LEAGUE: Felicia Espinoza vs Ricky Charles

Ricky came lunging in at her again. This time, however, he came in too fast, and his shoulders rammed into Felicia's slim midsection. "AUUGH!" she cried as Ricky brought her crashing down to the floor. She winced, feeling the male on top of her now. "Bastard," she hissed throgh clenched teeth.

Ricky smirked, "I don't think you're in the position for name calling babe." He spoke to her casually as he shifted so he would be placing more of his weight on her, "Plus, not like you really tring to avoid me either..." Ricky would then attempt to slide his leg between hers, gently pressing his knee against the womans crotch, "Because I certainly havn't been avoiding you."

"Aaah...." Felicia gasped as she felt his knee against her crotch. She writhed and twisted under his grip, struggling to get free. Reacting quickly, she shot her arms up, hoping to ensnare them around Ricky's head and drag his face down into her generous bosom.

"Looks like I found your soft spot..." Ricky gives a small chuckle as Felicia gasps and writhes beneath him, he would have simply stayed there for a few moments enjoying his position if she hadn't grabbed him and pulled him down into her bust face first.

But even as Felicia reached up and pulled Ricky's head in between her breasts he simply gave a smile and moved his head deeper into her clevage, unconcerned about her smothering him silly just yet.

"Wha...wha?" Felicia gasped, turning red as, to her surprise, Ricky simply moved deeper into her cleavage. "Hey, don't get ahead of yourself, guy!" she said, before cupping her hands and bringing them down hard across Ricky's back.

"Umph..." Ricky gives a muffled grunt as Felicia brings her hands down against his back, but while it hurt, it wasn't particularly damaging and he kept himself between her breasts, even begining to gently lick between her cleavage.

As to further tease the woman, he resumed the gentle rubbing of his knee back and forth against Felicia's crotch, continuing to 'attack' her weak spot.

"Ummmmm..." Felicia moaned, her face turning red at Ricky's stimulation. "No..." She squirmed under his body, her hands probing him...cupping her hands again, she brought another axe-handle smashing into the back of his head...

This time as the blow connected with the back of Ricky's head he saw spots in front of him, it would take him a few moments to recover. If Felicia didn't press her advantange, he would soon resume his ministrations, however, he would try to wrap his own arms around her for a bear hug. Thus in turn, pulling his face deeper between her breasts for his tounge to tease.

Unfortunately for Ricky, Felicia did indeed press her advantage. As he staggeres from he axe-handle, she'll hit him with another blow, while sliding her legs up around his sides for a body scissor...

This time as Felicia slammed her hands down against him once more, Ricky blacked out significantly, giving the woman ample time to wrap her legs around him for her body scissors. When he finally came to he found his waist caught between the womans thighs and his head still between her breasts.