Amelie vs Ataru: nighty~night match (for scorn53)

Amelie's fans cheered and laughed gleefully at how she was visibly enjoy too much the cute male doll smothered in her warm cleavage to be parted from him just yet.

As for Ataru, he was dimly aware of his arm getting lifted up by the wrist and dropped down for the first time, but his mind was otherwise drifting deeper and deeper into sleep, gently smothered by Amelie's soft breasts and lulled into obedient slumber by her teasingly maternal humming. Her cleavage provided a warm and moist nest for his face, intoxicating him with a mesmerizing scent and making sure that Ataru could not even want to resist her bosomy jail.

"nnnfhh.... @///@... Zzzz.... ".
Ataru's arm was lifted and dropped for the second time, limp and unresisting like before, but this time the young boy was not even barely aware of the events, sleeping like a good boy in Amelie's cuddly finisher.

Amelie's arms had already begun to soften up, aware that the chances of her foe suddenly coming to life so near to the end of the count where slim and then some. With the final wave of her opponents arm by the referee, she would be declared victor of the second fall, with now both points in her favour.

Quickly dropping Ataru to his back softly upon the mat, the French beauty would assume a resting posture in the nearest corner, all the while the official tended to the boy for the next round. Whilst she did so, she couldn't help but begin to smirk at both her handiwork, and the thick bead of drool now in her cleavage. Trying her best to wipe what she could with her already sweaty arm, Amelie was already licking her lips as she considered ideas for how she'd put out Ataru again...

Once again Amelie had put Ataru to sleep in a sensually taunting way, down in her deep cleavage. Leisurely taking a break into her corner, the French bombshell was like a sultry goddess: her ample breasts, now shiny and glistening, looked even more seductive and the audience was totally charmed by such a sexy "heel that you can't help but love". Most of the fans were cheering for Amelie... while a few others, basically young women giggling and commenting on how adorable Ataru looked when asleep, were taking snapshots of the slumbering wrestler.

Meanwhile, the ref-girl was tending at the unconscious boy, ventilating him and lightly slapping his face until he came to his senses.
"Uhhhh.... my head.... g-gasp.... oh no..again..? 0///0" , was the first thing he would say as his blurry eyes focused on the giant scoarboard:

Winner of the 2nd round: Amelie via breastsmother KO - Amelie: 2 - Ataru: 0

Blushing at the persistent perfume of Amelie's cleavage still teasing his senses, the young male would nod his head yes at the ref's question if he was able to continue. Using the ropes for support, Ataru would finally stand up and get ready... well sort of, with his stance made somewhat unsteady from the recent smother-ko.

Now that the point was officially in Amelie's grasp, she had every reason to be as smug as she was being. Not that she wouldn't be any less regardless, the match being in her favour for the vast majority. She'd take her time on her approach, hand sliding across the ropes as she approached like a killer stalking all but beaten pray.

"You look tired my sweet...shall I put you to bed quickly...or take my time..."

Sensually approaching, the towering beauty talked like just pondering about how long to play with him, but in the end he was going to be tucked to sleep like a baby: in other words, she was not even considering the chance that Ataru could score one single point against her.

"Unffhh.... It will take you plenty of time, if I can have a say in it...! 0///0". If anything, Ataru had not lost his fighting spirit. Still, the best part of his strenght and stamina had gone after 2 smother-KOs in a row.
"Here i come...!"

The young boy knew well that he could not afford to stay there and let Amelie attack first in his current conditions, so he decided to take the initiative: approaching for a starting collarbone-shoulder grapple, he would push and tug for a few moments trying to get a good grip. If Amelie did nothing to prevent him, the Japanese boy would then grab one of Amelie's arms, step in and swiftly turn around, wishing to catch the sexy amazon by surprise with a judo throw.

The potential backfires in this maneuvre were represented by his worn down state and Amelie's taller and stronger body, and if he failed he was probably going to put himself right into Amelie's arms, but at this point of the match Ataru had no choice but to take the biggest risks.
"Hyaaaa...! 0///0", Amelie would hear Ataru's funny/brave yell as he tried to perform his martial arts throw.

Amelie's confidence had clearly taken control, and rightfully so. Two points in, and all the amazon had to show for it was a thin trail of sweat to her brow. Closing the distance with rightfully smug smile equipped, she'd extend her arms eager to see what Ataru had left in him

"Ohhh...so you want more time with me...so flattering..." Throwing a wink as Ataru requested a slow end, she'd find herself easily pulled up and over with momentum and leverage against her. She visibly wasn't too much concerned; now lying flat on her back with the sweaty Ataru landing on top of her. Apparently, she didn't have a care in the world.

Ataru was almost surprised, but overall relieved to see that he had been able to pull a good start of the 3rd round thanks to his successful hip-toss, which had brought him ontop of her curvy frame too, granting him to keep the initative advantage.

But two things still made him nervous: Amelie's carefree, seductive smile, showing no concern at all about her situation. And, the cushiony softness of her ample bosom. Knowing that his apparent upper stance could turn into a backfire at any time, Ataru shifted into a kneeling stance close to Amelie's long luscious legs, hooking each of them at knee level under his arms as he tried to set himself into a good position to try a boston crab submission.

"G-Gotcha...! Umffhh... 0///0", said the handsome boy with the kind of voice of someone who is mostly trying to convince himself, huffing from exertion and trying to turn Amelie onto her belly, which was far from assured.

Quite the opposite, with Ataru's slim body nestled between Amelie's strong thighs and the mesmerizing distraction provided by their glistening smoothenss rubbing against his skin, this particular kind of leglock could clearly risk to turn into a boomerang. But against the French amazon, a potential backfire could not be avoided whatever he tried after all.

Amelie's coy, carefree gaze was not to be taken wrongly. She was acting docile and easy to control, but if Ataru tried to turn the entire contest against her, she'd be quick to react.

Like now.

With her foe trying the monumental task of flipping the much greater beauty onto her front, Amelie would simply give into her foes desire for her legs. By wrapping them both around Ataru, as he went for one, of course! Aiming for a waist scissors, Amelie wouldn't squeeze so much as pull fiercely, trying to ground her opponent once more. Likely, on top of herself...

The big flaw in Ataru's plan to flip over Amelie was soon made evident as the sexy amazon easily countered with a bodyscissor lock, happily proceeding to squeeze his waist between her luscious thighs.

"U-Ungghfff.... d-dammit.... 0///0!!!" His eyes widened in uneased concern and a faint groan escaped from his lips as Amelie had him like a cute mouse in her leggy trap. The boy's hand ran along those sexy strong legs in seek of leverage to try and pry them apart, but with Amelie's ankles crossed behind him to secure the hold, he was not likely to go anywhere.

And his low chances decreased drastically when she suddenly pulled him close, having the young boy lose balance and fall forward right onto her awaiting curvy body.
"G-Gasp...! 0///0". The confused and embarrassed expression on his face would be probably priceless for Amelie, as the boy was now still ontop but definitely not in control any longer, locked in her squeezing embrace and close to her bouncy bosom while his unseased squirming struggles didn't seem to lead him anywhere.

Again, Amelie's legs were not outright crushing, but they were most certainly not holding the boy lightly. Given Ataru's current level of stamina, the taller beauty sensed and escape would be a monumental task in itself, if Ataru was to simply aim to pull free of course.

Bringing her hands behind her head, Amelie would simply adopt a resting, almost yawning position with eyes once more skewed.

"Enjoying yourself...my pet...?" She'd purr, knowing that in some way, the feeling of her thick supple thighs might be enjoyable to some.