Phe-Phe vs. Okami

"G-Gasp... nrgghhhh...". Okami was snapped back into reality in the most harsh way as Phe put him again into her guillotine hold. Her long, sinuous legs became once again a strong vise around his waist to hold him in place while his head was locked under her armpit.

Your surprised prisoner starts struggling in your clutches. If you manage to find the way to constrict blood supply to his head, he knows that your hold will become less painful but more dangerous, allowing you to put him to sleep in a short time, so he especially wriggles his head, trying to make it harder for you to find his carothid.

At the same time, his wild squirmings increased the friction between his sweaty masculine body and your hot beautiful curves.

"aaawww, still fighting, are you?"

Phe does her best to fight tame your thrashing body, meanwhile her clenched fist seeks out your major artery.

"Just relax...stay calm...you're only making this-"

Phe pauses to catch her breath.

"-harder on yourself..."

"aaawww, still fighting, are you?"

Phe does her best to fight tame your thrashing body, meanwhile her clenched fist seeks out your major artery.

"Just relax...stay calm...you're only making this-"

Phe pauses to catch her breath before finishing.

"-harder on yourself..."

The unrelenting friction of your bodies caused Phe's body to boil intensily. The drenched locks of hair plattered over her face made it difficult to guide her hand and focus her chokehold.

All the squirming would make the hold hotter and erotically distracting for both himself and Phe.

"Nghrr.... nnnhhh..." With each new pulsation of your sensually lethal hold, he exhales a warm sigh against your sweaty body. Each time, a new slight amount of his strenghts is absorbed in your snuggly hold and you can feel his muscles become softer against you.

Cooing at your prisoner to relax him in your erotic choke, you can hear his breathless moaning, and feel his erection go harder, rubbing suggestively against your mound.

Wet sounds of flesh rubbing against the other grew louder, as the struggle between escape and captivity prolonged.

"nnnhhh...c...c'mon...b-boy...."

Inside, Phe's blood ran molten through her limbs, yet your breath felt was like rush of the artic winds against drenched valleys of her skin.
With her body drowning in your enveloping body mass, it was impossible to ignore the significant hardness rubbing so deep ...so deep that the ceiling lights began to fade in and out before her eyes.

This feeling...never felt so...good.

Her mouth began to feel like hot sand, and it was unusually difficult for Phe to swallow, much less say a word.

"Ok-...ami....j-us...nnnnhhhh......"

Okami's mind was slowly, relentlessy being lulled into heavenly and hellish extacy, being trapped in your clutches, the rocking movements of the clinging bodies so erotically hypnotic.

With each new sensuous squeeze, another small amount of strenght is absorbed from his body, softening his muscles, but increasing the sexual stimulation at the same time: every single pulsation from your sweaty arms and legs is rewarded by a mindless flexing of his back and glutes muscles, producing an increasingly intimate friction.

Okami would now relax into your hold, moaning breathlessly, giving you all the chances to secure your blood choke around his neck... If you can deal with the distracting arousal provided by the rhytmical rocking of his manhood against your crotch.

".....p-please...stop it...s-stop!...stop fighting!"

The sound of her voice sounding more desperate than controlled. With your moans shaking up the depths of her body, Phe soon realizes that her current position left her powerless to the reality that there was no escape from your probing hardness.

It was either Phe's gates breaking open or you passing out...whichever would come first.

Without another word, Phe bites her bottom lip, shuts her eyes, and braces herself tightly around you, eager to ride out your twitching body to the bitter end.

Okami could tell, from Phe's desperate yet eager voice and the tightening of her erotic squeeze, that he had only two possible ways out of her hold: pass out or hump her into hentai submisson.

His body twitches at such erotic thought, pressing harder into you as he feels your hot sweaty limbs tightening around his neck and waist to fully constrict him into helplessness.

Soon you can feel his struggles calm down and relish in the sensation of your prey succumbing in your coils, as you are squeezing the fight out of him: his muscles relaxing, allowing you to squeeze him closer, his crotch providing now just a delicate rocking caress into yours, his hands sliding meekly and caressingly against your hips, his soft panting and moaning bathing your skin warmly.

With each escaped pant of air from your lips, returns a weak intake of air from Phe's chest. Eventually, the two of you were swapping breaths as well as sharing each other's sweat in her blood restricting hold. Funny how such a seemingly deadly situation can resemble musky, nerve tingling sex.

"...ready to say goodnight, boy?"

Phe gulps and holds her breath at the feeling of another slight rub against her secret place, still managing to crack a faint smile afterwards.

"...or is your little friend just getting started?"

Okami would lay almost motionless in Phe's lethal embrace, gently rocked by the rythm of her breathing and the pulsations of her sexy female muscles.

Then, the sluggish hold of his arms undeneath your hips would tighten and, with a soft groan, he lifts your body for a slight moment and drives it down landing ontop, thus bringing both of you a little closer to the ropes. As a side but not neglectable effect of such maneuvre, his erect member would be pressed harder against your womanhood, as the trapped boy's lips let out a faint moan, due both to exertion and the undeniable sexual stimulation.

If you are not going to stop him in some ways, he will then take a few hot, constricted breaths to gather enough of his strenghts, and repeat the same move with another similar moan of agonizing pleasure, humping you a little harder and bringing both a little closer to the ropes again.

On the first slam, Phe's head snapped foward, as well as her heart nearly jumping out of her chest from the hard impact. Harsh as her fall was, your heavy, fatigued breathing still managed to fall on Phe's ears.

"A little tired are we?"

Phe asks, but your moans were the only answers necessary.
Realizing how standing up like that must've summoned a great deal of strength, especially your already deprived oxygen, Phe took her chance to roll out from under you and not more than a second later, her lovely rear end mounts squarely on your back as Phe straddles you.

"Hope I'm not too heavy, aren't I?"

She would ask, grinding herself ontop of you, aiming to keep you on the mat even for a little while.