Nico Marelli vs Virgo - tap out or pass out

“Oh my.” Virgo responded to his reflexive climax, seeing his seed shoot out in show of his surrender. “Master Nico, you’ve really let out more than I was expecting. It must have been worse than I had originally thought.” She then wiped a bit of his cum that had landed on her cheek, licking it off her finger before looking down.

“An... interesting taste.” Virgo would comment as she considered the right wording for his seed’s taste. “If you wouldn’t mind Master Nico, I would like to clean you.” She’d say as she went back down to lick clean his load off of him, both as to serve her duty as maid and clean the mess made, but also to get a better idea on the taste.

Nico had been eating fruits a lot in the 2 days before the match, wanting to be in good shape and well hydratated... but the last thing he could imagine was that such diet would put him into further troubles during a wrestling match.

Yet there he was now, laid on the canvas in helpless exhaustion as Virgo proceeded to "clean him", her maid-like choice of words to say "enjoy a second taste" .
"Wowo... wait Virgo.... it's still very-ahhhnnnh-sensitive... ooohhh... <3". Tilting his head up, Nico could only moan and take it as the lovely maid carefully cleaned his boyhood, weakening his resolve as he laid back down in aroused stupor.

“Not to worry Master Nico, I am only intent on cleaning you up.” She’d say, continuing to lick him clean with enthusiasm. She wouldn’t let a single bit of his load be left on him, and as a result his pleasure would be added on over her constant licking.

Eventually she had him cleaned, and after which she’d sit up on his chest and lick her lips, memorizing his taste. “I do believe Master Nico, you’re seed is very tasty. I will be excited to have more in the future.” After her informing the high chance of him being caught in a situation like this again, Virgo would move back and sit on his face, cutting off his breathing. “But for now, I believe you should be given the chance to rest. I can treat you more afterwards.”

"Uuummm.... <3 ...nghh... @_@".
Once Virgo had finished with the careful, affectionate cleaning of his boyhood, Nico was a mumbling dizzy mess straddled under her hips, his mind surrounded by a pink haze as she praised his taste and... promised to take more samples in the future!
With that latest carefree teasing, the beautiful maid shifted backwards, clearly aiming at a reverse facesitting pin.

"Uhh...w-wait don't-mmpfffh.... 0///0". Nico's weak attempt to ask her to stop (which thinking of it, was quite silly in a wrestling match) was silenced and smothered by her plump buttcheeks, barely contained by those small white panties of hers.

Even gravity was working against Nico in that new booty-smother hold, helping Virgo to keep him nice and smothered. Not that she needed any help, with the poor boy's muscles all softened from the recent hentai submission.

“Do not worry Master Nico, I don’t believe you’ll be out for too long.” The maid said, placing her hands on his chest as she sat on his face. “And I will not do something as underhanded as doing something to you while you’re unconscious. So you needn’t feel that a greater risk will come.”

Of course though, Virgo was obviously leaving out the fact him being knocked out will cause more damage to him. But unless Nico had some impressive second wind that could somehow push her off, he wouldn’t have much say in trying to stop the future KO.

Struggling for air was getting an ever more difficult task to fulfill for Nico's air-deprived muscles.
Laying down and letting go, gently rocked back and forth by the enveloping warmth and softness of Virgo's plump buttcheeks certainly sounded like a more appealing perspective to him at the moment. After all, her soothing, soft-spoken words sounded very reasonable to his mind.

Of course, they would have sounded much less reasonable, if it wasn't for the smooth cushiony hips embracing his blushing features, drastically limitating the oxygen flow to Nico's brain. But, this was not the case: The sexy wrestling maid had assumed a cute-looking dominant position over him, hands on his chest, hips completely eclipsing his face, and time was only letting in her favor, turning Nico's struggles into cute feeble squirmings, his muffled mumblings soon barely audible, until he had been passaged into blissful unconsciousness.

Eventually feeling Nico’s struggles go away, Virgo would remain on his face for a few more seconds before dismounting him. Moving to once again place his head on her lap, Virgo would reach down and pull up the boy’s shorts for him, giving him some decency after his less than graceful KO.

“One. Two. Three.” But of course, she was still set on taking this round as her first victory, and would begin the ten count of the unconscious boy. And as she did, she’d play gently with his hair, trying to avoid waking him as she counted him out.

“Four. Five.”

Virgo's "maid service" strategy to keep her male opponent floating into blissful slumber proved to be quite effective: after he had succumbed to her facesitting KO, the girl had settled him down once again on the comforting cushions of her lap, letting the smoothness of her thighs and the gently hypnotic petting of his hair lull Nico into a tamed state.

As Virgo kept counting with that sweet, somewhat emotionless voice that made the crowd love her even more, Nico was getting him closer to an embarrassing 0-2 in this match with each spoken number but he was incapacitated to react, lost as he was in a dreamy world made of soft caresses and heavenly pillows. His unconscious face turning just a little bit towards her, nuzzling further into her as he obediently took a nap.
"Zzzz.... <3"

“Six. Seven. Eight.” Virgo’s count was going at much more proper speed this time, The maid certain to avoid making the same mistake again with the sleeping boy. But even then, she was sure to milk what she could from this, giving a tiny giggle at his cute sleeping face.

“Nine. And... ten.” Finishing her count, Virgo cemented the round over Nico with efficiency. And now that it was over, she would wait for the boy to wake, staring down to him with a watchful eye. “Rest as much as you can Master Nico, I have yet to fully satisfy you and our audience.”

Despite her "professional maid" gimmicks, Virgo was certainly enjoying the whole situation, having her cute little "master" easily dominated and soothed to sleep on her comforting lap. And she let it show with that short, curecy giggle escaping from her lips.

For Nico, the cute girly tune of her little laugh was nothing more than a gently tingling alert sound calling himback to the land of living. But even like that, it took him several seconds after the KO count to groggily wake up.
Once again, two familiar visions welcomed his blurring eyes:
1) Virgo's face, clearly delighted at his predicament in spite of her serious attitude.
2) The jumbo screen awarding another point to his cute looking opponent.

"Unnnghh.... darns.... I p-passed out...again....?", He groaned with a cute-sounding dazed voice, trying to get up... but failing as the seconds air-deprivation KO inflicted by Virgo promptly paid its toll on his now quite soft and meek muscles. Meaning that, whatever "incredible comeback" he could be planning, the Italian boy just belonged to Virgo's amorous clutches for now.