Playfight ends with a knee

[I pretty much only like knees. Here's another short AI made story]

As they playfully wrestled on the living room carpet, their limbs tangled and their bodies pressed close together, Jason couldn't help but notice the delicate fabric of Emily's panties, a soft shade of baby pink that hugged her curvaceous hips and molded itself to the contours of her womanhood. Her voluptuous figure felt so warm and inviting beneath him, her breath hot against his skin, her legs strong and supple as they writhed and twisted in their playful struggle. The thin fabric of her panties, he mused, did little to conceal the outline of her mound and the soft, plush folds of skin that surrounded her most intimate area. In fact, they seemed to accentuate it, creating a subtle yet undeniable cameltoe effect that caused an unexpected stirring in his loins.

"Nice cameltoe," he murmured, unable to resist the urge to tease her. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt a dull impact in his groin, and he knew that he had made a mistake.
Emily's gaze flickered downward for a moment, taking in the obvious bulge in his sweatpants, and her expression hardened. Without warning, she had thrust her knee upward between his legs, catching him completely off guard. There was a sharp pain, like a hot poker being driven through his abdomen, and he let out a gasp, lurching forward in agony.
"Oohh my nuts!" he cried, his sack flattened around her raised knee. "Low blow, Emily! "

She smirked up at him, a wicked glint in her eye. "That's for looking at my panties, perv," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Before he could react, she lowered her thigh and drove her knee back up into his crotch again, this time with even more force. His eyes crossed, face contorted into a comedic portrait of male agony. He arched his back, letting out a high-pitched wail.
"And that's for getting a boner," she added, her voice almost sing-song. As he rolled off her and lay in the fetal position, writhing in agony, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the power she held over him. It was intoxicating. She watched as he struggled to breathe, clutching his injured manhood, and she couldn't help but wonder what else she could do to make him squirm.