Trista-Ayane vs Okami-Ataru (finished)

Aside from that teasing grinding, Ayane's crossface brought lots of pain to the already tired Okami, and he was almost going to tapout. But, in a last squirming effort he realized that their sweaty bodies worked in his favor and he managed to squirm out her hold.

"NGRRRRRR... i... i d-did it..!!", he groaned and panted, hardly believing he had managed to escape as he slowly tried to crawl away, towards a corner.

Yet, there were a pair of long, sexy legs waiting for him at that corner: "O-Oh...n-noes...", he said, looking up at Trista's face, realizing he had just placed himself between the two girls, virtually sealing his own fate.

Ayane would get up and kick Okami in the ribs before tagging Trista in, where they would bring him to the canter of the ring. Ayane would lay down on her stomach, while Trista would place his face on her butt, and sit on the back of his head, locking in the clam clamp.

"M-Mrfff...", he flailed meekly with no chance to escape. Okami's face was pressed deeper into Ayane's soft butt, cutting off his air as Trista sat teasingly on his head to hold him in placeso that both the girls could take pleasure from his entrapment: Okami's ruffled hair were burshing nicely under Trista's hips, while Ayane had his warm breathing trapped into her butt, suffocating him in such a taunting way.

The ref-girl giggled in evident amusment at Okami's predicament. She was supposed to start counting to limit the time of the girls' tag team maneuvre, but her count was teasingly veeeery slow, matter of factly allowing the girls all the time to toy and smother him out as they pleased.

Trista and Ayane started to rub their butts in an almost hypnotic motion, as they tryed to smother their opponent enough to where they could later pin him without mush trouble at all, making the victory and the personal washing theirs for the taking.

"mmf... mf....". Lulled and smothered so teasingly inbetween the girls' rubbing hips, Okami would soon give into the inevitable.

His sleepy, unresisting head was now gently rocked from side to side as he went limp, and they could enjoy his muffled whimpers fade to nothing, knowing that he belonged to their soft butts now.

"Quick Trista, get off!" Ayane had said to her, turning Okami and pinning him down. Hooking his legs and called the ref to start the count. "ONE....TWO...."

Okami was virtually unconscious when Ayane locked him down for the count in a teasing cradle hold pin, so he didn't make any resistence as the count proceeded, his face blushing as he was barely conscious of Ayane's curvy body pressing him down.
Eventually, the ref-girl's hand was slapped to the mats for the final count, sealing the boys.. and especially Okami's fate. "THREE.!!!"

Ayane and Trista celebrated their win, Trista by hugging the ref girl, and Ayane by giving Okami a kiss on the lips. They then went to each other and hugged. Ayane stating "Well Trista, we get a free washing and a free meal!" Trista responed with "Really? Hey Okami, get up!"

"N-Nhhhgh... w-who... mrr... w-what time is it..", he groaned in cute drowzy confusion, reminding of some child reluctantly awakaning in the early morning.

His blurring vision started to focus, and his cheeks blushed as he slowly realized he was laying down at the girl's feet, both Trista and Ayane smiling down teasingly at their "showering pet".

"Ready to go Okami?" Trista had asked "You are going to get to touch our nice bodys!" Ayane had stated, both of them turning around and shaking the butts at him.