One of Noel's specials in BlazBlue has her grab her opponent between her thighs, flip him over, then shoot him. Aunt Doris looked slightly haggard in the morning. Not hung-over. I knew what hangovers look like. Aunt Doris asked me to drive her to the nearest airport, about two hours away from College Town. There was a 7:30 flight for Los Angeles. She said she had to be on it. She had appointments in Tinseltown. Important appointments she couldn’t afford to miss.

Done by accident in Ayakashi Triangle when Matsuri gets Punched Across the Room and collides with Suzu, causing a Twisted-Knee Collapse over Matsuri's head. Suzu instinctively pulls her legs together trying to cover herself, but just squeezes Matsuri's head and makes it harder for him to get out. Gotta warn you, Paul, I, uh, might get carried away when I'm winning," she said innocently, looking at my confused face. "It's just that, well, beating up guys makes me...."Pella from Looking for Group kills a guard through the bars of her cage with this technique, promising to compose a song about it later. Fans have since done so , naming this trope. Set to the tune of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" no less! The PSP game Def Jam Fight for NY: Takeover changed the movelist of most fighters, giving them new fighting styles. Some of the ladies gained the submission attribute, granting them a couple of "murderous thighs" moves. Lauren has a grounded head-/armscissors, Cindy got the Christo (headscissors armbar) and Kimora can pull her opponent face first into her crotch into a tight triangle choke. Kimora must have immensely powerful thighs, since her submission seems to do more damage then most other holds.

We were chilling for a while. Enjoyed the sun, listened to some music and chattered a little. After a while she asked if she could spread her legs, because they fall asleep. I didn't hesitate to say yes because now her legs were on both sides of my body which gave me that exciting feeling of my body between a strong pair of legs. Even she didn't know the right technique. I couldn't stand a chance. I tapped after about 30 seconds.Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming.." Janice roared, humping her cunny against his chest now as the sheer scissoring bulk of her huge thighs pushed his head away from her sweaty ass. Dustin had told me how they had indeed started wrestling, playfully at first. It was fun foreplay, getting them both excited. To make it more interesting, he said, he had taught her a little about wrestling, and she had learned well. After a few weeks she was holding her own with him, usually avoiding being pinned. And then, amazingly, she had surpassed Dustin's ability and began to defeat him regularly. He was obviously embarrassed to admit this to me, but his current situation had become unendurable. Alexis no longer wanted to wrestle just as a precursor to making love...now she took satisfaction in beating Dustin at various times of the day, for various reasons. If she had a bad day at work, she took it out on Dustin. If they disagreed about where to go out for dinner, she would wrestle him to submission and physically force him to give in. She had discovered a dominant, sadistic side to her personality. As much as he loved her, he didn't want to be submissive. Try as he might, he couldn't win against her in a fight any more.

She shifted, putting her knees up on his arms, sitting dominantly on her beaten and cum-stained son.He screamed in pain now, directly into her gripping groin as the doctor’s thighs tightened mercilessly around him in ever-increasing jolts of extreme power. His face throbbed and he felt the left adductor go especially hard, focusing on the tooth it gripped and within a minute of being crushed in Dr. Tan’s legs, felt it wiggle in his mouth. He tries to smooth over the situation, but there’s not much sympathy left for you when you’re involved with a woman’s leg destruction not once, but twice. Lady Port-Huntley stabs him, repeatedly, with a remnant of her glass leg and finally has her revenge. Aunt Doris showed up at the wheel of a cherry-red custom convertible. She had a white scarf around her hairdo, big sunglasses. She looked like a movie star from Hollywood, which is exactly where she drove from. She parked liked she never really learned to drive. Maybe she’d been drinking. When she stepped out of the car, she went from Hollywood movie star to dorm room smoker babe. Aunt Doris was 50 pounds lighter than the last time I saw her, but none of the weight loss was from hips, keister or bosom. The pounds took 10 years with them. Suddenly I was extremely glad my Aunt Doris had come to see me. Well, no, not really, but he has no choice I just like to rassle around, you know what I mean," she said, flashing that wide smile at me.