His face in agony, his balls on the very edge of being destroyed, Joe managed to hiss out, "Coward, should have known you could not beat me in the real bearhug." The insult stung just as bad as before, and she knew she had to take him in it and prove herself superior.
Letting go with a suddeness that made Joe gasp and almost collapse to his knees from the sudden release of pain to his balls that she felt were nothing but poor marbles anyway, she took a half step planting her chest against his her breasts grinding against him and threw her arms around him in a bearhug using the inside grip. "You are going to regret those words boy" she said, a very dangerous tone in them, I'll take your stupid challange and I won't let go until your arms hang limply at your side unable to squueze any longer and then I'm going to show you how a woman finishes a wimp like you." A wicked grin crosses her face and she says "Feel those firm breasts grinding in to you? When you are helpless I'm going to force you down to the ground and on to your back, and then I'll release the bearhug and plant these breasts over your face and smother you out. Maybe I'll let you survive the smother and be my slave and maybe I'll snuff you out for being so foolish to challenge me! With that she started to pour on the pressure

What do you do now?

	Joe matches her in the bearhug
	Joe panics and. . . .

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