Playing with Wolfie

Resa would smile as she felt Okami begin to try and free himself from the hold, his fruitless attempts signaling his progress back into reality. Although even then, she wouldn’t stop the hold, instead keeping the pressure up as she got to work.

Moving her hand on his leg, she’d begin to tease his boyhood with a slow stroke with a single finger. “Oh wolfie, I think I might have another idea here.” She’d say, now holding his whole member as she looked to his eyes. “What’ll work more? The pain in your back waking you? Or the pleasure of a handjob weakening you?” The answer was obvious, by Resa knew just how stubborn he’d be. And as sh began her handjob, she’d be sure to watch the deviancy of the wolfboy, his reluctance to give in going to be his worse enemy this time.

"U-Unnghh... I w-won't fall under your charms... you e-evil seductress... 0///0", Okami tried to reply with hero-like defiance. But the embarrassed blush on his face and the stutter in his voice let Resa know for sure that he was definitely being affected by her "sweet evil seductions".

Trapped in a sort of heaven & hell torture and nudged into a reaction by her playful teasings, Okami resumed his struggles with renwed urgency, but each knowing stroke from Resa's fingers was effectively messing up with his mind, causing him to moan in shameful delight.

His helpless, unconfortable entrapment was making the situation both more humiliating and more erotic, allowing Resa to completely control her beloved wolfboy as she constantly kept eye contact, basking in his blushing distress.
As planned by the busty seductress, Okami's resistance had soon worked against him, making him weaker but definitely not less aroused as she could leisurely has her way with him.

“Evil, now isn’t that a little mean wolfie?” Resa would ask, keeping eye contact while she increased her hanjob’s speed. “Seductress, maybe, I do enjoy seeing that look of yours a lot. It’s a rather cute look for a wolfboy such as yourself.” Clearly having no problem with the claim, Resa would just prove it as she kept him in place.

And as she felt him get weaker from his resistance, she’d slowly move their faces closer, blowing hot air into his face as a means of further embarrassing him. “And you like my advances, there’s no need to be ashamed in that.” She’d say, before capturing his lips in a rather unique lip lock.

Amused and overall unfazed by Okami's verbal and physical defiance, Resa seemed to have been encouraged even more into playing with her favorite wolfie toy. With his stretched muscles getting loose and soft from exhaustion in Resa's sensuous version of a torture rack, it made easier for the strong sexy girl to furtherly bend and arch Okami's body until they were face to face...

...And that was the perfect moment for Resa to make her submission hold even more exotic as Okami was caught and silenced by her liplock.
"Wah?-Mnghh...! 0///0 mmnnf.... @///@". The boy's eyes widened for a moment,  his squirmings going more urgent and uneasy, but soon she was binding him  furtherly in her enveloping web of dominant seduction.

"M-mnnhh... <3". In spite of his will, Okami's fighting spirit was being absorbed more and more into a pink haze. With her plush lips sucking his willpower directly out of him, her hand methodically caressing his girth into erect obedience, and the torture rack keeping the rest of his body soft and weak, the cute wolfboy belonged to Resa now.

“Mmmmm~” Resa would humm into Okami’s mouth, battling his tongue as she snaked hers into his mouth. The whole time she did, she kept a lasting hanjob on him, pushing him to the near edge of a hopeless climax. But just as she felt his cock twitch in need of release, she stopped her hand completely.

And at the same time, she released his mouth with a lasting pant, a trail of saliva between their lips as she looked back at him. “Sorry wolfie, but this climax won’t be because of a handjob. After all, I needed you active so you could enjoy the fruits of your choice.” Then without warning, Resa would shift him around before piledriving him into the bed, aiming to stun him on his back.

Trapped in Resa's erotic submission, Okami had been stroked, kissed and stretched until he was unable to fight back, his body twitching in anticipation while his lust-weakend mind was only waiting to surrender to her sensuous ministrations...

"Uuuuhhh p-please.... I can't.. wah???".
But of course, Resa was enjoying her wolfie boytoy too much to let him climax this easily, and without taking all the pleasure she could from it.
Easily turned around into an upside down embrace, Okami was being literally ragdolled by the sexy and strong vixen now, and before he knew it, Resa had piledrived him.

Normally, the poor boy would have been knocked out cold by such power move, but Resa had made sure to perform her neat piledriver onto her fluffy bed, where the handsome boy would have been reduced into a stunned, but overall still (barely) conscious state.
"U-Unnghh.... @///@", Okami would mumble once he flopped down into a prone position, the room looking like wavering and spinning before his dizzy eyes.

With Okami stunned once more, Resa would enjoy staring at his barely conscious state form. He was being throughly dominated, and there wasn’t anything that he could do about it. And that above all else was the most exciting thing for her.

But she would only stare at him for a few seconds, as she had a much better thing to do. Laying back down, she returned the boy’s member back to where it rightfully belonged, tight between her breasts. “You chose my breasts, so I’ll be sure to show you a good time with them. And maybe something else if you’re lucky enough.” She’d then start to roll his boyhood around, bullying him once again with another titfuck.

Having Okami stunned and weakened just like she liked him, Resa could now continue to play with her handsome toy without worrying about him trying to resist, and much less strike back.

"Uuhmmm...f-fuuu... @///@". Soon the dazed boy could feel the familiar sensation of her large breasts enveloping his groin into a warm, loving embrace, moaning faintly as their plump, round softness started to sensually bully his boyhood, rolling and gently pummeling around so that it would start to get hard again.His body was washed by waves after waves of mesmerizing pleasure as the smoothness of her naked breasts stimulated his ever more sensitive sex.

With Okami's "hot dog" so easily dominated in a love sandwich by Resa's large boobs, that made the perfect picture of how the wolfboy was secured in Resa's seductive jail and powerless to escape.

“How long will you last, I wonder?” Resa would ask , smirking at the boy’s member as she used her boobs to bully it into submission. Left and right, up and down, she’d go in every direction as she smacked his boyhood around like it was a hopeless opponent. Which wasn’t very far from the truth with how much of a fight Okami’s put up so far.

“How much longer?” She’d coo, keeping the tempo up without showing any signs of stopping. And unless he’d give her a good reason to, it wouldn’t be likely she would actually stop.

"Uuhhh I w-won't succcumb... again... 0///0", was the silly, wannabe-stubborn retort from Okami. Easily nudged into naive defiance by her playful mind games, the silver haired boy was trying to endure the undeniable stimulation, and increasing arousal mounting from Resa's plump breasts pummeling and rolling around his girth.

Which of course, could only lead him into building up more sexual tension in awaiting of a big, strenght-draining climax. Indeed, Okami's boyhood looked like a cute, little opponent that Resa's large soft boobs could pummel and bully to their heart's content, and it totally showed on the facial expressions of the two "contenders": Okami, blushing and moaning in aroused distress; Resa, smiling confidently and savoring the the imminent, undisputed victory of her challenging breasts over Okami's "little champion".

"U-Unnnghhh... n-no... I can't.... 0///0", Okami was soon groaning breathlessly, his lower body twitching in need of sexual releif, his throbbing girth ready to pop any moment now, at the next lightest squeeze from Resa's boobs.