Mixed rosters: Lindsay Scatch Vs Nico Marelli (complete)

"Hehe sure.. a fluke", Nico would chuckle, feeling much more confident at how he had forced a quick and easy submission out of Lindsay... maybe too much confident, as a matter of facts.

"Don't worry I'll try to be more gentle the next time I make you submi...uhh?? Nghff..!". Gloating way too much, the boy had lowered his guard, thus being successfully charged by Lindsay.

Both of them tumbling and rolling on the giant fluffy bed, Nico was trying to squirm away from her cluthes, but Lindsay's surprise attack havce worked, giving her all the chances to take the initiative.

Lindsay grabbed at his feet, trying to snatch onto his ankle. If she got it, she'd bring his foot close and begin to vigorously tickle it, hoping to wear him out with his own laughter.

Of all the strategies she could use to wear him down, Nico had not imagined that Lindsay would even start to tickle the sole of his foot.

The bad news for the Italian boy were that... yea, he was ticklish. An awfully lot, actually. "W-What are you...?? N-nonono..aaahahahaha!!"
And thus, as she started to play with his foot, Nico couldn't help but squirming in her grip, laughing histerically until he was going short-breathed.
"Nuuu please stop this..hahahahahaha...huff huff..hahahaha!".

Nico was lucky that their rules obliged Lindsay to win her rounds via KO, otherwise he would end up suffering a shameful tickle-submission.
Well maybe not that lucky, for the non-stopping tickle torture was softening him a lot, granting Lindsay all the chances for further assaults.

She continued to assault his foot, slowly climbing up his body, tickling all the way up, until she got right on his back, sitting down.
She pinned him down, tickling his foot until she deemed him too weak to get up.

"Uahahahaha...omg...stop staawp hahahaha....!". The poor boy had no choice but to keep squirming and forcefully laughing, until he was visibly exhausted and weakened on the large bed.

She spun him around, and INSTANTLY forced him into a tight breast smother, letting him softly rest within the suffocating orbs. "Shhh"

"W-Wah..??? mmrffhhh....". Nico had not much choice but to obey at Lindsay shushing him. Well, he was actually trying to say "I can't breath", but almost nothing came out from inside the embrace of Lindsay's large bosoms... except for a cute muffled sound "mff......"

The boy was flailing around but he was too weak to fight his way out, so Lindsay had him just where she wanted him: smothered nice and deep bewteen her pillowy breasts with no chance to get out.

"How many times have you ended up like this...oh well, doesn't matter" she taunted, smothering the life outa him.

Lindsay's playful taunts obtained the desired effect, nudging Nico into struggling more for freedom. But, for how he tried to wriggle his head side to side or buck his hips, Lindsay's large breasts seemed to be everywhere, having his face in a warm, smothering seal with their embrace so that his breathing would stay traped within her cleavage, making it warmer and wetter and thus making it harder for poor Nico to breathe.

Realizing that he was only getting light-headed with a futile struggle, the Italian boy slowed down for a moment. Maybe it was better to calm down for a moment and spare energies, then find a good way to break free, he thought, while her perfumed breasts were embracing...lulling...and smothering him.

Was it really a good idea to take a pause to think of a possible escape strategy???

She paused, holding her breasts over him. "Hmm..out already...usually doesn't take this quick to KO you...well..." "I guess I won this round?" She was confused, his lack of struggling tricked her into thinking he was already KO'd.