Arya vs Ataru - Penalty match (complete)

With Arya's desperately rubbing her tush against Ataru's boyhood, he was almost about to lose his grip when she luckily (for him) submitted.

With the  bell ringing to confirm Ataru winning the round and thus bringing the score to a 2-2 tie, he would immediately let go of his hold, unwilling to inflict further pain to the beautiful charming opponent.

"Uff uff...... and now for your penalty time....", Ataru would mumble, trying to figure out something. He wasn't really expecting to win the fourth round after all, and his legs were trembling, so he needed a penalty that allowed him to relax some.

"Oh I got it! Hehe... y-you... have to give me a minute lap dance while I'm sitting at the corner", he finally said, taking his seat at the corner. He was ashamed a bit at coming out with such pervy request... but honestly eager to have the beautiful Arya have some seductive dance for him.

Arya kept screaming as she tapped out, and fell to the ground, nursing her shoulders. She would heard his request, looking humiliated. "I-I'm not a private dancer!" She protested, standing up.

"Hehe well I know you are not a private dancer... that's why this is a penalty. But you can always refuse.... and lose the whole match by disqualification", Ataru grinned making himself comfortable in his seat at the corner.

Well, the truth was that Ataru was too tired to go for some kind of punishment that required him burn more of his scarce remaining energies.

What he didn't realize was that a sensual lapdance at this point of the match could be a possible backfire on himself in sight of the final round.

Arya sighed, then stepped forward, getting really close to him. She pressed her rear against him, giving a little wiggle, then started dancing away. Even after the minute ended, she kept going, make sure she occasionally rubbed his dick.

Ataru enjoyed Arya's heavenly tush as she gave him a beautifully twerking lapdance. It was only after the minute had expired that he realized the flaw in his penalty idea...
Arya was still rubbing and grinding, and he felt his legs trembling as she had completely aroused him, causing a shameful bulge to press his stretchy wrestling shorts.

"Uhhh.... t-that was surely a nice penalty.... you might not be a private dancer but you have a-awesome moves", he admitted with a fully blushed face, gently placing his hands on her hips as to stop her, while the ref confirmed that the penalty tiime was done... and that the final round could be started any moment now.

Arya took his hands, and guiding him to stand, and started to grind on him like it was a club. She knew his shaky legs would give out soon.

Like hypnotized by Arya's slow grindings, Ataru was unable and unwilling to resist as she took his hands and pulled him up, keeping him sensually entranced like that.

Soon the bell rung signaling the starting of the final round under the giggling amusement of the female audience.
"Gasp.... oh no.....", he moaned, realizing his bad predicament as his legs barely kept him standing and she had him in her seductive grip.

She would kick at his calf, intending to bring him down, or to his knees. "Whats wrong, can't handle how much of a woman I am?"

Arya's "little help" was more than enough to bring the poor Ataru down to his knees.

"ughh... Oh..no..". Trapped thanks to his own penalty idea, the silly boy was now forced to look up closely at Arya's peach perfect booty.

Arya would start to twerk right on his face, still dancing away. "Kiss my butt and call me mistress, my little boytoy~ I'm bringing you home after I win, gonna collar you up and make you my pet~"