Ashlii Fierce vs. Macon Einstein

Ashlii began to look around for her opponent when she got on the bed and she just couldn't see. Throwing her hair back and turning her head once more she saw as he charged straight for her and she squealed as she fell off the bed and landed on her back, her panties going the wrong way and showing a flash of her womanhood before she covered it up and climbed back onto the bed.

"You're going to die" she said while going to pounce on him.

Macon smirked, prepared for the pounce as he moved to the side and waited for her to get up before dropping down and reaching a hand between Ashlii's legs aiming to roll her up in a school boy pin, grabbing onto her panties for leverage just as she had done earlier to his boxers. He had the same hidden motives behind this pin attempt and would take off her panties after the pin if successful.

"1..."

"2..."

"Eep!" squealed Ashlii as this had happened and she was tkaen down to hte mat, her shoulders pinned down and her panties being pulled up and a little higher as his count closed to three. With no way to kick out Ashlii mumbled out as

3!!

came out. She did her best to wiggle out of the pink only to have her panties come out to show her cleanly shaven womanhood as she crossed her legs and blinked. "Uh-oh."

Macon smirked after tying the score in several ways. "It's called payback," he said with a wink to Ashlii after getting a glimpse at the shaven womanhood, tossing the panties over to wear his boxers had fallen.

"So...seems like its 4-4 doesn't it?" He said as he got to his knees, kneeling and displaying his member. "Want to make this interesting?" he asked. "Perhaps a wager?"

Ashlii got up onto her knees but weirdly arranged herself so that she could possibly block out her womanhood, looking upwards at him as she just wanted to bite him. "What is the wager...and yes it is 4-4...and I'm ready to win!" she yelled out, getting into a normal position now.

Macon smirked and got into a fighting position as well, ready for whatever Ashlii had planned, he had learned to expect the unexpected from her. "Well....how about...the loser plays slave to the winner...until he or she can win or is given his or her freedom? That is unless you have a different wager to offer?"

"I like how you think," she said winking seductively at him as she kicked up a leg and put it onto his shoulder giving him a clear look at her womanhood, only to use this as a distraction. She moaned out, "Oooh..." as she took a fist and held it below her waist as then she brought it up strikingly fast straight towards his face

Macon blushed at the tactic, getting a better view of her womanhood than before. It was enough to distract him from the fist heading his way, which promptly knocked him backwards and caused his vision to spin. He spoke dizzily, "You sure play a match that's supposed to be soft-style rather hard."

While he went onto his back, Ashlii moved over to him and sat on his chest, her knees by his head as her womanhood poked towards her chest as she looked down at him, grinning. "Yes I do... Now I'm in a schoolgirl pin,"

1.....



2.....

Macon was still dazed from the earlier blow to the head, but the sudden mention of this being a schoolgirl pin caused him to thrust his pelvis into the air and back down to the bed in order to bounce his shoulders off the bed to end the pin count, but not necessarily free himself.