L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"Don't worry, you aren't the only one who dreams.---It's fine..."

Senji snapped out of his stupor, after having engaged in a kind of hand fight with Vivienne. It was nice to talk with her, even in a fight. Even when she was a stranger, she hadn't been rude. She'd been progressive and professional in their debut match together. Though, the way she carried herself was another aspect that had drawn Senji towards her. Maybe some tea would be good after this? He'd have to bring it up when they were properly exhausted. Spit out what he wanted, and she'd be sure to give him an answer.

Her skill wasn't a joke either. As they exchanged grapples, it felt to Senji that she and him were peers instead of one being vastly above the other. Going at it with a world-class fighter like Geun Haru or Huan Lei was something he would always treat as a blessing, but a good back-and-forth always got his endorphins blaring. He shared the same opinion with them using their 'natural assets' against him. While it was surprising, keeping it clean was much preferred. It was less messy...and lacked the sheer, sweltering temperature increase that came with being forcefully pleasured.

Senji squeaked out a high-pitched noise, before his brows raised to their limits as Vivienne simply lowered her chest to guide his face into her sternum. Treating him like a newborn certainly wasn't in the BJJ books. While Senji's face gradually warmed from the combination of cloth and skin consuming his mouth and nose, the redhead thought it'd be quite demeaning to be suffocated by Vivi's breasts. The redhead tried to twist his face away, desperate to avoid letting his lungs burn for air. At the same time, Senji engaged Vivienne in a palm-to-palm pushing session. If he was able to overpower her and the natural pull of gravity, then he'd busy his hands with planting them on her shoulders and trying to push her weight back into mount. Anything to get away....

Rough pants cascaded down Vivienne's bosom, tickling the skin there, as her partner tried to greedily suck in as much air as possible. It still remained to be seen if Vivienne would be able to stop his escapes though...

Vivienne had felt it, she managed to subdue Senji quite well now in this regard and despite her petite frame the maid had quite a bit of muscle to her body and Senji was getting full mounted by the dutiful defender. She jockeyed for position and knew that she had to keep the top position and just about anyone would let her barring Senji it seemed!

Still she had an idea and Vivienne would tense her face with beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and decided to settle on a bold gambit that if pulled off might just be the noose that was needed for Senji.

She gave a loud grunt and attempted to leap her legs upwards into the exchange, if this was achieved then Vivienne would try to get her legs on her knees and her left leg would attempt to cinch around Senji's neck and slip her foot under her right leg's calf. Thus trapping Senji in a leg lock around his neck with Vivienne's maidly form straddling his face as she panted fast and quietly due to it all if she were to manage it!

Senji's head begins to swim as the pressure within his skull begins to mount quickly, with the woman squeezing the boy inch by inch, giving him ample opportunity to recognize what was going to happen. He felt his arm get pushed further under his own chin as Vivienne squeezes tighter, nearing the tipping point of unconsciousness. Her thighs were becoming as hard as rocks while she flexed and pressed into him. The redhead's face flushed with exhaustion as Vivienne looked down at him with a flushed, breath-starved look. Senji's vision begins to tunnel slightly, as the boy feels his body begin to become lethargic and weak with the rippling, slender arms feeling like they are full of lead.

Senji pursed his lips in thought, staring up with beady, widened eyeballs from being shoved into the girl's loins. So much so that he was choking on them. He thrusted his hips up then to the left and right, like.a bull, to help slide her buxom body from sitting on his face.

His left hand grabbed at the palm of his right, establishing a gable grip there. The head worked on pressing his scalp against the floor. Ever so slightly, he could start to weaken the leg lock she had entrapped him within. He wanted to get his space by inching more of it like a jack. If Vivienne managed to hold on, however, Senji would be left to tiredly huff, puff, and paw at her thighs with his hands.