Trista-Ayane vs Okami-Ataru (finished)

Temporarily "saved" by Okami, Ataru tried to escape to his corner but he got easily caught by the girls and placed between their hips to suffer their tagteam smother. "m-mfh....". His cute, muffled whimpers would get absorbed by Trista's lovely butt.

Their cute prisoner tried to meekly resist, but soon he became docile and sleepy in their teasing hold, his head rocked from side to side by their wriggling butts as he became totally helpless.

"Quick Ayane, get off!" Trista had said, and as soon as Ayane got off, Trista flipped him over, and sat on his face, pulling his legs under her arms, hooking them under her arms, both Trista and Ayane waited in the ring for the ref girl to start the count.

Okami could not interfer this time, as Trista sealed Ataru's fate with her teasing pin. Purring in a barely conscious state, Ataru could only murr and wriggle his face faintly under her perfectly shaped butt, about to pass out underneath her as the ref proceeded to count: "ONE..! TWO....! "

"THREE!" Trista had gotten off of Ataru, gave him a deep kiss as Ayane tagged herself in. "Come in here Okami! We are going to have alot of fun!"

Worn out for good already, Ataru let out a faint whimper as Trista's deep, sweet kiss gave him the last touch, having him pass out with a silly peaceful face.

"Ugh..." Okami was quite nervous, knowing that he was now forced to face both Ayane and Trista in a handicap match.
"O-Ok... here we go!", he finally said, thrusting forward in a bit of a predictible way to try and catch her into a standing bearhug.

"NO!" Ayane had yelled as she attempted to punch him hard in the face, and then would go for a kick to his head, then would try to punch his gut.

Okami was reached by a punch and a kick but got to catch her in her strong embrace anyways. "D-Darns... y-you're a savage girl...". Okami's comment would be unwittingly ironic, coming from one who had grown up in a forest in Okinawa.

In any case, Ayane's strikes hurt for good, and he decided to let go of her, his own way: performing a belly to belly suplex that would throw Ayane at the corner.
If successful, Okami would then stand up and wait for her to get up, aiming to run at her and hopefully pressing her against the turnbuckle.

Though, as said before Okami was not so good at strategies: he had actually tossed Ayane into the girls' corner. Therefore, he was now running directly into a trap.

Ayane had stood up, but moved so he would have his shoulder hit the turnbuckle. She would then tag Trista in, as they would then try to get him to his knees, so they could sandwich him between their breasts.

"Unghf...!" Okami was slightly disoriented by his missed strike so that, when the girls forced him to his knees he was powerless to resist. "Oh-n-noes..", he fruitlessly tried to sneak out of their double embrace, as he saw 2 pairs of soft, large breasts coming to engulf his face in a slow, inevitable way, both the girls apparently very happy of what was about to happen.

The girls were laughing as they rubbed their breasts against his head, watching it bounce back and forth, and they would now hug each other tightly to try to wear him down.