Meya's spectacular debut: Meya vs Ataru (for Talimaya)

"Nhhgh... n-no.... " Ataru's arms flailed helplessly to try and keep his balance, but he was inevitably dragged down backwards with Meya.

With her strong thighs coiled around him to hold him in place, there was no way he could escape now, though he kept struggling, which only got to produce an even more taunting rocking movement, while he could feel the warm softness of Meya's ample breasts cushioning his back.

Meya would breath on the back of Ataru's next, starting to rub herself more against him as she held him tight. "Your going to be mine the rest of the match Ataru." Her legs gave a tighter squeeze on his midsection, before she'd move to press her foot aginst his crotch, smiling to herself. "You should give in and just enjoy it. Or would you rather not enjoy it at all?"

"Nhhh..nevehhngh...." Willing or not, Ataru was starting to give into Meya's exotic submission, as she was draining energies from his body, only to redirect them to the embarassed bulge in his wrestling shorts.

Part of the crowd was silent, shocked at how early in the match the sexy newcomer had gained the upper stance, but most of the arena was roaring happily, just loving Meya's sexy way to dominate her opponent. Soon the trapped boy had to release a faint moan, and she knew he was all hers to play with at the moment.

Meya couldn't help but continue to smile as she heard Ataru moan. She'd release him from the body scissor, loosening her sleeper just enough as she rolled them to the side. She tried to move herself around so she'd end up in front of Ataru. It would likely result with his face buried against her breasts though, a giggle escaping her lips as she rubbed against Ataru. "Thats better. Your enjoying this aren't you?"

With Ataru temporarily dizzy due to her sleeperhold, Meya could have an easy way to roll him onto his back and entrap the squirming boy into an even more embarassing hold, covering his face with her smothering breasts.

"Wah.. nommrfff...." . His uneased protest would be promptly muffled by Meya's large melons, as his desperate wrigglings caused them to wobble and jiggle around, his trapped head fitting nicely inthere. At the same time, meek hands were trying to push the dominant sexy girl off, in the hope to gain some room for his nose and mouth to catch a breathe. "L-Let gomphhhhfff.."

At this point, most would usually pin Ataru's hands to the mat. But Meya was feeling quite frisky and confident of her situation. Grabbing ahold of Ataru's wrists, she'd move his hands to her breasts instead. "Come now. Don't fight it. We're going to have so much fun together." She kept his face trapped by her breasts, but she was hardly trying to keep him down now. He was like putty in her hands. Moving her right leg, she'd slide her thigh between his legs, starting to rub against the bulge in his pants, wanting to lure him further into her trap.

And, to Ataru's misfortune, Meya's WAS actually in complete control. With her weakened opponent even more dazed and mesmerized in the smothering confines of her breasts, she had all the chances to play with her boytoy.

A muffled sound vibrated through her surrounding bosoms as he squirmed underneath her in embarassed arousal, unable to escape as she was now subdoing her prisoner with her playfully erotic domination.

"m-mrff.... <3" From the worshipping strokes of his hands rubbed against her soft melons, and the increasingly warm bulge in his pants she could tell the boy was falling body and mind under her power, and the crowd was loving it!

Not wanting Ataru to pass out just yet, Meya would pull back and allow him to breath. She'd let out a soft moan, enjoying the feel of his hands rubbing her breasts. "Good boy." She kept grinding her leg against his crotch, wanting to draw him further towards an orgasm. She wondered how much longer he would hold out. "Now do as I say and beg for me to dominate you."

Ataru's face flared to bright red, due both to deep embarassement and the prolonged air restrainting: " W-Wha...? N-Never.... i'm not going to say such thing...", he protested, trying to squirm out of her grip.

If he could, he was trying to roll them so that he would get ontop. Though, the relentless caress of Meya's leg was rendering him weak and aroused, making his efforts quite feeble against her sensually dominating opponent.

"Mmm... your being a bad boy now. So I'm going to have to punish you.." She'd once more press her chest against his face, smothering him as she pressed her leg hard up against his crotch, likely hard enough to hurt. "I don't mind punishing you like this. But I'll give you one last chance. Squeeze my breasts once if you'll be a good boy. If not...I'll have to really make you cry in pain."