🏆 Campeón en el mat, Dom Top Alfa sin miedo al contacto. 💪🔥 Amateur grappler dominating submissions. Link in bio for uncensored matches & Meetups! #AlphaDom
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Seated against the pads, hand fighting before the third round starts.
Six matches with this man and he still comes forward.
Sin tregua, carnal: ¿respeto o rivalidad, qué pesa más en la sexta?
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On top of him, my arm threaded under his shoulder, his cheek on the mat.
He looks at the camera. I look at him. Only one of us is comfortable.
Aplastado y sin aire, morro: ¿pides tiempo o pides perdón?
Chest on his back, arm hooked under his, pressing him down into the mat.
He wanted to know what a wrestler feels like. Now he knows.
El peso no perdona, carnal: ¿te volteas o aguantas boca abajo?
Cigarette between my lips, both fists up, chest out.
He stays at my lap while I enjoy the view of my own arms.
Puro ego y humo, morro: ¿te molesta o te gusta verlo?
On top of Nocturmex, knees wide, driving him flat into the mat.
Round two of the sixth meeting and he is already chest down.
Sin tregua, machín: ¿te paras o te quedas pegado a la lona?
Head and arm wrapped up, my chest on his, looking straight down at him.
Fourteen minutes in and the blue singlet has stopped bridging.
Cabeza y brazo, carnal: ¿tapeas o te duermes?
Masked guest flat on his back between my legs, his arm trapped under mine.
He came in cocky. He leaves quiet.
La máscara no te salva, carnal: ¿cuánto dura la soberbia abajo?
Head to head, my whole frame driving down into him.
He pushes on my head with both arms and buys himself nothing.
Presión que no negocia, machín: ¿empujas la cabeza o proteges el cuello?
Seated behind the lucky follower, his back on my chest, my arms locked around his.
He asked for a real one. This is what a real one feels like.
Pediste pelea, morro: ¿ya te arrepentiste o todavía no?
Both hands on top of his head, guiding him exactly where I want him.
No words needed, the pressure says everything.
Sin prisa y sin permiso: ¿quién lleva el control aquí?
Kneeling at his side, both hands gripping his singlet strap and chest, looking down at the hood.
Arms out, flat on his back, waiting to find out what happens next.
Ya eres mío, morro: ¿lo levanto por las tiras o lo dejo pensar?