Workouts and First Acquaintances

Though Makie couldn't see it, Crista was practically leaning back mornin her palms, stretching out the full athletic length of her body on display even as her powerful thighs remained clamped around Makie's skull. The site was not lost on Kyo-- even as he shouted encouragement to Makie, he blushed as he found his eyes frequently straying over the beauty who was busy crushing his sister to death.

Makie, for her part, was in an increasingly bad situation. Her air supply was gone, and she was dragging in ragged breaths through the vice grip of Crista's legs. It was abundantly clear st this point that her opponent wasn't going to budge- and by extension neither was she.

"Come on, Makie," she heard Kyo shout. "A little closer! Go for the tag!"

Makie closed her eyes, and once last time, arched her body, trying to pull herself closer to Kyo. It was to no avail: Crista's legs were made of iron, and little by little, she felt herself passing out. There was nothing else she could do: she weakly tapped at her opponent's leg, signalling her submission.