No More Fooling Around (Complete)

Matt held the headlock as long as he could, but when she rolled on top of him he was forced to let go. She had a lot of moves that involved him looking at her butt. Not that he was complaining. He just wished it didn't distract him so much!

"Nggh, you're heavier than you look," Matt grunted, anything to take his mind off her white panties.

Caitlin gasped when he said that, and was about ready to slap him. But she shook her head, resisting the urge, and would instead try to grab Matt by the shoulders to roll him on top of her before she tried to clamp on a nice bodyscissors and then throw him onto his side. "Haha... got ya..." She would declare with a triumphant grin and start to clamp her legs down hard.

Matt got caught between Caitlin's legs, and then groaned as she applied pressure. Her legs were like strong, probably from cheerleading. It was harder to breath now. At least her panties weren't distracting him anymore.

He would try to get to his knees, then twist himself in her scissors so that he was now facing her.

"Bad move." She commented as Matt twisted around, and Caitlin went from crushing her legs on his stomach to crushing her legs down on either side of his waist, which was more painful. She would then use her toned abs to lift herself up by her legs and lean into him. If successful, she would try to make Matt fall onto his back with her cleavage in his face, although it was completely covered.

She had to admit, it was a little cute to see this boy getting flustered up while wrestling on the mat with her, but he was also proving to be a pretty tough fight too.

Matt grimaced when more pain was added. "I don't.....make....bad moves!" he grunted. He was about to show her why he changed positions like he. While Caitlin's legs were still locked around him, he would roll over, bringing her with him. With their new position he was sitting on the back of her legs, and he would pull them back into a boston crab.

Caitlin blinked at that declaration, then saw him rolling over. It was then that it hit her what he was trying to do.

"Oh no!" She gasped, trying to let go of his waist and escape him, but it was too late as Matt grabbed ahold of her legs and started to bend them back.

"Gnnnn.... That... that hurts!" She hissed, squirming and trying to break free as more pressure was applied to her back.

Matt could breath normally again once Caitlin's legs were loose from his waist, and now he bent them back in the first advantage he'd had in this match. In this position he could relax some, and try to clear his mind.

"You give up?" Matt asked. He would pull her legs further back after asking.

"Ngh... n..no!" She growled, trying to fling her legs forward, but found she wasn't strong enough. She clenched her teeth, forcing herself to endure it, trying to think of a way out of the move.

Matt was having a hard time holding on. Her legs were strong, as he found out from being trapped between them. So he would continue holding on as long as he could. "Ugh...I can hold on all day," he lied.

"Grr.. that's... a lie..." She said, trying to push up with her hands, causing more pressure in her back. It was enough to make her cry out, but she kept herself up before trying to fling her legs forward with everything she had, hoping he would lean forward when she lifted herself up.