Arya vs Ataru - Penalty match (complete)

"G-Gasp... help... mgghhhf... @.@".
Ataru was all but overwhelmed by Arya's passionate and dominant kissing. As he was trying to squirm out of her clutches, she had now also wrapped her strong luscious legs around him, squeezing him and holding him close so that she could continue to kiss him silly.

Whenever she was not french kissing him, Arya was smooching all over his face which, with her Poison-Ivy gimmicks, was probably covering his face with lipstick marks... according to the amused laughters from the fans.

Arya made sure he knew exactly how screwed he was by pausing the kisses, leaning back, and looking him dead in the eyes, head at the side and smiling.
"Look at how defenseless you are." The girl says, keeping. up a slow, lower body grind.

Ataru would gasp, desperately trying to catch his breathing as Arya finally paused her kissy assault. All red faced, the boy couldn't help but moan at the slow, mockingly seductive winding of her hips.


"U-uhhh...I..I am not defenseless....", he would groan, trying to squirm towards the ropes in spite of her seductive opponent pinning him down.

She let him squirm, giggling down at him as she lay on top. "Carry me all the way cutie~" Arya instructs, as he puts a large amount of tiring energy to move him and the sexy woman across the matt.

"You can do it~"

Ataru carries their combined weight to the ropes.. keep draining his own strenght and stamina as he does so. Little he knows that he is just dancing in the palm of Arya's hand now, as she is cunningly let him tire himself.

"Uffff.... t-there..... ref... tell her to break the hold..!!". I groan once reached the ropes.. but as always in tension matches, the ref-girl just yawns looking at me, and giving a knwoignwink to Arya as to imply "do whatever you like".

Arya grips his wrist, and pulls him away from the ropes. "Oh no, looks like you juussstt missed it." She taunts, guiding his hand all the way back.

"You deserve a prize for the efforts." She says, and places his hand on her squishy, perfect booty. "Love it?" She asks, and starts to resume her kissing, making sure they are all sloppy and loud.

Playfully dominated by an ever more excited Arya, Ataru would have his hand placed onto the softest, loveliest booty ever, groping it some as an inevitable male instinct.

"Uhhh..s-soft... wah.. no..not againmmmghffff....!!".
The boy's cute flushed face was a best reply than every silly compliment he could make to her delicious butt... but Arya would not let him talk much in any case, sealing his lips again with a deep, vacuum like kiss as she sucked the air directlyfrom his lungs, making him woozy.
"mmnnnf..... @.@"

She moaned while kissing him. "You looovvee my soft tush..." She says, then leans forward, actually pinning him shoulders down, to the matt. "You just gotta keep squeezing..."

Ataru was reduced into a cute male doll for Arya, all hot and bothered as she pinned his shoulders to the mats, distracting him by letting him feel and enjoy the softness of her lovely butt.

"Mmm.... s-so soft and sexy....", he would murr, his hands groping happily on each of Arya's firm buttcheeks as she had him under her spell.

"Yes...please keep feeling my soft tush." She sooths, arms down for him.
The ref slapped the matt, yelling "ONE!" And then a "TWO"
Arya was coaxing him to stay down, assuring him. "I'll make you feel special."