The fact that the Cougar choose this very moment to lock on the Dragon Sleeper should tell anyone in the know one thing.
She knows her shit.
The Dragon isn't something you try to nail right out of the gate. It's something you just have to -know- when to lock on. Pick the wrong time and you pay for it. Do it right and, well, you have the situation I'm in right now. It's not only a punishing hold for the one trapped, but it's also a rest hold (besides squeezing) for the 'trap-ee'.
Oh, and something else, she's strong as fuck. I'll give that one out for free in case you haven't figured it out yet.
I find myself not only loopy and on "dream street" after the repeated blows to the head, but locked into a Dragon Sleeper / body scissor combo. Being worked on two fronts, blood lightly dripping down my face, mixing with my sweat, while it falls ro the floor through my hair. I'm forced to look at an upside down crowd while you crush my rib cage with those thick, pulsing, thighs. I moan loudly, blinking sweat and blood from my eyes while my left arm hangs limply, resting on the old canvas, while my right hand waves slowly in the air. My legs spread wide, giving the front row crowd and nice "floor show" of my California 'peach'.
From far away...or is it closer than that?...I hear your voice drift down like the end of a dream you just can't hold onto....
"Yeah, that's it Doll. Just take ya a nice, long nap. Momma Cougar's gonna take good care of ya after the sandman comes a-knockin' so you just rest those pretty eyes of yours."
That's, actually, a really good idea. If I just close my eyes, the pain will go away...I just know it. I then shake my head...or, at least, try to as it's still in your grip...before taking in a deep breath and blowing it past strings of my sweaty hair. "Nuuh....no.." I groan loudly while my right leg slowly kicks up and drops flat to the canvas. like a spider, I feel your fingers glide down my sweat slicked tummy, the starting of a four pack evidence of my increased gym time, and over my fully engorged clit. Your palm rolls over it as you easily slide your fingers into my folds.
"Ohhhhhgoddd!' I moan even louder, my body bucking involuntarily from the new stimuli while your cornfed arm continues to bulge around my head and your thick thighs remain coiled around my waist. I sputter while trying to catch my breath, my eye lids going heavy as waves of pleasure begin to wash over me.
If the Cougar's putting me away....what a way to go!