My massive, steel-hard quads lock around his head in every scissorhold he can take: front, reverse, standing, side squeezes. His face turns purple, eyes bulge, desperate gasps escape while I laugh and taunt right in his trapped face.” Aww, already tapping? Too bad—Mommy’s thighs aren’t done crushing you yet “Non-stop verbal humiliation, breath play, muscle flexing, and pure thigh domination. How long would YOU survive between these pythons?