Sarah O'Brien Vs Darren Hopeless (For coiwy)

Darren hadn't antipated this ending to the move. His eyes widened slightly as Sarah caught him in her headscissors his hands moving to rest on her thighs. He ended up behind her once again pinned in the corner looking up at her lean body as her legs clamped around his head.

Darren's shoulders took some of the strain off of Sarah's arms as she still held herself up on the ropes. She ignored the hands on her thighs and as usual tried to shift into a figure-four, hoping to smother Darren out in her crotch.

Darren winced as he felt the position change his face getting stuffed in Sarah's panty clad crotch. The blonde struggled. hoping to get free before he got even weaker although concenterating on keeping himself up since she had laid her weight on his shoulders getting his face out of her crotch and getting his head out of the head scissors didn't sound very doable. Besides she could always just drop heself down if he managed to do it. Or even if she wanted to make his situation even worse.

More confident now she had Darren in a figure four, Sarah let out a low moan at the familiar feel of his nose in her crotch. Her panties were hardly a shield and se could feel the warmth of his breath as he gasped for air. Tentatively she moved one hand from the ropes and took a hold of her own shin to keep the scissors tight, while with the other she took a hold of Darren's hair, leaving his strength the only thing keeping the two of them up.

Darren heard Sarah's moan and his cheeks seemed to tint a light pink as she appeared to be pleasuring herself with his face. His already weakened body collasped back Sarah landing ontop of him drivign the air out of him as she scissored his head a puff of warm air escaping against her crotch. Darren was growing deperate as her full weight was not on his face. His hands griping at hers to try and get them away to give him at least a little chance of escaping.

Sarah panted as she sat atop Darren's face, enjoying the feeling too much to notice as he took a hold of her hands. Her legs remained around his head but her hold was looser, as she was now more focused on her own pleasure than gaining a submission, grinding back and forth on the blond's face.

It wasn't long before he could feel Sarah grinding he tried to let in a deep breath although that just ended in him lightly sucking at her panties. He could feel her grip loosening although he was pretty sure that he couldn't go on his head being carelessly pushed up and down. The red head seemed more focused on using his face for sexual favors than anything else causing his cheeks to tint a darker pink.

He needed a little time to process that. He swiftly let go of her hands his own hands moving to her thighs lightly tapping on her leg to signal a submission although it was still a mystery if Sarah would stop or carry on with what she was doing.

The tapping on her thigh brought Sarah back to the match, and she slowed her grinding, still breathing heavily, before lazily swinging her leg over Darren's face and freeing him from her crotch. She collapsed next to him and lay quietly for a moment, not even looking to see what Darren would take off next.

Darren was relieved when he felt Sarah swing herself off of his face letting out a small groan slowly he pushed himself into a sitting position. He knew that he had to do slowly he slipped his bottoms off leaving him in his underwear. His eyes trailed towards the red head as he looked slightly nervous as he crawled away to try and regain his barings.

Sarah was still on her back, her eyes shut. She hadn't meant to get so into it, but it had just felt... right, at the time. She took a deep breath and peeked out of one eye at Darren. He seemed much more nervous than he had before, but he was down to his underwear so he still seemed to want to wrestle. She rubbed a hand over her face and sat up.