One of Noel's specials in BlazBlue has her grab her opponent between her thighs, flip him over, then shoot him. It's such a signature move that the third licensed fighting game, Chougi Ranbuhen, actually turned it into Ranma's standard throw move (for both genders.) Anne, what's so funny, c'mon," I asked my pretty wife, who was sitting on this warm day in short shorts, t-shirt and sandals. "Please tell me."

I realize that in your condition it is getting more difficult to talk and to think; so, from now on when you want to submit you just tap on my leg or my arm, which ever one I'm using at the time on you. I will stop when I'm ready to stop and not before; but, I want you to let me know when you're ready to give up. I hope that I can make you last a little longer so we can have a little footage; but you're so weak. I know that I'm strong, but this is ridiculous. " She then placed my head between her calves and crushed my brains out with a standing head scissors. She would squeeze me until I was at the verge of passing out and then she would relax a little. I was frantically hitting on those hard as steel legs of hers and she was laughing and teasing me as she kept up the pressure. Mercifully, Brandi tired of this and released me from the hold. I fell in a heap at her feet. As an Homage to Kekko Kamen, Angel Blade's finishing move involves this. In accordance with the show's nature, it's done with extra focus on the space in-between.

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After some very enjoyable small talk (she has a great sense of humor), she asked if I was ready. I stripped down to my gym shorts and said, "as ready as I will be". Kayana laughed and said, "I won't torture you too bad". I replied, "oh please do". This brought gales of her infectious laughter. She removed her gown and came towards me. Of course, our relationship had a downside. To be frank, she was bossy. She had a tendency to whine or nag or cajole until she got her way. And when she didn't get her way, she pouted. It seemed to me she was a little immature, and a lot selfish. But so beautiful! What's wrong, are my feminine legs too much for you?" She pulsed her grip slightly, making him choke and panic a little more. "I want you to beg me. Beg me to let you go."

People still flew around in silver Constellations in those days. Everything in America looked big, beautiful, full of hope and dreams. I parked my incredible new car as close to the runway as the law allowed, watched the gleaming airplane taxi, race its engines and take off towards the sunset. I waved at the porthole I thought might be filled by Aunt Doris’s face. I stayed on the runway till dark. Don't give me that," I said even though I knew she was right. "You're the one who's getting off on it. You started this, not me." Alexis was regaining her composure. She looked at my crotch and saw the bulge in my khakis. "You got excited," she said, "and couldn't stop watching. Or maybe," she began, pausing as an idea formulated in her mind, "maybe you were afraid."

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And strong legs too, huh Mom?" Anne laughed. "Tell him, tell him about Daddy, what you used to do to him, before the divorce." You lied to me, young man!” she announced sternly, yanking the needle from his mouth. “I don’t think you deserve to wait for the Novocain to take effect!”

I was surprised, and even hurt, when she left me for Dustin. Dustin of all people...sort of a wuss, I always thought. Nice enough, kind of funny, but smaller and thin. He probably didn't weigh any more than Alexis herself. She told me he made her feel "important." Geez! She also mentioned that she had more fun with him, that they did silly things like wrestling around, and that he even let her win. Wrestling around? Letting her win? What a loser! And she left me for him? Good riddance! Though it isn't actually used in Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, on the DVD commentary, the graphics designer for the T-888 mentioned that he deliberately designed the skeletal thighs of the Terminator to have sharp edges on the inside, so that they could be used as scissors to lop off a human's head if it got its legs around them. Though to be fair, he did design the entire T-888 to have as much improvised weaponry as possible built into it, and that's far from the only way the machine has to kill someone. I heard her laughing. And asked why she is giggling. "I'm not even squeezing my legs together, I'm just holding!"

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...." As I mentioned before, she played multiple sports (as did I) and was about 30-40 lbs more than me and a few inches taller at the time. I was 13-14, and she is 4-5 years older than me. She has dark brown hair, a big gorgeous smile and was wearing a high ponytail that day.

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.

It's making you hot, isn't it?" she said, grinning contemptuously. "Beating up a girl. Seeing me beat up Dustin. What a pervert...getting off on this." She squeezed harder, clenching her white teeth and Dower screamed in agony, his hands slapping the vice-grip legs crushing his skull. While she didn't kill anyone, Sienna Duvall's face down "diva trap" choke was nasty enough to draw disqualification. Her legs were her best feature, short, sleek, compact and downright muscular, and she liked dressing to show them off around the office, never in an overboard way, but in smart business attire that included a skirt cut a few inches above the knees to show her rippling quads and killer hamstrings. She delighted in teasing her male patients with them, most of whom showed remarkable restraint. But occasionally, some would get out of hand. Enter Dr. Tan’s legs.