it whole in her rear - and went back to squeezing.

"No, you sleep again, Isa!", she called, wanting to sound like a commanding Titania... but desperation wove through the words.