L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Makie had Kazuaya now: her thighs were clamped tightly against the guy's head, while her arms pushed down on his own thighs to keep him from doing the same to her. As a result, Makie was now lying down perpendicularly against Kazuya, her chest flattened against his abs as her legs did all the work, squeezing his head and cutting off his air supply. She could hear him struggling to breath, and feel his laboured breaths against her thighs and her butt cheeks; she had to admit, the sensation was more than a little distracting, and even as she squeezed into him, she felt her face go a slight shade of red.

Kazuya's muffled comments, however, gave her pause. 'I've seen better?' She felt her usual irritation at Kazuya's presence return. Wait, what the fuck was that supposed to mean?

And then, a second later, Kazuya's arms wrapped around her waist. She gasped as she was caught in a tight squeeze; while her thighs were still clamped tightly against Kazuya's head, his own grip pulled her down, crushing against her sides and forcing her face down against his chiseled abdomen.

No...not his abdomen. As Makie squirmed, she found her face nudged right against his shorts, just above his crotch. "Mmmmph!" came her muffled cry, as she struggled in Kazuya's grip even as she tried to hold on with her scissors...