Live Streaming A Head Scissor: A Mixed Wrestling Story (Rachel Teaches Head Scissors)

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You know what?" she said with an evil grin, "I was just going to let you go if you gave up, but you pissed me off. I think I'm going to teach you a lesson. I'm going to make you my bitch." Janice laughed - and snapped her legs out straight, tightening her gripping thighs, the sheer bulk of them doubling in size as she put the headscissors on, full bore. Mark screamed in agony as his mother destroyed him in her big legs. She sat up in a half sit-up and smiled down at the sight of her big legs gobbling up his moaning skull.

She looked down. Sure enough, he fidgeted more, clearly enjoying some sort of perverse sexual reaction to the pain she was inflicting. She’d like this extraction, she’d like it a lot. She pressed the needle harder. He groaned, eyes closed. She smiled. She brutally pounded his face now, relaxing her thighs and butt for a second and then slamming all that muscle fully to life, holding the scissor on completely, brutally hard for five full seconds, feeling the tooth loosen a bit, then relaxing briefly and doing it again. She increased the tempo as the tooth moved and soon had a flex-and-relax rhythm going that had her thighs and ass undulating in a blinding display of quaking, quivering and near lethal fury, her butt meat slapping in a wave at his face as her thighs rippled and rolled against his trapped face and skull. Laying on her side propped up by her arm, she looked over her shoulder at Colin's beet red face. With a look of amusement, she said in her silky, smooth voice "Oh, still have some fight left in you? Too bad you only managed to roll me on my side. I can still scissor the shit out of you in this position. Anyway, I'm done playing around."Let’s have a little Novocain, shall we?” the doctor said, prepping a needle and then opening Brett’s mouth.

I know, I know, you wanna say, 'you win, Mom', right?" she asked, and watched as Mark waved his hands helplessly, making a thumbs-up sign to indicate she was right, she'd won. "Atta boy."While Aunt Doris was in the middle of telling me how she and my mother got their first apartment together with no deposit or key fee, I asked if she wanted to dance. Dancing without music works fine. Aunt Doris was a good dancer. She used to shake it like crazy at my mother’s parties. But that night we just held on. She stopped talking about old times with my mother and I was glad. There was plenty I didn’t want to know. Like who my father was. Long list of names to choose from. I had a feeling that’s where her story was headed. I saw Roger standing there shrugging. "She won't stop, either, not until you cum as much as she can take."