Humiliation Match: Julia Rogers vs Torra Shinjiro

When Torra reached the ropes Julia reluctantly uncoiled her legs from around his head and rolled off of him. Giving him room to get back to his feet, the cowgirl patiently waited for him to get back up so they could get the action going again.

Torra smiled that his plan worked and now he's free, for now at least. This gave him time to recover, he got up and did some stretching while waiting for his raging hard on to go down, once it did he was ready.
This time he would slowly walk towards her and then sprint, doing a baseball slide attack to make her trip and fall.

Julia stifled a giggle when she realized Torra’s stretching was to hide the… “excitement” that had been building up and let it die down a bit. She turned and looked away to let him do just that, feeling like it was the decent thing to do, though perhaps not the smartest. Giving him the extra recovery time also gave him his opening to attack the second she turned back toward him and took a couple steps forward. Torra suddenly threw himself into a quick slide, taking Julia’s leg out and tripping her onto her front.

Torra chuckled a bit when he saw her look away, basically she underestimated him. "Always keep your eyes on your opponent." He said playfully and then elbow drop her on her back and then started to playfully squeeze her large breats a little bit.

A pained gasp escaped Julia’s lips when Torra’s elbow came down onto her back, and she blushed under her mask as he began to grope her breast once again. “Hey! Hands off!” she grunted while her hands tried to pull his away from her chest.

Torra chuckled at her reaction and he saw her face blush despite the mask. "But you like this, and I'll give you more." He quickly rolled her on her back and sat on her stomach and kept squeezing her breats, aiming for her to be overwhelmed with pleasure.

Torra may not have been heavy, but him saddling up on Julia's stomach was still enough to keep her from going anywhere for the moment. She squirmed and writhed underneath him while he grabbed and squeezed her breaths, again latching onto his wrists to try to pry them away. She bit her lip to stifle a small moan that nearly escaped.

"Get...off!" she said, throwing a leg up to try to driver her knee into his back, hoping that would knock the boy off of her.

Torra felt her squirm and struggle and he kept being on top of her, not wanting her to escape. But soon a knee struck his back, it almost made him fall off of her but he kept his hold and planted his butt on her stomach and kept squeezing "ohohoho nice try but it'll take more than that" he said playfully.

A grunt was forced from Julia’s lips when Torra’s butt planted itself down onto her stomach. Thank god he wasn’t heavy, but she still had to find a way out of this. A slight moan slipped out as he squeezed her breast. The cowgirl continued pulling on his wrists in an effort to pull them away. But at the same time her legs came up from behind, trying to latch onto his head and neck and pull him off of her into a side headscissor hold.

Torra felt her struggle more and he kept his hold.
But soon he felt her legs go around his neck, and soon enough he was trapped in a headscissor once again, but this time it's a side headscissor