Nico Marelli vs Virgo - tap out or pass out

“Yes Master Nico, I had managed to knock you out once more.” Virgo confirmed as she looked down to him. Looking at him with interest, the maid took note that the boy seemed to be even weaker than when he awoke the last time.

“Master Nico, you’re still tired, aren’t you?” She asked as she laid him down, remaining over him. “If that’s the case then I must protest our match continuing until I can confirm you’ll be more aware.” And then without warning, the pink haired maid laid down on him, resting her head on Nico’s chest while planting her breasts down on top of his face, beginning another smother.

Nico blinked in with a ouzzled face at Virgo's words, as she looked down at him with an expression that was somwhere between genuine and mocking concern, explaining how her "Master" needed a longer rest until SHE decided he was ready to resume the match.

Before he could guess or ask what she was talking about, every possible question was efficiently answered by Virgo's soft breasts coming down to engulf Nico's wide-eyed face.
"H-Hey nonono I don't need to restmmpfffhh... n-o slee-pmmffffhhh @///@", he tried to protest, but Virgo was all over him, and her pillowy breasts all around his face, in no time.

The Italian boy would stood no chance to push her off as he was now, still weak from the recent facesitting KO. Like that, his dazed panic and his cute aimless flailing were doing nothing but worsen his predicament, having him lose his air supply faster as Virgo immobilized him underneath her "soporific" bosom.

“No, I recognized those tired eyes Master Nico. You need more rest, so please don’t struggle too much.” The maid stated, moving one of her arms to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him more into her bosom, wanting to feel his squirming face closer in her chest.

Meanwhile, her free hand lightly rubbed the boy’s stomach for a few seconds, feeling him out before moving further down to his covered crotch. “Perhaps a little extra service will do you some good Master Nico.” And with her hand now on his boyhood, Virgo lightly moved her palm across, pleasuring him again while smothering him.

Sealed against Virgo's bosom as she hugged him closer to herself, Nico gasped at the titillating, intimate touch as she started to slowly rub her palm across his spandex-covered boyhood. With almost-mothering gentleness, the wrestling maid kept smothering and caressing him into sleepy obedience, slowly but surely absorbing his will to fight it.

But his gasping didn't get him much air, filling his senses with more of Virgo's mesmerizing perfume taht conjured with air deprivation, and gentle erotic stimulation, in making Nico tame and docile.
With his strenght, stamina and willpower going down, the loving maid could have her growingly easier way to lull her "master" into seduced slumber.

“There there Master Nico, let your maid take care of you.” Virgo would coo as she slowly reached her hand into his shorts, allowing her to directly jerk him off as she had just minutes earlier. Under normal circumstances, the maid would have been content with just keeping him held like this. But at the same time, she felt that it was both unfair to Nico and to the audience to make it so simple.

So she’d release him from her bosom, giving him a couple seconds to recover some of the lost air. However she would quickly move to mount his waist, grabbing his head and sitting him up to pull his cute face back into her smothering confines. And at the same time, begin to rub her panty-clad crotch against his spandex-covered boyhood. Even with erotic holds, Virgo showed swiftness and efficiency that rivaled her regular submissions. Which would show further the edge she had over the boy.

Soothed into sleepy obedience by Virgo's lullaby-like cooings, and gently smothered by her enveloping breasts, Nico was quickly drifting into a slumber, until his head was released from a couple of seconds. Just enough for the cute boy to get a lungful of air to his brain and dizzily register his embarrassing situation, before the lovingly efficient maiad would shift him into an even more comfortable (and titillating) smothering cuddle.

"Gas....when...where? Ah...wait I said-mmgffhh... mnnff... <3..mffff... @///@". Without a chance to argue with the assertively caring maid, Nico was pulled back into the smothering comforts of her bosom as she now got to literally rock him to sleep like a baby... and seduce/stimulate him like a top class erotic maid at the same time.

"Mmmnf...mrrf..mrff.... @///@". Soon enough, the boy's protests had subsided into a cute, faint murring, signaling that he was definitely falling into her loving clutches, body and mind.

“There we go Master Nico, nice and comfortable for you.” Virgo said as she kept his face nestled in her bosom, not allowing him and freedom as she methodically grinned their crotches togther. Keeping him in an mix of sleepiness and arousal was easy for the maid, as Nico proved to be the perfect master for her to assert such moves on.

But at the same time, Virgo herself was beginning to get aroused herself. Grinding her crotch more against his, The maid couldn’t help but let out soft moans as she blushed faintly. “Oh Master Nico, you’re making me feel warm inside. It makes me want to service you for the rest of the match and not care about the rules.”

Lulled, smothered, grinded and gently cooed more and more into aroused sleepiness, Nico was now lost in Virgo's sensuous, almost motherly embrace, helpless to fight back as she snuggled him deeper into her smothering bosom, while at the sme time keeping him barely conscious thanks to the slow and steady rubbing of her crotch against his.

With the foggy bliss gently ensaring him, the Italian boy could vagualy realize her alarming words letting him know that she wanted to hold him no matter of the match rules... meaning that he could not escape from her amorous, draining clutches even if he passed out there?!?

Such alarming (yet disgracefully tempting) thought urged Nico to react and resist.... more or less. As Virgo's non-stopping grinding and smother-cuddling lulled him back into drowzy-stimulated obedience, exacting more of those sleepy, muffled purrs from his lips that she loved so much.
"Mnnrff.....<3... mmrrr.... @///@"

“Yes, like that Master Nico.” She moaned as she felt him try to struggle, his face rubbing between her breasts more as she tightened her hold on him. Despite the clear attempt at escaping, Nico’s efforts were doing nothing more than encouraging the maid to go through more with her plan.

And that was evident as her grinding was getting more heavy, her white panties getting a little wet as he arousal grew. She wouldn’t give up her hold over him unless he could truly overpower her, and given how the match has gone so far it was doubted that would happen. But that also meant that she could have even move fun with him.

Nico was like totally encased within Virgo's smothering love cuddle as the aroused yet still soothingly seductive maid easily contained his puny struggles.

If anything, the boy's squirmings served as a further reward to the the maid-clad wrestler, enhancing the sweet pleasure of their bodies, and especially their crotch areas rubbing against each others.

"Umnff.. m-mrffh... <3". Not surprisingly, Nico was soon overwhelmed by waves after waves of sweetly sensuous fatigue, making him more docile and pliant in her amorous embrace as she made him into a sort of erotically pleasant squeeze toy.