Sarah O'Brien Vs Darren Hopeless (For coiwy)

Darren let otu a muffled groan although what Sarah did next that was definately familiar. Shaking her butt in his face his hands rested on he chest he could feel his cheeks heating up a little more. He was going to go for a last ditch attempt to get her off of him or at least daze her so he could get her off him. Throwing one of his legs up aiming to nail her in the face while her hands were distracted with his wrists.

Darren seemed to have gone still and Sarah wondered if he'd passed out. Strange though... she'd thought he'd last longer than that. Just as she was about to move off of his face, though, his leg swung up blindly and hit her in the shoulder. She winced slightly but it was nothing too damaging.
"Better luck next time, limey," she laughed, although she wasn't sure he would hear her.

Darren took the oppitunity to try and roll Sarah over rolling with her as he threw his weakened body to the side in an attempt to get her off his face He was pretty sure she wouldn't be expecting a move like that so quickly after the kick which didn't seem to hit its mark.

Sarah was suprised that Darren was able to roll her off after being smothered for so long, but she still had her butt in his face and her legs around his head. She ended up on her front, now pinning his arms beneath her chest, and tried to lock a headscissor around Darrren's face to keep him trapped.

Darren was relieved when he felt himself able to roll Sarah over. He was just above to move and try to pull his hands from under her chest as she laid on them pinning them to the floor now. That was when Disaster seemed to strike again just as he managed to get his face out of the red heads butt her legs were wrapped back around his head pulling his face back into her butt only able to get a few breath's of air.

Scissored laying on his chest his face back in Sarah's butt hand pinned below her it was a positon that gave him alittle more freedom but now he had nothing to try and losen the grip on his head. he let out another muffled groan sure that she would have another smart comment ready and waiting she always seemed to. He was quite expecting her to try and roll him bac over so he desprately tried to inch himself to the ropes to get her to break the hold.

Feeling Darren struggling again, Sarah slid her hands out from under her own body, leaving Darren's hands securely pinned by her chest. She heard a slight groan escaping from his mouth and flexed her muscles a little to add to his discomfort. As she lay scissoring him she tried to shift her legs into a figure-four position to secure the hold.
"Not long now," she murmured confidently to herself.

Darren was pretty much trapped in a rather awkward position helplessly kicking his legs as he laid on his chest. It seemed as though Sarah wasn't quited finsihed with him moving her hands to reach back and secure a figure four headscissors. He laid there unable to move and unable to tapout or give a verbal submission due to the fact that the figure four headscissors had forced his face deeper into the read head's butt his only chance now was reaching the ropes before he passed out trying to use his leg to wiggle himself closer to the ropes.

Sarah put a hand on Darren's head and pushed his face deeper into her butt. She loved the feeling as he struggled to pull himself out, but the combination of her legs and her hand denied him his freedom. She shuffled toward the centre of the ring as Darren attempted to reach for the ropes with his legs. No... she was enjoying this too much to let him escape.

Darren's struggles slowly got weaker as he tried to make an attempt to take although he was sure that it would just feel like he was lightly squeezing Sarah's chest to her at least. Her free hand moved to the back of his head as he let out low muffled pleas for her to let go. Although since it was uncoherant Sarah could pretty much keep him locked in this rather embarassing hold for as long as she pleased.

The feeling of Darren's hands grabbing at her breasts only encouraged Sarah's hold on his head, pushing it harder as the barely audible sounds of his submission were lost to her butt. His struggles seemed to have mostly stopped, but she could still feel the grip of his hands on her chest, so she kept going.