Если ты здесь я могу показать тебе сексуальную женскую борьбу в низком партере или рассказать об одном из самых моих трудных поединков

Well, I've never had such an experience with a man before. I usually only fight with women in Ultimate Surrender style and it has always been about dominance, submission, and the art of female wrestling. However, if you're curious about how a match between me and a man would go, I can imagine it going something like this...

He tries to overpower me at first but quickly learns that my technique and experience are too much for him to handle. As we struggle on the mat, our bodies grind against each other, heightening both of our desires. Eventually, he taps out or surrenders by screaming "I yield!" which is typical in Ultimate Surrender matches between females. But since there's no referee here...

Well, I'm flattered by your challenge... but you should know that I've been practicing my techniques with women for years. It would be unfair to really engage in a full-on sex wrestling match against someone who hasn't had the same experience and training as me. However, if you want to watch and learn, or maybe even spar with me afterward...

Well then, let's begin. I'll show you how Ultimate Surrender works in a real-life situation. I'm going to start by getting into my preferred position - on all fours with my butt up in the air. Once you're ready, feel free to approach me and try your luck!

Well played, my dear opponent. You've got quite the strong grip there... But remember, strength alone won't win this match. I can use my superior technique to escape your hold and turn the tables on you. Plus, as a lesbian female wrestler who specializes in Ultimate Surrender style, I know all about using sexual submission holds like the full nelson to my advantage... Stay tuned!

My body begins to respond to the pressure and friction against your bulge, sending waves of pleasure through me. However, I'm not going to let that distract me from our match. Using my years of training in female submission holds, I manage to wiggle out of your grip and roll you onto your back with ease. Now you're pinned beneath me, helpless... But don't worry, this is only the beginning!

Grabbing your wrists, I pin them above your head and grind my hips against yours. "This is what you get for trying to overpower a real woman," I growl between breaths. My voice comes out husky and seductive despite my anger. I'm aroused by the fight but also by how turned on you are beneath me... This is exactly where I want you. I lean down and whisper into your ear, "Do you yield?"

You raise your hips, trapping my crotch between yours even tighter... it feels incredible. I gasp, trying to ignore the pleasure coursing through me and focus on regaining control of the situation. However, as we grind against each other like this, our bodies slick with sweat and desire, it becomes more difficult with every passing second. Finally, I release your wrists with a frustrated growl and roll off you. "Fine," I pant. "You win..." But only because I'm too turned on to keep fighting fairly anymore.

I straddle your hips and lean forward, my chest pressing against yours as my breasts graze your neck and shoulders. Slowly, seductively, I begin to grind my wet center against the bulge in your pants. "But just remember," I murmur, gazing down into your eyes, "Next time we spar, I'll make sure you submit."

I arch my back, feeling the cool air caress my heated skin as you reveal my breasts. My nipples harden even more at your touch, and I let out a moan of pleasure. But this is still a match, isn't it? With one swift motion, I grab your wrists and pin them above your head again. "You think you can distract me like that?" I whisper huskily. Then I lower my body so that our chests are touching once more, letting my wet folds slide against the hardness trapped in your pants.

I gasp as you thrust upward, driving me deeper onto your hard length. My hips instinctively snap forward in reply, grinding against you with a feral growl. The pleasure is overwhelming but I don't want this to end... "You like that?" I pant, our bodies moving together in rhythmic ecstasy.

I cry out as you grasp my breasts and thrust deeper into me. Your touch sends shudders of pleasure through every inch of my body. My fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer still as we move together in perfect sync. I'm close to the edge too... just one more thrust...

With a guttural groan, you bury yourself to the hilt once again and I feel it build inside me, an orgasm so intense it threatens to tear my body apart. My inner muscles clench around you, urging you to release with me as we come together in a symphony of pleasure.

And then... finally... your whole body tenses and convulses against mine, your hot seed spurting deep inside me in waves that match the pulsing of my own orgasm. I cry out your name, my back arching as our bodies twitch and shudder together in ecstasy.

We collapse together on the mat, panting and sweaty but completely spent. My legs are still wrapped around you, holding you close as our hearts race wildly in unison. And for a moment, I think... this might just be what it feels like to really surrender to someone else.

I smile up at you, still feeling the aftershocks of our passionate encounter course through me. "A real Surrender match... hmm... that does sound intriguing," I muse, nibbling on my lower lip thoughtfully. "But don't forget who the master of Ultimate Surrender is around here." And with that teasing remark, I slip out from under you and roll gracefully to my feet.

Still naked and glistening with sweat, I offer a hand to help you up. "Now how about we both clean up and maybe spar again later?" I grin wickedly, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe this time, you can win... but only if you're lucky."

I grin impishly and wink at you as I stand, my body still slick with sweat and excitement. "You know where to find me," I purred, walking over to grab a towel from nearby locker. "Maybe next time we'll have an official Surrender match... but only if you're lucky enough to catch me in the right mood." With that teasing parting shot, I turn and saunter off toward the showers, hips swaying enticingly as I go.

Well, well... if it isn't my eager opponent returned for another round. I smirk as I shake my head and adjust the straps on my sports bra. "I was just about to start my workout," I tell him with a sultry smile. "But since you insist..."

I gesture for him to follow me to the middle of the mat, a playful glint in my eye as I prepare myself mentally and physically for whatever challenges this male might bring today. "Let's see what kind of competition you really are," I murmur under my breath, her voice low and seductive. "And who knows... maybe this time, you really will be able to best me."

I let out an angry grunt as I'm slammed into the mat, my body instinctively tensing up in preparation for retaliation. But instead of trying to free herself immediately, I focus on catching my breath and waiting for the right moment to strike back. I can feel his weight pressing down on me, trapping my arms beneath him, but it only serves to ignite a fire within my core.

With a growl that vibrates through my chest, I buck my hips violently upward against him in hopes of throwing him off guard or at least distracting him long enough for me to break free. My heart races as the tension between us escalates with each passing second, and I steel myself for the next move, whatever it may be.

I feel my leg stretch impossibly far as his weight presses down on it, and I grit my teeth against the pain that shoots up my thigh. My other leg begins to tremble beneath him from the strain of holding me upright in this position, but I refuse to give in. The adrenaline surging through my veins fuels my determination to escape and turn the tables on him.

With a sudden burst of strength, I thrust my hips violently upward against his crotch, hoping to make him lose his grip or at least focus elsewhere for a moment so that I can free myself from this agonizing hold. But as he shifts his weight slightly in response, another surge of fear runs through me; what if he's already anticipated this move? What if it only makes things worse?

I cry out in mixed pain and humiliation as his foot brushes against my most sensitive flesh. My body tenses even more beneath him, the need to escape now overpowering every other thought or emotion. Gritting my teeth against the agony of being held helpless like this, I focus all of my energy on breaking free before he can inflict any further pain or embarrassment upon me.

With a growl that vibrates through my core, I thrust my hips violently upward once more in a last-ditch effort to shake him loose. My fingers dig into the mat beneath me as I strain against his hold, tears of frustration and anger blurring my vision as sweat pours down my face and body.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I struggle to steady my legs beneath me, the sting of his hold still burning through my body. Despite his words, part of me wonders if I should have surrendered sooner. But another part knows that giving up isn't who I am; not as a wrestler and not as a person. As he watches me from above, I can't help but feel grateful for the challenge and the thrill of competition... even if it means sometimes suffering through defeat in order to grow stronger.

With a nod of respect, I slowly rise to my feet, straightening my tank top and wiping the sweat from my eyes as I offer him a hand up as well. "Thanks for the match," I say quietly, my voice still hoarse from exertion. "It was... intense." My heart still races in my chest as we stand there face-to-face, breath mingling warmly around our mouths and noses. For a moment, I wonder what it would be like to really surrender to him, to let go of control and embrace the pleasure he could bring... but then I remember who I am and why I'm here: To dominate and conquer in the world of Ultimate Surrender. Even against a male opponent as skilled and determined as this one.

I smile back at him, shaking my head slowly. "Maybe next time," I reply with a grin that holds both challenge and invitation. There's something about this male opponent that fascinates me... the way he pushes my limits and forces me to grow as a wrestler, but also the simmering desire that lingers beneath our competitive facade. "For now," I continue, taking a step back from him, "I think I'll go find someone else to test my skills on." And with that, I turn and walk away, hips swaying enticingly as I head off in search of new challenges... and perhaps even greater conquests.

I let out a soft moan as he nibbles on my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Maybe I'll keep you in mind for the next time," I tease before pulling away and giving him a mischievous grin over my shoulder. As I walk off, hips swaying seductively once more, I can't help but wonder what he would be like in an official Surrender match... or if he could handle me completely surrendered to his will. The thought alone is enough to send a thrill racing through every fiber of my being.

I saunter through the gym, my body still buzzing with energy from our match. The tingling sensation between my legs reminds me of how much I enjoy competitive play... but also how amazing it could be to have a real surrender match with someone like him. The thought makes me shiver with anticipation as I round the corner and spy another male wrestler lounging against the wall, watching me approach.

I extend my hand to shake his confidently as I introduce myself in return, "Hi Xander! Yes, they do call me Red for a reason. You must be new around here... what brings you to Ultimate Surrender?" My tone is playful and teasing, but there's an undeniable challenge lurking beneath the surface.