Phe-Phe vs. Okami

With his evident excitement still rubbing against your hot pants, Okami is slowly drifting into sweet, aroused surrender, his dazed mind seconds away from fading into oblivion. Then, you feel a surprising flex from his muscles, and he's pulling back in a last, mostly instinctive attempt at sliding his head out of your arms.

"S-Sure thing.." he manages to reply in a whisper. In his weak conditions he's given only one, desperate try, and all you have to do is to squeeze and hold him in place, in order to smother his resistence and seal his fate in your hot coils. Unless, you are distracted enough to let him slip out of the guillotine.

Normally, it would've not been likely for you to slip out of her hold much thanks to her legs coiling around you, but it was rather her own delight and exitement at your impressive resistance which made her allow your feeble escape.

Watching you slip out of her wet coils, her lips curl into another smirks; a sight that you were probably used to seeing by now.
Though it seems that your aching body had been exhausted from her advances, Phe was still relaxed on the mat, her legs crossed, and her hand casually resting on her midsection. It looks like to her that even after all that punishent she'd given you, your body still retained that glistening goodness that she can only yearn to have for herself.

"Ohh, Okami...if only you knew what you were doing to me...."

Phe lazily huffs without a hint of malice in her tone.

"Nnfhh.. p-pant pant..." "what I was doing to YOU?", he thinks to himself, blushing at the embarassing sensation of having his wrestling shorts way much tighter than usual at crotch level.

A bit surprised that you uncoiled yourself and let him slip out, he rolls into laying back by those luscious, teasingly crossed legs, taking deep panting breathings as welcome oxygen returns to his brain.

Unable to do much more at the moment, he slowly tries at least to get up into a sitting position with a soft groan, the entire gym apparently spinning around to his still dazed eyes.

Deciding that she has spent enough time dwelling in her raunchy thoughts, Phe steadily rises to her feet, and you soon find the familiar fair skinned beauty draped over your gorgeous body. The locks of her brown hair curtained over your face, her perfect, white teeth shines in her warm, inviting smile.

"My, you're awfully strong, Okami..."

Phe purses her lips and faintly kisses the air before your nose. Her face lingered dangerously close to yours, so much that the two of you were sharing the same oxygen.

Any plans of possible attacks he was doing would be wasted by your seductive way to lean onto his body, your beautiful smile acting like an effective "weapon of distraction" to hold him down, as you subject him to the alluring touch of your skin.

"Mnn..a-and y-you are... so breathtaking Phe-chan..", he moans out in reply, which is true in more than one way.
As a result his hands, which were ready to try and push off, linger caressingly against your hips, eyes looking closely into each others'.

With his mind temporarily blanketed by your mischievous kissing action and the warm, sweet-scented breath bathing his face, it allows you to take advantage of Okami's blushing hesitation.

"Ooooh, Okami, you really think so?"

Phe's eyes light up and shimmered with delight, taking your mumbled words as a compliment.
Too caught up in her glee to realize what her body was doing, Phe's leg was slowly slithering its way up to your streneous bulge, and it would've nestled right there and gave you a gentle massage, but she took your pushing hands as a sign of protest ,and thus, stood up on her feet, leaving you cold and alone on the mat.

"I'm not going to take advantage of you, sweetums.....we can save that for outside the ring"

Phe finishes with a wink.

"Stand up, baby...I'm all yours"

Okami hardly held back from letting out a whimper when he was deprived of your lovely closeness. He then flushed in embarassement, silently scolding himself :" darns Okami, try to keep focused.. this is still a wrestling match, and she's sweeping the mats with you."

Easier said than done, as the weakened and still visibly aroused kid stands up to his feet, his heart skipping another beat at your playful wink.
"Okeis then, r-ready to resume the fight Phe-chan...", he says, pretending to ignore the partial numbness of his limbs as he reaches forward to grab one of your wrists.

Her eyes managed to steal one short take at your groin before your hand reaches her wrists. Phe only stood there, letting your grasp feel the warmth from her delicate, soft skin.

The touch of your fragrant skin made Okami wish to just cuddle and caress you, as he had to exert himself to keep focused on fighting.

Seeing that you would not react, he would pull you by that wrist, aiming to irish-whip you into running towards the ropes.

Phe allows herself to be swung into the ropes, and just as you would expect, her body bounds off, and is now being thrown into yours, open and vulnerable to your whims.