Arya vs Ataru - Penalty match (complete)

"Ooof...! 0///0". Ataru's successful tackle would end with Arya laying down, his body nestled between her luscious legs and his face rubbed against her smooth tummy.

"H-Hehe... you have seen nothing yet...*kiss*", the boy would reply, taking the chance to give a teasing kiss to Arya's belly button while his hands ran to the sides of her luscious thighs.

Taking his time to tease Arya while he was basically between her legs was an obvious potential backfire on Ataru, but the Japanese boy could not see it, too engrossed in the delightfl situation as he just kept fondling Arya for now.

Arya was smiling as they rolled around on the floor together, and he ended up between her legs.
She leans her head back, giggling and blushing at his kiss. "How romantic!" She yells, letting him fondle her legs.

The girl was letting him do his thing, but ready to snap her legs shut if need be.

Ataru thought that his sensual distraction were working quite well, so he decided to continue, moaning softly as he slithered down towards Arya's crotch with a few more kisses.

Once there, he would try to push her legs up into a semi-folded position, so that Arya's shoulders would be pinned down for the count. With his head basically nestled between Arya's warm velvety thighs as he pushed forward, he would soon find out whether he had got a good idea, or if he had basically put himself into a beautifully dangerous trap.

"ONE...!", the ref-girl started to count, having acknowledged Ataru's attempt at a pinfall.

Arya was leaned back, moaning like a whore from his kisses. "Ohhh myy gooddd~" She moans, then finally looks down at him.
"Idiot~" She giggles, and squeezes the thighs tight.

Ataru was intent at keeping his pin, head still nestled between Arya's beautifully toned thighs.

"TWO...!", went the ref-girl. And then, just when Ataru had been lulled enough into a treacherous confidence... Those smooth thighs had started to put the squeeeeeze around his neck.

"G-gasp...noo..! Unghhhhhhh....!". His hands were still running along Arya's thighs, but now it was in an attempt at easing the pressure of her sensually lethal headscissor.

Arya was holding him in his place, her lucious thighs envolping him. "Poor boy~" the girl signs, not taking care to the ref counting to 2. "Squirm all you want"

In spite of being the one in troubles there, Ataru was very close to win this round with a quick count of three.

Unfortunately, Arya's headscissor would make him woozy, losing balance and falling to one side, with her thighs still securely wrapped around his head.
"n-noo...nghhhhffhhh..". Arya could now squeeze his cute neck to her heart's content, and he was in a position that forced him to look at her satisfied smile too!

Arya lifted her shoulders, and smiled at him trapped in her thighs. "Cutie, struggle more for me~" She requests, shaking her legs back and forth for him.

"G-gasp... I am.... trying... ngghhfff.....!". The cute boy was all red faced now, both from the embarrassing entrapment and from lack of air. His hands kept rubbing Arya's smooth skin searching for some leverage to try and fight her sensually crushing squeeze, but without much success.

All the while, Arya was swaying her hips and swinging her legs forcing the poor trapped boy to follow her playfully mocking movements.
"Ngghfhhh... o///o". Slowly, Ataru's strenght and stamina were being sapped, and with the additional taunt of making him feel like she was rocking him back and forth between her beautiful thighs, making him ever weaker and more tired.

The cosplayer was letting out slight, humiliated moans as she held him in her scissor hold, keeping in the punishing but soft thigh'd squeeze.
"You going to sleep in thr middle of the ring, don't you?" She asks, making sure she had slow grinds on him.