Yuto vs Sophia - Hentai Match

Yuto didn't even get to guess if Sophia was upset or not. His head was slammed to the canvas the woman dropped herself, causing her to be dazed and disoriented to say the least. There was no time for him to recover or gather his thoughts either as Sophia then grind herself against his features, barely allowing him to breath properly.

The boy could only groan and writhe in discomfort, but as it was, he couldn't do anything to give himself some breathing space as he was just powerless to do so. All he could do right now was to endure his predicament until Sophia got what she wanted.

Now she was starting to sweat. Sophia poured every scrap of concentration into getting exactly what she wanted from Yuto. Not an ounce of that focus did she spare for the fight that preceded, for what ultimately beat this whelp into submission between her legs.

“Pochti….pochti…!” She nearly choked on the Russian slipping free of her throat. Her face clenched tight in a contorted grimace before she finally came. Her hips faltered and spiraled into a quick torrent of convulsions. When the last one passed, she released a sigh of ecstasy and likewise Yuto’s head from her death-grip, letting the back of his skull hit the mat a useless thud.

Her head reclined to the ceiling, closing her eye and taking a few breaths to let the cool wash over. There was no better place to do so than this. A man where he was supposed to be, and an area that required service. Without looking down, Sophia slipped a finger low and peeled her bottoms slowly away, leaving a small opening for Yuto below. “Clean your mess.” She spoke with all the care of disciplining a child over a spilled glass.

Yuto gasped and panted after Sophia released his head, barely able to move at the moment thanks to the woman's powerful grip. While Sophia was recovering from her climax, the boy too had to recover from nearly blacking out. He didn't get too much of time to do so, however.

Sophia's command brought an almost immediate respond from his body, even if his mind was still a little groggy from the scissoring. He reached for the nether region of the woman and began to lap his tongue gently, like a puppy cleaning its water bowl.

Yuto was allowed to feel her in this moment. Physically, sensually, but mentally as well. She was in a far better mood and it was evident from the way her powerful thighs relaxed around his head, in the unusually gentle hum to his tongue against supple skin. Her body felt heavy and slightly drained. The seemingly endless road away from Mother Russia had left little room for intimacy betwixt planning and caution.

But now she could please herself to her heart’s content. How generous of Yuto to offer himself over so readily.

Sophia reached behind her and slithered a hand to wrap her fingers around his exposed member. The grip was less forceful and assertive from the first time he’d been graced with her touch. Her strokes began slow and methodical, rewarding him for such attentive obedience, yet not overindulging. He wasn’t worth that much. The more Yuto offered to her, the more he would feel. Already she could feel him melting beneath her.

Yuto twitched and let out a quiet moan into Sophia's womanhood as he felt her hand on his member. Servicing the woman had keeping him hard despite the breathing difficulty from the squeezing. His arousal was being slowly stirred, and he responded by licking her more attentively.

His tongue would run in circles, from big to small, looking to clean every single spot. Her taste and scent were already turning his mind into mush, and her stroking pretty much ensured that he'd remind docile under her, almost like a mindless doll. If only she could see how his face had turned silly from his predicament!

"Mmm... mmhhh..."

“I adore that docile look. It is beyond suiting.” And rather amusing now that she thought about it. But there was only so much time she was willing to waste away over Yuto’s tragic hilarity. A few more pumps would be his reward. Then she relinquished the grip on his stiff member to instead lean over and grasp him firmly by the jaw, holding him still as she brought their faces close. Nose to nose, eye to eye. “Stroke.”

She grabbed his hand and yanked it toward his cock, twitching uselessly in the cool air. “Finish without my permission and I will tear off your fucking balls.”

WIth that the Russian stood up off the Japanese boy and stepped away to the side, leaning herself against the ropes as she tugged at the open flap of her unzipped top, cooling the warmth from her body. Her head rolled around her neck, breathing in the air and letting the last bits of relief linger between her legs. The entire time her eye watched Yuto for even a breath of hesitance as he carried on her order. Assuming he was still fond of life.

Yuto gulped at Sophia's order and threat. A part of him didn't want to do it, but the rest of him knew better. He couldn't even think about hesitating with this woman. So his hand grabbed his manhood and began to stroke it slowly. He had to preserve a bit just in case she'd make him play the long game after all...

The boy could feel his face burning with embarrassment. Not just because of what he's doing, but from hearing the crowds laughing and cheering at him as well. Even if it's anything but a new experience for him at this point, there's still a part of him that felt rather uncomfortable by such situation.

A delicious sight to be certain. Sophia couldn’t help but allow a bemused giggle to slip free as she draped her arms over the top rope, relaxing her back to the restraints as she leaned against them, watching as Yuto ever so willfully deprived himself. Dutiful to the end. There was something in that pathetic demeanor that she found admirable. She would laugh at it, and would continue to do so, but admirable nonetheless. Her amethyst hair spilled over her shoulders and along the length of her arms as she rolled her head head to one side.

“Look at me, Yuto.” It was as if she could whisper the words from a distance. She curled a lock of hair around her finger, allowing those purple locks to slowly unravel as it pointed down to her chest, tracing over the supple curve of her breast to the toned stomach just beneath. “Come here.”

Her finger pointed to the floor. “Crawl.”

Sophia's voice made Yuto turned his head to look at her, and as he received his new order, the boy could feel himself feeling another shiver running though his back. He got onto all four and began to crawl towards Sophia, looking a little embarrassed, and at the same time also realized that this was the only wise option. Once he reached the woman, he'd look up at her timidly, like a puppy waiting for his next command.

“Good dog.” Sophia gave his cheek a light tap with the tip of her boot. She leaned forward and slipped her hand underneath his chin, forcing his eyes to hers. Spying that overwhelming urge, the desire flickering with embers of fear and anxiety, she ran her hand down to his bare chest and lightly clawed her nails over his skin until she reached his firm mast beneath with a tight grasp.

“What do you have to say to me?” The saccharine tone betrayed the thinly veiled threat just beyond. It was clear he understood the cost of an unsatisfactory response. For good reason.