Family affairs: Ataru vs Mariko

"Mrpffhhhh...!!! Mffffhh..... @///@". While Ataru's struggles underneath Mariko's enveloping ass are not making any progress, but they seem to keep the wrestling vixen happy and enterteined, as she keeps wriggling her smothering buttcheeks around his face, easily riding over his futile efforts while he gets ever more tired and weak.

Soon the trapped boy is going light-headed, feeling a treacherous sense of relaxation spread to his limbs.... but that's when he suddenly is allowed to breath again! "Gasp...! Ufff...ufff... 0///0"

But Ataru's give only a very short time to catch his breathing, enough for Mariko to turn around and wrap her legs around his head with sensuous yet swift movements.
"Wah....?? No I won't..uggghhfff.....!!! 0///0". Before he realizes, Mariko has locked him into a perfectly applied reverse figure four headscissor. The boy tries to struggle his way out, but only to be promptly rewarded by a boa.-constricting squeeze of her luscious thighs around his neck.
And like if his predicament wasn't troubled and humiliating enough... he also feel her calf wrapped around the back of his head pressing him close, finally burying him face first into her peach-perfect ass to complete Mariko's maneuver.

"M-Mnngghffffff...!!! 0///0". Now that even his silly protests have been silenced, and in such womanly way, Ataru can only flail around in flustration and panic, groping and trying to pry apart her legs with blind desperate struggles.

Mariko purred in delight while Ataru struggled desperately beneath her. But no matter how hard he tried, he came no closer to uncoiling Mariko’s legs from around him, and no closer to bringing himself to freedom. She didn’t even bother pinning his hands down, electing to just let them paw at her legs and hips as they pleased. It actually felt kind of nice.

“Trying to cop a feel, are you? Pervert~” she teased, squeezing her legs even harder and forcing his face even tighter against her perfect rear. Ataru wasn’t unconscious, nor had he submitted. But everyone watching could tell that this “fight” was as good as finished now. Ataru was pinned and entirely helpless in her clutches, and now all Mariko had to do was wait. At this point the rest was just a formality, but she was still thoroughly enjoying every second of it.

She began to hum a soft tune while one hand reached out and glided between the boy’s legs, and gently fondled his trunks-covered manhood. Why? Because she wanted to, and she wanted to demonstrate both to her foe and everyone watching that she could do whatever she wanted to him right now, and there was nothing he could do about it. His only ways out of this would be to either submit, or pass out.

Ataru's struggles were not getting him anywhere, except for making things ever more embarrassing for the weakened boy. His hopeless pawing were only making Mariko happier with both the pleasant sensation provided by his wandering hands and the chance to playfully taunt him, giving Ataru an additional reason to be red-faced within her leggy coils.

Soon Mariko started to hum a soothing tune with a teasing carefree voice, adding insult to injury. But the most humiliating part of Ataru's predicament was probably the position of his face, nestled and smothered right into her peach-perfect ass so that the wrestling vixen had all the chances to turn around her head and overlook at Ataru's scared and flustrated eyes from over her shoulder.

"M-Mnnrffhhh...mmfffhh... @///@". More muffled protests from his smothered lips were felt like nice vibrations to her buttcheeks and her crotch as the boy kept his valiant yet silly struggle to dislodge Mariko from her 69 mount, not realizing that his best efforts were just backfiring him, assisting Mariko in draining his strenght and stamina while she kept happily squeezing and smothering her prisoner from her dominant position ontop of him.