Debut Match: Asher vs Noomi! (Finished)

It was really hard to think with her strokes over his covered manhood, all of his blood had long since ceased going to his brain at this point. He needed to do something to stop this but, he really didn't want to stop this because it felt so good. "A...ah it Means beautiful...Schatz means treasure..." He explained a word he hadn't got out in his original moaning but one could put together he meant to call her beautiful treasure but her teasing had made that impossible at the moment.

As those plump breasts came spilling out, he looked over how perfect they were especially up close and personal like this. It really was a dream come true, even as she came scooting up his body and they slowly began to envelop his face. Her nipple dragging across his cheek made him blush a dark red. His embarrassed features though were quickly enveloped by her breasts leaving him a plump fleshy smother.

His breath was hot against her flesh, his sweaty face now rubbing up against her as well as she deprived him of oxygen while stroking his hair sweetly. His breaths turned into hot moans as she slipped her hand right onto his bare shaft which quickly began to pulse and throb against her delicate hand as she worked him skillfully. This was a dangerous place to be barely able to breathe while she worked him towards a climax that would definitely leave him more weakened that is if he didn't pass out from lack of oxygen first.

In her skillful grip though, he really shouldn't of worried about passing out first there was no way he was going to last with her taking those long hard strokes and then the increase in space. He began to squirm his body on fire from pleasure as he bucked up slightly into her hand. His lips and tongue brushing over her breasts as she drove him right towards a quick and hard orgasm. If she kept the pace he would let out a muffled cry before cumming hard shooting his hot seed onto her hand and inside his boxers in a humiliating display of her dominance over him.

"Mmm~ there we go." Noomi let out a soft sigh as she settled herself down over top of Asher, lightly twisting at the waist to massage her buxom chest up against his face. She gave small soft moans at each nuzzle and kiss from the boy trapped below as his strength began to fade.

With him unable to put up any resistance against her it was so easy to play with his throbbing manhood. Each long stroke she brought her hand up, her thumb brushed over top of its head, circling briefly before sliding back down along his slick and sticky shaft. Each pump of her hand made an audible wet squish which only increased as she ramped up her efforts.

As his body tensed up, she leaned down over top of him harder, heaving her chest roughly into his head as she took the last few hard strokes before feeling him give out, body convulsing underneath her as he was rocked by his orgasm. She continued to strike his shaft through each pump of his body, staining his boxers with a large wet stain, leaving her hand covered in his juices. She worked him slower now until his erection faded away.

With a small triumphant giggle she slipped her hand out from his boxers. She dragging her palm then the back of her hand across his slacks to wipe herself clean and leave his clothes stained. She lowered her covered crotch back down to straddle his abdomen. Noomi leaned back, freeing Asher from the confines of her chest, but not before leaning suddenly to one side, literally smacking him across the face with one of her breasts.

"Aw~ was that all you had?" The silver haired girl smirked down at Asher beneath her, crawling off of his hips to lay herself down across his chest, those full breasts mushrooming up against his body again. Reaching over she hooked one of his legs, pulling it as close as she could in a show of his flexibility as she pinned him to the mat.

The referee waited a moment, making sure this was actually a legitimate pinfall attempt before dropping to the mat, striking it with their palm. "One!"

"I didn't even break a sweat… that was so easy~" Noomi hummed pleasantly, lowering her head to place a few more idle kisses along Asher's collar as she grinded her chest against his while pinning him to the mat.

"Two!"

Asher was barely conscious as she finished off his orgasm, staining his boxers like it was the most casual thing to do. Groaning as she slid her hand out and finally pulled her breasts off his face he took in deep needy breaths. His face was slick with sweat from being trapped in her breasts, though she wasn't done with him as she smacked his face to the side with her breasts in a very dominating and humiliating way knocking spittle out of his mouth.

He couldn't really respond to her Honey laced taunt, only able to groan weakly. He could barely enjoy the feeling of her breasts mushroomed against his body as she decided to grasp his leg and pull it up stretching him out making him whine. He was pinned, drained and humiliated under this cute girl who he hadn't even pulled a move off on really.

Hearing the ref count the pin he tilted his head to the side whimpering softly as she kissed his neck while grinding into his chest. He just wanted to give up his body to weak to do anything at this point. Yet at her taunting though he felt like he had to do something. As the hand came down for the third count he pushed off his shoulder from the mat breaking the pin. The ref stopping looking surprised by holds up two for the two count.

Despite her performance in this match, Noomi was a rookie in the ring. When it came to most of the finer details, she with wasn't trained there just yet or didn't really care. Any professional would have told her that her form when pinning Asher had been poor. Her weight had been on his chest with nothing to hold down the boy's shoulders… though bonus points for hooking at least his leg.

When Asher threw up an arm, it was certainly a surprise to her and the audience, though eyes looking on in the back knew better. Still, this left Noomi pouting for a moment as she looked down at Asher, shifting slightly on his chest so she still lounged comfortably across him. The hand that had been holding his leg up slipped down along his thigh, reaching down between his legs to clamp her hand down on his balls through the fabric and give them a firm, crippling squeeze.

"Don't think you even have a chance… you're cute, but you belong to me now~" She leaned in close, smiling down at him with an almost sickenly sweet tone with playfulness ill befitting the fact she had him in a vice grip. Slowly she raised to her knees, hooking one arm under his head to start to drag him up to his feet along side her.

It wasn't until she had to rise completely she had left go of his balls with one last squeeze before trying to strand him up straight opposite her. It was a temporary situation however, as she immediately would try and lean forward and hook an arm between his legs and another over his shoulders, attempting to scoop him up off the mat and slam him back down with a simple body slam. While not the strongest woman in the league, she was more than capable of lifting the light Asher. If she managed to ground him again, she would give his chest a hard stomp for good measure.

Asher wasn't sure what he was going to do after he kicked out, it was obvious he didn't have any real energy left especially after the orgasm and smother. It had only been her somewhat lazy pin that allowed him to kick out at all. Whatever ideas or plan he may have had ended extremely quickly though as she suddenly gripped his balls in a vice like grip. He squealed and screamed in agony his body writhing under hers as pain exploded across him stars dancing across his vision. This was definitely more than enough to take the fight out of him.

He heard her words just barely as his body writhed in agony underneath her. But he knew it was true, he was hers and he wasn't sure if that meant just in the ring now. His body was easily dragged up towards his feet he was compliant with the agony she was inflicting upon him. As he got to his feet he whimpered as she finally released him his legs nearly giving out.

Offering no resistance he was immediately scooped up by Noomi the crowd going crazy at seeing such a cute girl lifting the smaller boy up like he weighed nothing. His back smashed down hard onto the mat his body arching as he cries out in pain before it was cut short with her foot stamping hard on his chest. He wheezed and curled up on the mat clutching his shirt his whole body now just radiating pain.

The impact of Asher onto the mat was enough to make her bounce a bit as the ring shook beneath her. The crowd was more than happy to see it, especially with her bare chest still exposed to the audience. She didn't seem embarrassed by the display, hardly showing any real sign of care as her buxom breasts bobbed against as she stomped the downed boy. This level of dominance from someone so petite was seemingly a crowd favorite, whipping the whole audience into a fresh despite both wrestlers being fresh faced rookies.

Noomi raised her foot, bringing the heel of her boot down slowly on top of Asher's cheek, forcing his head to the side. She leaned forward onto that leg, grinding his face into the mat while all the while giggling like an innocent little schoolgirl at his inability to mount a proper defense.

"I tried to give you a happy ending to our match but you were just so rude and kicked out! Now I have to make you pay some more." The silver haired girl gave his head one hard shove before she hopped backwards a few steps, turning it into a full on backpedal. She threw her back into the ropes, springing forward to run at the downed Asher.

Rather than coming down at him with a big attack immediately, she opted to run over top of him, making sure to dig her boot into his stomach as she passed, using his body as a stepping stone. She ran to the distant ropes, turning to hit them at her back against before zooming towards the downed boy once more.

She leapt up into the air, kicking her legs forward and letting herself tilt backwards as she came down almost cannonball style to land on the brunette boy's face with her plump backside, using weight and gravity to smash him underneath her body.

Asher wasn't going to be doing too much moving after such a hard scoop slam from the petite Noomi, he was already so worn out that it just took a lot of the fight right back out of him. Groaning as he laid there, as she ground her foot into his face, in quite the dominant and brutal fashion he whimpered his face pressed to the side. Her innocent schoolgirl giggles while she was being so brutal really got the crowd going.

He let out a small grunt as she shoved his face to the side, his eyes fluttered as he tried to wheel his body to move while she went running for the ropes. Everyone knew that wasn't happening especially as she came running back and her boot dug into his stomach. He wheezed as she did that pushing out his hair again while adding more abuse onto his body. A large part of him wishing he would have just stayed down.

When she came back for the finisher he looked right up into the air to see her plump backside descending rapidly towards his face. He turned his head to the side just a bit so she didn't break his nose but it didn't matter much as she came smashing down right on his face. The sexy but brutal attack shook the ring as pain exploded across his head, his body twitching underneath her. He laid there panting against her ass barely even conscious seeing stars.

Noomi had been kind enough to leave Asher hazy and breathless before, but when that proved to not done enough the game plan changed. This was by in large part to advice from her tag partner who was more or less a jackhammer of a woman and nkt known as being a gentle soul. To her surprised, the application of a little more force left Asher reeling in far less time, a prime target for her to come down like a meteor on his face with her backside.

She wobbled on impact to keep on top of him, dropping her boots to the far left and right to stabilize herself while reaching back to put a hand on Asher's chest for stability. Once she had obtained balance though, it was back to business as usual as she took up her new throne and got comfortable.

There was a brief window for Asher to breath while she got situated, lifting off him just long enough to get up onto her knees and Nestle her pink panties back down over his face, pushing her crotch down over his features oppressively. One by one she collected his arms, guiding them up over his head to then walk her knee over them, trapping them under her weight. Once those pesky arms were out of the occasion, the stage was set.

Noomi worked to wiggle her covered sex down on his face, rolling her hips and twisting from side to side, working Asher's head into position before bringing her thoughts in tighter to lock him in, face up into the facesit. Once she was pretty sure she had him captured in full, the streamer girl leaned back an placed his hand on his chest, reclining a bit as she starting to grind herself up against her helpless foe. "Mmm~ it's over for you, sötnos."

Asher was reeling in pain from the massive ass drop on his face, stars swimming in front of his eyes as he groaned weakly underneath her. As he blinked, he could see those pretty pink panties of her swaying in front of his face as she moved to get comfortable. He was breathing hotly, feeling weak already and unsure what she was about to do while she got herself comfortable on him taking her time to the delight of the crowd.

He groaned weakly as she collected his arms and pull them up getting him nice and secure underneath him. He could barely struggle or put up any resistance as she got him prepared to be a throne, showing how much she had actually conquered him. "W...wait a minute" he mumbled weakly against her panties as they began to descend.

As she pressed down onto his face and began to grind across his face he whimpered against her his sounds nicely muffled. His legs kicked weakly, while a hardon grew inside his trunks once again. He was in a terrible spot and this time he wasn't getting out. His hot breath washed over her crotch while she raked over his face in one of the sexiest ways possible he couldn't even hear her voice.

"That's right, I own you…" Noomi giggled softly as she rode Asher's face. She kept up a steady grind over his features, changing things up briefly when she managed to find a small sweet spot that made her coo affectionately. His struggled heated breathes were a delight, but she thought it was time to put him down. While it was clear to anyone watching that this was over and she seemed more than happy to milk the situation, asserting further dominance was her new focus.

Leaning back, she balled up a fist, giving the brunette boy a punch in the stomach while he was weak. Once she had confirmation he wasn't really able to defend himself however, she would hit him again, and again with a full set thwack against his abdomen. She was knocking out whatever air he had left in his lungs while smothering him out. When she felt his strength had faded most, she slipped her hand back to clasp his manhood and hold it firm as a final statement of her ownership over him. "Nighty night~"