Tiffany Laurence vs Okami (complete)

"Go ahead, boy. Let it go." Tiffany urged as she used softly teasing touches of her fingers on his erect rod.
Then, deciding to up the ante while his air supply dwindled, the Texan slipped her hand under waistband of his boxers.
"Oh wow...all that hardness for me?" she said with a smile as her hand grasped him firmly, looking for fast firm strokes to bring him to climax...

Okami was squirming beneath her in a useless struggle, as her smothering seduction was restrainting blood to his brain, to push it towards... uhm... other areas, causing him to grow both weaker and harder, as his muffled protest subsided into soft moans.

Unable to think anything better, he decided to fight back in sensual style, groping her well toned butt with his free hand and starting to kiss the depths of her breasts, in the hope to distract her.

"Mmm....some signs of life..." Tiffany breathed as she felt Okami start to come back with an erotic attack.
Keeping her focus, the Texan suddenly brought Okami's head out of her cleavage and brought her own downward, smacking their foreheads together. Although not as hard as she would in a true fight, she was hoping the shock of it would tame Okami.

"Ouch...!!!" Quite opposite of what she wished, her sudden headbutt kinda snapped Okamy out of the aroused stupor in which she was enveloping him, and he reacted by istinct, reminding this was still a fight, after all. His arm circled her waist and pulled with a tug, aiming to roll their bodies in a way to get himself on top.

Tiffany grunted as she was rolled under Okami.
"Oh!" she gave a grief cry as the man's weight settled on her. However, she kept her hand on his rod, giving it a few more strokes to try and delay whatever tactic the Asian man had in mind.

"Ahhhh...." she was quickly driving him into delighted helplessness, so he needed anything to distract her from her skilled handjob.
Winning his shyness, he pounced on her and gave her a sudden, almost predatorial kiss on the neck, nibbling and sucking with passion to try and get his dick free.

Tiffany blinked as Okami went for her neck, giving a slight shiver. However, she was not quite willing to give up her hold on the man's rod.
Instead, she tried to roll back to the right, looking to reclaim her top position. As she makes her attempt, she'll give the head of his cock a few featherlight touches from her fingertips, trying to distract him from the task at hand.

"Mmmm f-feels g-good.... gasp!!" Her strategy worked as her delicate seductive caresses unfocused him from his action and allowed her on top again.

When Okami tried to push himself up, his face went right into her awaiting large breasts, so he had to pull back with a funnily embarassed face, afraid of being caught in another suffocating and mind-weakening breastsmother.

"Oh no I insist." Tiffany said, leaning down do enfold his face in her cleavage again.
This time, however, her hand left his erect member. Instead, she grabbed the waistband of his undergarment and began tugging, trying to yank it down to around his ankles as she slowly robbed Okami of his air supply.

"nomghhhffff..." Once again her ample breasts were pressed around his face, silencing him in that womanly way of hers. The combined effect of her warm sweaty cleavage and his breathing was making it hotter and more suffocating in there, gradually weakening him for lack of oxigen and giving her the chance to tug his boxers down, getting his hard-on exposed.