Phe-Phe vs. Okami

Okami's breathing would become warmer and wetter against Phe's neck, while he kept dry-humping the beautiful girl in her cornered position.

His maneuvre was a double-edged sword though, and he was now moaning in pleasure from the sensuous friction.
"Mmmm...Phe-chan...", he murred softly to her ear, thinking that she was close to surrender.

But his aroused state would distract him at the same time, making his grip sloppier and giving Phe a slight chance to reverse the situation.

The ruffling noise of clothing material rubbing together, the heavy, rythmatic pants that escaped Phe's lips with every thrust, the sound of you calling out her name. These were the only things that kept this very ring alive at this point. Never in her wildest dream could she imagine herself being toyed with by someone until now.
Phe was a smart girl, however; she knew that there wasn't a man in the world who could witstand her scrumptious behind. It was the object of every male's most carnal desires, and it can charm even the most frigid of males from miles away. Not a soul can witstand its power, let alone being so close to it as you are now.

Lucky, lucky man.

One she felt your grip loosening, Phe only allowed herself to smirk on the inside. She didn't want anyone else, especially you, to get a clue on what evil, twisted plans churned within her noggin.

A loosely applied hammerlock was easily to duck under and reverse. And so she did. If Phe succeeds, she will end up applying the same hold on you, only much stronger that your loose, weak version. She will also finish this manuever by biting on your ear.

Okami was in heaven, enjoying his romantic dominance over such a stunningly beautiful foe. And the sound of your moans would make him even more confident, and seduced...and distracted.

"Mmm...feels so nice...Phe-cha....auungghh...!!". In the turning of one second, a surprised Okami was trapped and facing the turnbuckle himself, his arm twisted painfully behind his back.

To your satisfaction, you'd feel your unwilling prisoner gasp and struggle in discomforted arousal at your taunting bite, and the embarassing, warm pressure of your fleshy orbs against his upper back.

You might not be able to see from your position, but Phe wore an evil grin on her face.

"Now Okami...since you liked fucking me a minute ago...."

Phe paused for a moment, then continued.

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If you stayed on the turnbuckle, you will suddenly feel something probe at those adorable butt cheeks of yours. However, since your were facing the turnbuckle, you were unsure what it was exactly.
Okami may have a chance to escape if he so desired, but if he remained there, Phe will continue to drive whatever-the-gods-name she had deep into your cute, widdle behind with a look of evil glee on her face.

"G-Gasp...! T-Thar's not fun...!!". To say the least, Okami was very embarassed by the feel of something probing against his ass...which was probably making it more fun for his sexy opponent.

For obvious reasons, the boy tried not try to squirm too much, until he tried to get free from such taunting situation with a sudden twist of his body.

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"You're fucking right, it isn't so fun, now is it? So what makes you think us girls feel everytime you--uh? Hey!"

Right in the middle of her speech, you managed to get away like a little, sly dog. Phe should be angry with you, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to feel such an emotion for you. Phe shrugged and tossed aside her kinky, fetish baton at ringside, all while trying to stop herself from laughter.

"...and here I thought you were the submissive type...oh well"

Guess its safe to say that women cant have thier pie and eat it too. Phe was hoping that you would kneel down and bark like a dog for her, but oh well. Maybe she'll have to housetrain you AFTER she beats your sloppy ass to the ground.

"Okami, you're a dead man. You just don't know it, yet!"

With that, Phe sprints sprints for you and would attempt to fake a lockup, only to open you up for a mean, nasty elbow to your midsection, given that your reaction had slothed from the long, grueling match.

Okami was ready for the lockup, confident in his superior upper body strenght, but Phe's move was very fast, forcing the silver-haired boy to stoop forward, huffing out in pain. "UNGFHHHH....!"