L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Muriel could not lie - she was quite enjoying herself. Perhaps a tad too much, if she was being honest.

As much as she loved indulging in her kinks, there was always the risk of losing sight of her prize and letting herself get swept away in the moment. Such was the case here, as she launched another blow into the schoolgirl’s body and savored the saccharine sights of sweaty skin.

It was easy to get carried away - too easy. Enough that it blinded her to the woman’s charge, until it was a touch too late to do anything about it. Down they went again, with with Ms. Lewis once again taking her spot on top, leaving Muriel to struggle beneath her as her weapon was knocked away.

Less than ideal, certainly, but not unworkable. From below Muriel tried to swing her elbow upward and connect in her opponent’s face, hoping the wild blow would stun her foe for a crucial moment.

Vanessa fought to stay on top, trying to land a few gloved punches on the ex-teacher to soften her up. Their bodies were pressed so close that slick skin rubbed against slick skin as sweat rolled down them both, and with every hard breath Vanessa took, the red marks across her chest and back stood out more clearly - evidence of how skillfully the whip had been used throughout the already one-sided match.

Vanessa soon felt the sharp impact of the elbow strike to her face, snapping her head back and leaving her stunned for a moment, though the student tried to recover as quickly as she could. At this point, she was still wide open for an attack. She could taste blood in her mouth from the blow, though she did not want to spit it out onto the fighting area. She still had a sense of destiny about her, But if she somehow had managed to recover the advantage, she would go to transition by grabbing the whip handle and shifting her body into position, putting the teacher in an armbar as she pushed her hips up at the same time. She would pull on the wrist to generate enough pain to force the hand to drop the weapon without breaking the arm, though she would be twisted against it, grinding herself on the arm in a naughty way and letting out soft moans. Nonetheless, she would have to be lucky for this to even happen in the first place.