Meya's spectacular debut: Meya vs Ataru (for Talimaya)

It was hard to say what was more embarassing, if the fans amusement at how the sexy girl was dominating him.. or the ever-hard bulge in his pants while she was pressing her seductive curves on his body.

In any case, Meya was taking control of her opponent thanks to a knowing mix of both factors: strenghtening his arousal was weakening Ataru's body, making it easier for the sexy girl to dominate him.

"mmmm... mnn... p-please...", he breathed out with a soft moan as thinking straight had become very difficult once again. Ataru's trembling hands would run along her curvy shape to rest on her firm, round butt, giving a mindlessly aroused grope.

Smiling at him, Meya would moan into his ear as he grabbed her ass, wanting to push him more towards simply giving in to her. "Please? Oh...but whatever could you mean?" Rubbing her body further down his, she'd actually rub her ass against his erection. "And dear sweet Ataru, I would love it if you cried my name out as you say what you want."

Ataru arched his back in delighted helplessness, as the lovely rubbing of her hips were empowering his erection, and draining his will.

"Ohhh M-Meya chaaan... s-so beautiful...". , he breathed out in mindless arousal. If his words were not so clear, his worshipping hands running over Meya's luscious thighs probably were.

Though, a slight part of Ataru's mind was still tryin got get himself free from the grip of Meya's erotic domination, as she could fel him try to squirm backwards.

"Flattery will get you pleasure." She'd giggle as she rubbed against him. She knew he was trying to pull away. And if he really did try, he'd find he could wriggle his way out from under her. She wasn't trying too hard to keep him pinned. "But you still haven't answered. Please what?"

"P-Please...uh-h..." "please make me your sex slave" was what his arousal was suggesting to his mind, as Ataru was wriggling softly under the beautiful pressure of Meya's curves.

He was not willing to give up that easily, but his flesh simply refused to escape from Meya's dominating embrace. Unable to think at anything better, he lifted his face close to her throat, Meya's breasts pressing just below his chin: "p-please... don't think you have the match in your bag yet..", he moaned warmly against her skin, kissing it while he also squeezed her luscious butt, thus pushing her hips against his bulging pants.

Ataru's face went warm with increasing blush as his lips lingered in the kiss to her smooth throat with a faint moan. Though, challenging her in that particular kind of wrestling would mean playing Meya's game: matter of factly, the shy and not very strategic boy was probably going to place himself from the frying pan right into the fire.

Meya would let herself moan into Ataru's ear as he kissed and groped her, wanting to make him even more excited. She'd start to rock her hips against his body, rubbing herself even more against his erection. "Oh but I do. I'm on top, and you don't seem to want to switch positions." She didn't at all try to stop him. He let his hands roam where he wanted them to, figuring that no matter where he touched her, it wouldn't be enough to turn things around in his favor.

Ataru's senses were mesmerized by Meya's wonderful scent as he nuzzled her neck, her beautiful rubbing craving him to let go and give into surrendering pleasure.

"N-nhhh.. w-we'll s-see About that, Meya-chan...", he murred against her neck as he circled her waist and tried to roll in a way he would be ontop. If it worked, the boy would then trace a path of lovely kisses from her neck down to her upper bosom, convinced that he was succeeding to turn the tables.

Meya hadn't tried hard at all to pin him, figuring he was too far gone to try anything. So when he tried to roll them over, he'd succeed, putting himself on top of her. But now her legs would wrap around his waist, pulling him against her even more as she started grinding against him even faster. She wondered how much longer he could hold out for.

"H-hehe, got you... nnnnhhhghh.. i...i g-guess...". Ataru's silly words were quickly proved to be wrong as Meya's lovely legs wrapped up his waist squeezing him closer.

Such maneuvre also caused his kissing face to be pressed furtherly against her warm bosoms, which caused the trapped boy to start wriggling inthere suggestively. "m-mnrff....", he murred inthere for a slight moment, then planting his hands down to the mats and trying to pull his head backwards.

Meya wasn't about to let him pull away this time. She'd wrap her arms around him as well, pulling him tight against her body. She'd moan into his ear, wanting to further excite him as she continued to rock her body against his, rubbing against him. She wanted to make him submit to her, which was going to be made easier while she kept up her sensual assault.