Mariko Ishii vs Hiro

Mariko smiled down at Hiro’s blushing face, finding him absolutely adorable in his defenseless and exhausted state. “Oh, you’ll see~” she answered with a giggle, then moved to stand facing his legs, with one foot by either side of his head.

She’d then gradually kneel down, slowly swaying her hips from side to side as she went, until her sexy rear was seated right on top of Hiro’s handsome face while her shins pinned his arms to the mat. Mariko would then take a moment to adjust herself on Hiro’s face to get comfortable, before once again returning her hand to wrap around his manhood and starting to slide it up and down his shaft once again.

"W-wait... n-no... n-nnngg...!" Hiro tried to protest to no avail as Mariko's ass descended on her face, eventually smothering him again while he's laid upside down on the corner. "Mmmhhh!" the boy let out a muffled cry while he squirmed in discomfort, until he felt Mariko's hand returned to his manhood.

He let out a yelp, but what followed it was a series of moans, his body writhing under Mariko as the stimulation and her drifting air made him docile once again. Hiro couldn't even tap out or cry his submission even he wanted to like this as his opponent had already taken care of his arms as well. Worse, this renewed humiliation was getting him excited again for some reason, and his mind soon succumbed to his submissive side, causing any thought of resisting to be replaced by some sort of enjoyment.

"Mmmfff... mmhhff... mmmff..."

Mariko laughed softly as she heard Hiro’s desperate cries muffled by her rear while he struggled beneath her. She lightly shook her ass around a bit more to rub it in his face, and noticed his resistance quickly dying down as she continued to work over his manhood with her hand.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself down there.” Mariko teased with a giggle. Then after a few more moments of smothering him, she raised her rear an inch or two off his face, and moved a leg off of one of his arms. She doubted he had sufficient strength left - or the will, for that matter - to fight back, and he’d need it free for what she wanted next from him.

“Had enough yet?” she asked while grinning back at him. “If you want to get out of this, give it a kiss,” she gave her rear another little shake just above him to clarify what she meant, “and surrender while you can. Unless you want me to smother you out and leave you unconscious and covered in your own cum. That’d be quite an embarrassing way to end your big debut, but it’s your call~”

Hiro looked like a mess by the time Mariko lifted her rear to give him some breathing space. He gasped and panted, the woman's words barely registered into his head until she mentioned about his face being covered in all his own cum. No. Just no. Anything but that. He wouldn't be able to leave his room if that ever happened. Just thinking about it already made him shivered to his bones.

Despite not being able to speak properly at the moment, Hiro would lean up, trying to kiss Mariko's ass before tapping out, finally had enough of this crazy night. He probably should have done way back then.

Mariko giggled as her defeated prey leaned up to kiss her rear and submitted to her. The ref called for the bell to end the match, but the Japanese beauty then stood back up, grinning down at the boy.

“Well, that was a lot of fun.” she said, raising her stocking-covered foot and setting it down right on Hiro’s face. He’d gone out of his way to show his affection for her feet earlier, so why not give him a little gift before she left? Such was her sarcastic inner reasoning, anyway. Naturally she was only doing it for her own amusement.

“Thanks for the match, handsome. We should do it again sometime~” Mariko said, before finally removing her foot from his face. She then went to grab her boots, then carried them by her side as she sauntered back up the ramp and disappeared backstage.

It's finally over for Hiro, although he still had to deal with the embarrassment he received tonight for a while. Mariko's foot on his face was just the final insult to the injuries, and he was too tired to do anything about it anymore.

The boy remained on his upside down position for a bit, watching the swaying hips of the woman as she left him, his face felt like burning from shame. Eventually he forced himself to got up, and hurried his way to the backstage as well after fixing his pants.