Let Her Pull

Let her pull. Let her squirm. Let her exhaust herself between your thighs.

Just keep your ankles locked, rival. So that, struggle as she might, your enemy cannot escape.

Just as you strive to pull her curse-laden lips into and against your kitten. Keeping her from breathing, save for the air that resides within you.

All until she tires. All until you can claim.

DT Wrestling

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