Trista-Ayane vs Okami-Ataru (finished)

"N-Nghhff....s-so tight...". Okami's face turned red, both due to embarassement and lack of air from being double-squeezed into Ayane's passionate constriction.

To the girl's joy, their sweaty bodies were squirming against each other in a sensually suggestive way, distracting her prisoner so that she could proceed to wear him down in her coils, while his struggling hands would provide a pleasurable caress to her smooth skin.

Ayane had broken the kiss for a bit, so she could completely lock their legs together, she would then ask, "Hey Okami, after this do you and your friend want to get together after the match?" after he answered, she would lock their lips back together.

Okami gasped as he was briefly allowed to breathe, panting as she was furtherly trapping him in her hot coils.
"W-Wha.. mmnnn...", he moaned as Ayane's lips sucked his breathe away a little more.

Of course, he would have been glad to say yes to her offer, but all he could do at the moment was to moan and squirm in her deep kiss, his eyes half-closed in delight as she was having her sensually crushing way to render him docile and easier to be put into their holds.

Ayane had let go of the kiss, and unwraped her legs and brought her legs back up to his waist and started to smack him around alot. "I'm sorry, but this is still a match, oh wait, you didn't answer my question!" She got up and brought him to the corner where her partner is. "So, will you answer my question? You know, before I tag Trista in?"

Pleasantly dazed by Ayane's kiss, Okami was caught by surprise when she started to smack him. "ungh, darns..!". Being uneasy at the idea of striking back, he basically tried to block the majority of her hits, which he managed to do quite well, being used to streetfight matches.

But, she was right: he still had to answer her question. Eventually, the boy managed to block one of Ayane's arms, getting her off balance so that he could roll out of her pin. With that, his silly mind came out with an answer, which was likely to put him into a tight spot later: "Ok then... but let's make it interesting: i'll risk in first person: IF I WIN, you and Trista come out to dinner with us and you have to call us "MASTERS" for tonight.... IF YOU WIN, you leave Ataru alone, but i have to come with you to the shower room and, even if it's boys territory, you have me at your commands until i have washed both of you. And after that, me and Ataru still take you girls out for dinner, but you are in charge and we pay the bill. How sounds?" he blinked, himself a bit surprised of what he had just said.

"Sounds good!" Ayane had said as tagged in Trista, and whip him to the ropes, just to have him come back to Trista and having her grab him and landing an exploder suplex. Trista would then wait behind him and go for a german suplex.

"UUNGHH..!" Bounced and slammed around like a ragdoll, Okami would slowly stand up, dazed and sore after Ayane's exploder suplex, groaning softly as he staggered on his feet, and suddenly feeling Trista's arms hug him from behind trying to lift his frame.

Still stubborn in spite of his worn down conditions, the siver haired boy would brace himself, trying to hook his leg to Trista's leg in the uncertain hope to resist her german-suplex attempt. Though, even in that case he would remain in a both vulnerable and teasing position with the girl pressing herself behind him.

"Oh, you want to be that close to me do you?" Trista started to tease him, by pressing her breasts on his back, slowly but sensually licking his ear, for as soon as Okami let his leg go of hers she was going to go for the german seplex.

Okami knew that Trista was probably just using a distracting strategy to get the advantage. Still... it worked, especially in his already weakened conditions. The trapped boy would blush and moan faintly at Trista's seductive teasings.

One second later, a loud slamming sound could be heard as Trista's german suplex was connected, leaving the boy quite softened in her embrace.

Trista got up, bringing Okami with her, going to the corner, and tagging in her partner, who would have Trista hold him in a full nelson, and Ayane would pound at his stomach. Ayane suddenly went for a quick roll-up. "ONE!..."