Tasty challenge - Phe Phe vs Andy

At this point, Andy had realized he would better not understimate Phe: most opponents would stay down for the count after just the first part of his 'Rough Love Combo', but this girl had suffered all of them, and was now pushing him with remarkable energy... which actually was quite sexy to his eyes. Besides, she could have won the previous round, had she kept him into her smothering hold.

Nonetheless, your cute blowkiss will effectively distract him, allowing you to trip his legs.
"Heh.. ok Phe-chan, the same goes for youuuu..unnfffff..!!!" , he would say before you have him fall backwards into the canvas, arising a number of whipped cream splashes as you squish him underneath your voluptuous body.

The two you topple to the ground like two innocent children playing with one another. Thanks to the splash, a bit of cream landed squarely on Phe's cheek.

"H-hey!"

She would complain, but it was useless hiding the laughter in her voice, much less the sparkling smile on her face.
Not wasting time, Phe would grab one of your arms in both of her own, then throws her legs across your chest.

"Recognize this, Andy?"

Still smiling, Phe would ask before pulling back and thrusting her hips upward. However, she wouldn't throw too much pressure on you so early.

The back of your legs feel like a very smooth and enticing kind of prison as they push him down, rubbing against his heaving chest sensually. Though, he know that such snuggly sensation is only the beginning of something much more dangerous.

"G-Gasp.... armlock...", Andy says mostly to himself in alarm, matter of factly answering your question as he tries to to roll closer, which would both ease the pressure and make your legs curl up to yourself: a first step to an escape maneuvre, if your legs allow him to do such, that is.

"Wow, and you're smart too!"

Phe could barely hide her exitement when she hears your alarmed voice, since the sounds of your concerns for your own life brought laughter out of her chest.

"You're not scared, aren't you?"

Phe then notices how your escape attempt made way for her legs to rise up against her. If she had enough room, She'd simply let you roll towards her so that she can part her legs and encircle your neck in a Figure Four, with your one arm still wedged in-between.

"Alright...next question...do you know what this is?"

"Ugh... t-this is where i prove to be not that smart... pushing myself into a triangle choke!", he groaned, trying to pull back as soon as he realized his mistake: he had just unwittingly helped Phe placing him from the frying pan into the fire of her encoiling legs.

Phe's maneuvre was both lethal and seductive, her movements so fluid and sensuous as she controlled Andy's arm to pull him into a more intimate embrace with her inner thighs, curling her legs into a beautiful figure four around his head and thus pushing him closer to the heat of her crotch area.

Andy's struggles are now making the whole thing even more pleasurable for you, letting you feel the suggestive, squirmings of his manly, whipped-cream stained muscles inbetween your python-like legs, your appetizing prey desperately trying to escape from the sensually lethal suffocation that your grinding thighs are slowly starting to apply.

"N-Nghrff.... h-have to get...out...", he would breath out warmly against the uneasing closeness of your crotch, his concerned face looking up at you from inbetween your heated coils.

"You have to what....get out?"

Phe laughs.

"No you don't....because it feelsgoooood, doesn't it?"

Pounds of power would then flex around your neck and arm on her mark. Though the pain must've been something out of this world, there was something about how intimately her limbs entagled around you...how they securely kept you where her brown eyes could drink up the sight of your suffering as you two shared the same hot air together. It almost felt like the two of you were in love....

"N-ngrffffhhh....", Andy's breathless groans of pain would bath your inner thighs warmly, mixing with the whipped cream stains in making your legs become a pair of glistening, hot coils around his head, while your snakely hold tightens with slow, predatorial lust around your male prey.

Your thighs flex sensually and lethally around him, his every struggles ending up into getting himself wrapped up closer and closer in your lethally sensuous embrace, face now muffled against your damp crotch.

His labored breathings would give you a tingling sensation as you keep your eyes locked into his, drawing pleasure from his agonizing entrapment, his gaze sinking into your hungry eyes like that of a captured prey... or a exhilarated lover, his will struggling against the incoming weakness from lack of oxygen.

With his arm controlled, he can thrash around but can't move away, and to his further embarassement his trapped hand is resting on your supple bosoms, its restrainted movements rubbing your breasts pleasantly.

Funny how you starting to look like a big, struggling pile of cream before her. The more she dwelled on it, the funnier it became.

"Getting sleepy yet?"

Phe asks, putting on an added pound of pressure in her hold.

"Can you even speak, right now?"

"N-Nrfff.... y-you wish.... i'll g-get free....in a...uhnnhhh...mo...ment....". Even if he tried to play the tough guy, your womanly coils were squeezing and rocking him into crescent helplessness, his voice sounding drowzy, so amusingly contrasting with his silly stubborn attitude.

Plus, his tired struggles were only working against him: with each new small twist and wriggling of his body, your python-thighs would sap more strenghts from his muscles, devouring him deeper and easier into their embrace.

With the rhythmical flexing of your muscles, your prisoner would be moved back and forth nicely inbetween your inner thighs, each time emitting a feeble groan from his agonizing lips.

His vision started to blur as you kept lulling his mind while suffocating him in such a soothingly erotic vice, and his free hand was now merely rubbing your hip with cute weakness, letting you know he wasn't going anywhere.

The ring fell silent once more, with only the wet sounds of your body squirming against her cream-soaked form being heard, not to mention how heavily you huffed out your words.
If the ref had a say in what you were doing based only on what she was hearing, she wouldv'e sworn you two were having sex....only difference is that it had to be the kinkiest form of it that the ref had never seen before.

"Freaks...."

The ref mumbles to herself.

Cream that had already been covered Phe was now starting to ooze and melt from the hot entanglment. Some of it now running as thin as water down her face...seeping down into her cleavage....even past the brim of her underwear.

"Ugh, Andy, you're getting cream inside my panties!"

Phe's sudden annoyance would have the better half of her judgement, making her absent-mindedly squeeze harder than how she would've normally.