Ashlii Fierce vs. Macon Einstein

"Sorry," she announced as she leaped forward like a rabid cat out of hell, wrapping an arm around his neck and moving her lips towards his ear as she began to lick his ear and prepare to bite it, grinding her teeth down now, pulling his ear with her teeth as she did so.

"Wah!?!" he exclaimed as he was taken by surprise by the hell cat pounce followed by a rather strange licking and biting of his ear. "What are you..OW!...doing?" he asked as he prepared to retaliate by wrapping an arm around her waist and trying to shift his weight to combat her dominant position over top of him, aiming to throw her onto her back, still staying on the bed.

"Eep!" squealed Ashlii as she released her biting grasp as she was turned over right onto her back. She growled and got onto her knees and grabbed his neck with her hands pulling him closer as she pressed her lips against his. Distract him with a kiss...and then a knee right in the gut.

She waited and then pulled her knee backwards as she burst it forward for the impact.

Macon smirked as he had successfully countered Ashlii's initial attempt, only to have his smirk met with a sudden kiss which he hypnotically fell into. Distracted as he was, he soon found himself with a sharp pain in his gut from a knee hitting his gut, throwing him backwards, grabbing his stomach.

Taking this as a chance, Ashlii got onto all fours and crawled around and fluffed her hair up a bit...that move had never forgave her, especially in fights where it came between her and a guy.

She crawled over his laid out body and raised upwards onto her knees, grabbing her boobs with her hands and jiggling them slowly as she shook her booty up and down at the same time, right in front of his face. "MON-AY" she screamed while she placed her ass right onto his face.

1...........





2..........

Macon was still holding his stomach when all of a sudden he felt his opponent's ass placed right on his face, hearing her count out loud, "1....2..." Doing what he could, he bent himself so that one of his feet could try and connect with the back of Ashlii's head in hopes that the movement would stop the count and free him from an embarrassing first fall that would cost 2points.

3!

Ashlii had leaned forward when he pushed his feet forward but when he did, Ashlii had put her hands up and out and his feet interlocked with her hands. Leaning backwards and falling off of balane, Ashlii was led right into his control as her celebration for the two points were short-lived.

Macon quickly lept his upper body upwards into a sitting position without thinking, aiming to score at least one point back from the quick move. Without thinking, Macon moved his hands onto Ashlii's breasts, pressing down to keep her down in addition to his legs which were latched with her arms. "1.......2......" he counted with a blush across his face.

Ashlii was pinned down with this move...but it was also pleasuresome, but still, pinned down. She struggled to kick out but she just couldn't and heaved a deep breath as the count was about to come to a close.

"Damn you,"

"3!" He exclaimed and just looked at her, blushing before quickly moving his hands away. "Erm...I'm sorry....I just...well..." As Macon stammered for words, he tried to move himself away to allow for Ashlii to get back into a fighting position. "So it's 2-1..right?"