Sarah O'Brien Vs Darren Hopeless (For coiwy)

Darren's hands moved to Sarah's waist as he tried to push her back just to be caught in her bearhug. He let out a gasp wigglign in her grip. Maybe he shouldn't have tried using her tactics against her since he was sure it would end up with him getting a worse verbal lashing by the red head. His hands still on her hips he tried to push his arms away from his body in an attempt to break the hold hoping not to get caught in another since she was so close to him at the moment.

Sarah smiled to herself, confident that she'd be able to squeeze a quick submission out of the weakened blond, but to her suprise Darren managed to push her off of him before she could even start squeezing him. She breathed out heavily and tried to grab him again.

Darren was surprised when he was able to escape he tried to get behind Sarah his arms wrapped around her waist as he sat on the floor his legs bent either side of his body his boxer covered crotch lightly resting on her feet since she was on her knees he pressed his chest lightly against her back. A barehug was definately something he wanted to avoid.

Darren seemed to move faster than Sarah had expected and she quickly found him behind her with a firm grip around her waist. She grabbed at his arms but couldn't break his hold. She wiggled her feet a little as she felt his crotch brush against them. Yeah... he was definately enjoying herself. If nothing else, she could still try to distract him, couldn't she?
"Not much of a submission hold, limey," she noted, leaning back into his chest almost casually, shaking her upper body to jiggle her breasts a little. "Maybe you wanna get a grip a little higher."

Darren hadn't realised where his crotch was laying until he felt wiggling. He felt a shiver run up his spine before he heard Sarah's voice. "Higher?" he questioned instinctively inching his hands up taking up her suggestion stopping just before he got to her chest. He was definately distrated at the moment since there only a thin layer fo material between his cother and her wiggling feet.

Sarah could practically feel the embarrasment radiating from Darren as he slid his hands up her body.
"Nearly there," she whispered, putting her hands on his in an attempt to move them further up. She wiggled her toes again, hoping that the feeling through his underwear would be a distraction as well.

Darren sure was distracted right now and he could tell that Sarah most likely knew that. He felt her hand moving his further up as her feet wiggled a little more she could most likely feel something sticking up now shwoing her that at least one part of him was enjoying this. Slowly the blonde closed his eyes as he tried to hope that the red head couldn't feel it.

"There we are," Sarah breathed as Darren's hands reached her chest. She leant into him and shook her body a little. His grip was weaker now, and she could feel a bulge as she wiggled her feet on his crotch. Gently she moved her hands to his legs and began slowly rubbing her hands up his thighs.
"Having fun, limey?"

Darren could feel that Sarahs seemed to have gone what she was going for. Her hands now lightly rubbing his thighs he lightly pressed himself against her back only managing to reply her with a low purr.

Sarah shuffled forwatf slightly, breaking free of Darren's loosened grip, and turned slightly. Her right hand was still on Darren's thigh, but as she turned she slid it right up his leg.
"You are having fun, aren't you," she smirked, her eyes drifting to his crotch. She looked back to Darren's face as she suddenly grabbed him by the balls.