Arina's last shot was, without a doubt everything she had. Feeling herself come down *hard* upon the floor, pressure right on her backside, she rubs at it gently, cringing at the initial pain of her hitting the ground forcefully butt-first. But before she can possibly react, Arina is yanked to the floor quickly between  Sasha's muscular legs, and pressed against her nether regions, her arm uncomfortably kept held by the larger girl. She was simply..out of energy to fight at this point, a few loose trickles of sweat running down the curves of her legs, scents mixing on her body - one of sweat, and love nectar..to create a rather..exotic aroma.<br/><br/>Arina grunts in pain as she's secured against Sasha's crotch, a helpless whimper exiting her lips as she lightly kicks her feet against the mat..being quite obvious that she wasn't going to get out..  though she'd try for a few more moments..she was rather physically..exhausted.<br/><br/>"mff..mff.."<br/><br/>((Arina's Head : 7/9<br/>((Arina's Stamina : 1d5