Tasty challenge - Phe Phe vs Andy

A breathless groan was the most coherent reply that Andy could articulate, as Phe's powerful thighs would grind tighter around his now softened neck, matter of factly going to smother his mouth and nose against her mound while squeezing him into oblivion.

Pain to his jolted neck started subsiding into a much smoother and pleasant numbness, while you could feel strong, manly muscles turn into jello, melting in your deadly embrace. Lack of air would lull his tired will into sleepyness a little more, letting you feel the warm breeze of his meek, surrendering sigh against your sensitive skin.

"Oh, Andy just another round and we'll be eating at Applebeas! I can't wait!"

The seconds pass before Phe realized that she was probably talking to a breathless potato by now.

"Andy?....Are you there?"

Phe would ask just once, carefully loosening her grip only by a little to allow him to speak. She wouldn't want to release a still conscious prey, now right?

Andy was ready to slip into blissful unconsciousness, but he was still barely awake as your soft voice teased his ears.

When he feels your constricting legs loosen around his enveloped head, his body twitches into a meek, instinctively attempt at fight back, his lips murring in strenghtless exertion as the sleepy guy is matter of factly going to make things harder to himself. "m..mnh....unhhh..."

You looked as if you were slowly coming back to life; definately something Phe wasn't looking foward to seeing.

"Ohh....you are awake...."

Phe sets her chin, frowns, then rolls her eyes.

"Guess it can't be helped....oh well...."

Her legs would seal back together around your neck, and then continue it's regular punishment.

The ref-girl, who had been watching the whole scene with a puzzled expression so far, could not hide a soft giggle at how you were nonchalantly resuming your punishment to your male prey. His face turning purple both out of embarassement and breath restrainting; your rolling eyes giving an impression of your complete control and dominance, which she was secretly enjoying.

Warm, glistening thighs pressed Andy's neck once again, absorbing the last remaining of resistence from his tired will. Another surrendering sigh would bath your damp skin once again, and you could take all the time to watch your prisoner succumb slowly, shallowing and closing his tired eyes which gave him a cute defenseless look in the encasing hug of your pulsating figure four.

"Aaaaanytime you want to pass out, just be my guest and do it...."

Phe's voice carried a hint of agitation at your resistance so far, but it was mostly because that there is another significant other who is speaking it's mind, only that it's voice was a low, muffled, growl.

"Ooohh....my tummy.... so hungry...."

Lost in her own pleasurable fantasies of squeezing a strong guy unconscious, the ref-girl was giggling to herself sheepishly, when she finally realized that, probably, her work was required again. "hihi...woops! i guess he's out now..", she chirped, not missing the chance to lay herself into the whipped cream coat in order to count Andy's knockout.

On his hand, Andy was floating on a fluffy cloud, resting his head in the soft cradle of Phe-s thighs like the most defenseless poor thing. Not aware of the refgirl lifting his muscular arm by the wrist and watching it drop down limply, he just kept sleeping peacefully, murring softly against her beautiful opponent's skin as the ref rethorically yelled "ONE...!", wittingly taking all the time to proceed with the count.

"TWO....!"

The ref's slapping hand disrupts the pool the cream a second time. Meanwhile, Phe yawns and waits...probably thinking about food.

With her legs still holding him secure, there was no possibilities that Phe's unconscious prisoner could wake up in time to avoid the third count.

As the refgirl gleefully yelled: "THREE! Score is now tied to 1 on 1 !", Andy was sleeping nnice and tight inbetween her pillowy thighs. Deeply in his mind he was dreaming of his beautiful opponent, which brought a little smile on his lips. Little he knew that Phe's thoughts were probably focused on... other things.

...other things such as that taaasty 5 dollar special on Baby Back Ribs covered with that oh soooo delicious A1 steak sauce.
Or what about thier medium rare Grilled Steak? Phe's tongue could almost taste the soft, succulent pink meat from inside the cooked steak.
Her mouth began to water. Her muscles had tensed up and her mind began to slowly drift elsewhere.

"Ooohhh....I'm so starving....."

"Yes.....yes you ARE!"

"Huh?"

Phe's heart jumped and her dream halted suddenly. That voice...that voice definatly wasn't Andy's. Phe glances back at the ref, who just stared back at her in silence. Where was that voice coming from?

"Down here!!!"

"Huh...? My own belly...i-it's...talking to me!?"