Leah Shaw vs Astolfo Cambarga - Standard Hentai Match

“Here… we… GO!” Leah had hoisted Astolfo back into the air, tugging at the sides of his bottoms hard enough they rode up a bit on the boy. When she brought him down, the impact had been enough to shake the entire ring. She stood over him, panting softly with a wide grin on her face. She LOVED powerbombs. It wasn't often she was able to make use of them, especially not as efficiently as she been able to with him. Astolfo was so much easier for her to lift than anyone else she had faced this far.

She stood triumphantly over Astolfo, putting her fists firmly on her hips striking a pose. She puffed out her bare chest a bit much to the cheers and delight of the crowd, though she assumed it was because of how cool she looked at the moment rather than the fact she was showing off her assets.

She hopped over Astolfo, standing over his head. She raised her leg, planting her foot firmly on his chest, wiggling her toes over what she assumed was his sensitive breasts, still unaware he was… well, a he. With a giggle, she dropped down to her knees, situating his head between her thighs.

Reaching back, she attempted to grab a handful of his head, tugging his head up a bit so she could wrap her legs around his head in a reverse headlock. She would drape her body across his, resting her breasts comfortably on his abdomen, giving a small wiggle as she nestled herself in.

"You did good... let me show you some appreciation." She cooed softly. Reaching out she pinched either end of Astolfo’s bottoms, smirking to herself. She was pretty sure she was going to have this match in the bag with him seemingly unable to defend himself. She would give the bottoms a few small tugs, trying to playfully work them off down his thighs.

Astolfo arms and legs were spread out as he gasped for air while laying on the ground due to the powerbomb he had suffered. He would feel his opponent placing his foot on his chest, right where his nipple would be. At the moment all he could do was groan as this happened. He then felt his opponent sit on top of him before pulling on his hair and wrapping her legs around his head to place him in a reverse headlock.

He would then feel his bottom being tugged, coming off. The pink hair wrestler would attempt to squirm and kick his legs around, attempting to slow his opponent down. His hands, on the other hand, would attempt to pry Leah legs off his head but being weakened already made this resistance pitiful.

Leah glanced back over her shoulder as she slowly peeled Astolfo’s bikini bottoms off. She wiggled a bit, giving his head a small squeeze. It tickled a bit how he was trying to pull her legs apart to little effect. “Mm-mmm. You’re mine now, behave.” She turned back around to finish pulling off his bottoms when she was stunned into silence.

She tilted her head, blinking as she stared between her pink haired opponent’s legs. Up until now, Leah had assumed they had just been a really cute girl. It turned out though, Astolfo was one of the most adorable boys she had ever seen. She let out a small squee of excitement, reaching out to pinch two fingers around the tip of his manhood's head, giving it a small testing tug just to make sure it was real. She was flabbergasted.

“Oh my gawd… you are so darn cute, I had no idea.” She bit her bottom lip lightly, slowly curling her fingers around his member to lightly begin to stroke him. “You totally had me fooled… I hope I’m not embarrassing you or anything by saying you are as cute as a button…” With her free hand she tried to force his legs to the canvas one than the other. She rolled her body up against his, breasts grinding to his midsection. “This is going to be so much more fun now.” She sounded rather excited by the prospect.

It seemed that Astolfo was in quite in the bind, getting weaker and weaker as the seconds passed by. Attempting to remove Leah's legs from his neck seemed to be only speeding up the process as he was wasting precious energy. He could attempt to play dead again, it seemed to work last time but he suspected that his opponent would see through it this time. The pink hair wrestler needed to do something and fast or he would be passing out soon.

Leah managed to get his underwear off, revealing his manhood, it seemed to catch her by surprise as she then pinched it and gave it a tug as he heard a squee come from her. It seemed his secret was now out and she was totally excited by it. The pink hair wrestler would have given a response but having his neck being sandwich by two fine looking legs made it hard to do so. His legs would then be forced to the canvas before he felt Leah's breast grind his midsection. The pink hair wrestler decided to act while she was distracted. He would stop trying to pull her legs off his neck and instead attempt to pull her panties off, even if it meant he had to rip it off.

The match had turned itself around so fast. While there had been the early close call at the hands of Astolfo's submission skills, the back and forth between the two seemed to fall in her favor. For now, she seemed to have him in the palm of her hands… literally as she slowly brought her firm grip up and down along the boy’s growing shaft. She was staring intently, biting her lower lip as she looked on excitedly.

She could feel the dull throb as her fingers slipped along his member, each stroke working in time with the constricting grip of her thighs working to drain the willpower to fight out of him. She conversely seemed to be in good health, indulging a bit with her current dominance by grinding her body up against his. She seemed slightly aware once his hands left her smooth things, hooking her bottoms. She seemed content to tease, swaying her hips from side to side to make his struggle to draw them down far more difficult, stalling his progress as she had her way with him.

Leah lowered her head slightly, pressing her lips lightly to the tip of his manhood. Between her long luxurious strokes she planted another… And another along the sides. “Don't worry… I am going to take really good care of you, cutie.” The blond glanced back over her shoulder, giving her legs a sudden tight squeeze, more actively trying to choke him out, trying to make him more subservient. “Behave.”

Astolfo would eventually would be able to work her bottoms down, finding them impossible to remove past her mid thighs with her legs locked around his head. The material was smooth and stretchy, difficult to rip. If he continued to try, he might be able to tear them off at the cost of precious time.

Astolfo could feel Leah starting to work his shaft, causing it to get harder while he started to get weaker and weaker. Though he was having a hard time staying up, the same could not be said for his private, which was now getting hard and pointing straight up. Feeling her lips make contact on it put him in a bittersweet position, sure he was enjoying what his opponent was doing to his sex but her legs around his neck were taking its toll on him and he didn’t want to lose the match.

He managed to start getting his opponent bottoms off her but couldn’t get it past the mid thighs. The pink hair wrestler would start to then pass out as he heard Leah words while she swayed her hips from side to side. His arms would then let go as he was now in dreamland and not faking it like before.

Leah lowered her head to the side, cheek pressed firmly to Astolfo’s thigh. She nuzzled the interior lightly with a soft coo as she continued to play with his shaft mostly unopposed. As he faded between her legs, her strokes slowed to a stop leaving her thumb to gently circle the tip. She lifted her head, glancing back to eye the motionless arms that had fallen to the side.

She gave a small untrustworthy look, tightly closing her thighs around his neck even harder. Once… twice… nothing. Was he out? She grinned from ear to ear, incredibly happy with herself. Of course, she hadn't won the match yet. She still had to do so much more to him before that could happen… but she had never choked someone out before. It felt great, especially after he had nearly done the same to her earlier.

She wanted to reposition, get a bit more comfortable but before she did, she was curious about something else. She uncoiled her legs from around his head, wiggling her crotch into his face as she straddled him. Peering down at his manhood, she lowered her head, lips parting just slightly as she neared. The crowd was already cheering, chanting for her to go all the way. She ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation.

With a firm grasp at the base of his shaft she slowly inserted his member into her mouth, her luscious lips hugging his length as she gently suckled at him. She hummed softly, bringing her head up and down as she sampled the act of giving her opponent head trying to decide if she liked it or not. She gave his form a few coiling laps with her tongue before withdrawing completing leaving him slicked with her saliva, a thin strand hanging down between his head and her lips.

Her fingers wrapped lovingly around his shaft again, returning to the gentle caress of her stroking. She lifted a leg, dismounting Astolfo’s face as she resituated herself beside him. On her knees at his side, she reached down with her free hand to work off her bottoms, tugging them loose. From there she laid herself down at his side, partially dripping her naked body up against his, throwing a leg over her.

She cuddled close, grinding up against him as she worked him over, harder and faster. She balled her bikini bottoms up in her palm, reaching out to press them over her opponent’s mouth, trying to stuff them inside like a gag.

“I wonder if I win automatically if you are still out when you finally climax.” she mused softly to herself, playfully kissing a trail up Astolfo’s neck, all the way to his ears. Sher suckled one of his earlobes gently, nibbling at the soft bit of flesh.