Lilys Pantyfacesitting Wrestling - The Black Belt Judoka Makes Him Submit WMV

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The Black Belt Judoka Makes Him Submit WMV

As I kneel on the mat, my gaze meets his and I can see the mix of excitement and nervousness in his eyes. This is going to be a home judo demonstration unlike any other. And I'm here to show him just how intense and humiliating it can be.

After explaining the rules of tapping to submit, I swiftly take him down to the floor with a semi-throw, skillfully executing a hiza gatame or knee arm bar. His body writhes in pain as he tries to escape my grasp, but he quickly realizes that there's nowhere for him to go.

"Submit," I demand, my voice ringing with authority. He taps frantically, his face contorted in agony. But I won't accept anything less than complete surrender, so I tighten my grip and add more pressure.

"I said, submit!" I growl, my eyes burning into his. Finally, he does as he's told and I relent, releasing him from the hold. But the torment is far from over.

I transition into a kimura or double armlock, this time focusing on his right arm. His cries of pain are music to my ears as he taps desperately, trying to escape my iron grip. I taunt him, telling him how pathetic he is, how easily I can break him.

"Submit," I command again, my voice dripping with contempt. He taps once more, his body shaking uncontrollably. But I refuse to acknowledge his submission, instead increasing the pressure on his elbow.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally taps out, his body limp and defeated. I roll him onto his back, my gaze never leaving his, and pin his arms above his head. He tries to resist, but it's futile.

"You're mine," I whisper, my breath hot against his neck. "And you'll do anything I say."

I slip my judogi pants off, revealing myself in sheer, shiny pantyhose with soft silky white panties underneath. The look of shock and horror on his face is priceless.

"Now," I say, my voice low and menacing, "you're going to worship my body."

I lean down and whisper in his ear, my breath hot and moist against his skin. "You're going to taste every inch of me, feel every curve, and beg for more."

With that, I climb onto his chest, straddling his hips. He tries to resist, but it's too late. I'm in control now, and I intend to keep it that way.

As I ride him, I torment his body with every move, every grind, every moan. I'm in total command, and he's nothing but my plaything.

When I'm done, I dismount him, my gaze never leaving his. "You're lucky," I say, a smirk playing on my lips. "Because next time, it'll be even worse."

With that, I pick up my gi pants and walk out of the room, leaving him there, battered and broken. He'll be thinking about this for days, weeks, maybe even months. And all I can say is, "Just wait until next time."

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