In the lap of luxury - Eiruferu-Andy POW aftermatch

Eiruferu kept taunting Andy and belittling the the whole male genre, not losing her gracefulness and control even in the middle of such intense love ride.

On the contrary, Andy was a pityful, erotically seduced mess, overwhelmed by her feminine power, incapacitated to fight back because of the hypnotizing bouncing of her breasts.

Of course, such weakness didn't go unnoticed by the busty queen, and one moment later, Andy's face was nestled inbetween Eiruferu's large breasts, subject to another bosomy pummeling as she boasted about the power her marvellus breasts exerted on his mind.

"Mmmbblurrblurrblubb...! @///@". Rolled around as those soft yet heavy pillows battered him side to side, Andy enterteined her with stifled blubbering sounds, getting dizzy and helpless while the sensuous beating amped his erotic surrender, bringing him closer and closer to a humiliating climax.

It was hopeless for Andy to even give an ounce of struggle against his busty opponent at this point, and no matter the case she’d never give him the chance to properly recover. And this couldn’t be more evident as she rode him with such enthusiasm. The boy had been utterly demolished both in their official match and the aftermatch he was enduring right now.

But even then, she showed him not an ounce of mercy, using her hips and breasts to stimulate and beat down his remaining strength away. And it was quite evident that she enjoyed every second, her smile never fading while she erotically dominated Andy.

“You’re at your limit.” The bursts Queen would say, knowing full well as she felt him tremble in her. “Nothing less expected from an inferior fighter such as yourself. Let it be known you will not be the last boy in this league I dominate into submission, but feel a sense of satisfaction that you will be the first.”

The Queen would never relent in her erotic display, riding the boy faster and faster until the moment he’d release his surrender into her. But even as he would burst out, she never would stop her breasts pummeling his face. As she’d force him down onto his back, moving up to get a better angle to continue her breasts unrelenting barrage, she would let Andy know that this suffocating beatdown wouldn’t end until he was completely unconscious.

Opposite than Eiruferu's evident basking in great joy from having a previously proud male, even a former champ, completely dominated by her feminine charms and womanly power, Andy was experiencing utter humiliation as a male and a wrestler, suffering the ultimate war-of-sexes demise as her triumphant womanhood bullied, squeezed, grinded, his stiff, hopelessly engulfed symbol of male pride, leading its throbbing girth to disgraceful submission.

Speaking of symbolism, having his dizzy head nestled, pummeled and suffocated inbetween Eiruferu's enormous breasts was the perfect representation of how a male's mind would be easily overpowered, once caught into her encompassing royal bosom.

"Mngh...<3... Mnnrrffhhh.. <333... Mnnnrfffhhhh... @///@". Eventually, Andy's air-deprived surrender would be certified by a muffled cry of delirious extacy tingling her bosom with a nicely prolonged vibration, his willpower drowning into lustful helplessness as he shoot the latest ounces of  stamina into a series of erotic twitching spasms right into her actively pulsating womanhood, until he was totally drained of both sexual and physical strenght.

Entrusted into her unyelding bosomy embrace, the poor boy's face would be rolled and pounded and bounced inthere, arms dropped to his sides like limp spaghetti. To his drooping mind, the action was now happening in a sort of taunting slow-motion, sleepiness growing as Eiruferu's punishing mammaries felt ever more like comfortable pillows, heavenly pillows to which smothering softness he could blissfully succumb.

"Mmmpfhh.... @///@". More felt than heard within her cleavage, his lessening mumblings signaled that Andy could not stay conscious much longer now.

“Humph, and like that you’ve expired.” Eiruferu would state, feeling his destructive climax while she continued to pummel his face with her breasts. “It’s a shame boys like you are so easy to break. It’d be much more fun if you were able to at least last longer in a fight.”

True to her goal, the busty queen wouldn’t let up on her breasts swinging until Andy was completely knocked out. And once he finally was, he would be unceremoniously be simply released from her bosom, the queen dropping his head before getting up off of him, freeing his abused boyhood from her womanhood.

Changing back into her queenly attire, Eiruferu would open the door to her two guards, both listening attentively to their queen. “I am done with the boy, see to it he’s removed from here at once.” She’d order before walking off. “And be sure that the maids come by and clean up the mess.”

Too much drained and exhausted to stay conscious any longer, poor Andy had been pummeled into smothered sleep by Eiruferu's smothering breasts just moments after tonight's latest disgraceful climax from his part.
But the sexy powerful queen had kept rolling and dominating him inbetween her swinging melons for a much longer time, taking great joy from bullying the limp boy within her bosom even with her complete triumph and dominance being more than secured.

Flopped onto the royal bed like the overused and discarded toy that he was, Andy would have the dim sensation of his slumbering frame being prodded, turned around, picked up and carried away by soft yet firm delicate hands. Later, he would have to add some new, uncomfortable meanings to the phrase "A night to remember".