Jell-O Wrestling Class: Aimi Kyoshida vs. Nico Marelli

Aimi mistook the sucking as a perverted move. "Oooh~" she moaned. Her morals told her to stop but her body wouldn't listen. There was more of fight between her mind and body than in the actual match. She pushed down on him more but couldn't endure much sexual tension. Her singlet's fabric was skin tight and didn't breath, which felt kinda sexy and didn't help Nico's lungs.

"Mrfhhh mnfh...", the boy was squirming to no avail in the squishy jello wasting his vanishing air supply, which would make his movements more pleasurable for Aimi while her breasts and the skin tight fabric of her suit were smothering him into weakness.

"Aaah." Aimi let out a soft moan. Why do things that are so bad make us feel so good? She thought. Her sexual tension was starting to grow a bit too much for her. Her arms began to give out from under her. If her arm strength became weaker than Nico's, he could start to gain the upper hand. She thought of a move when she was researching mixed wrestling. She tried to move her legs through the jello and use those to hold his arms down and bring him into a facesit. If that worked, she hoped that he would pass out before he tried anything naughty.

When Aimi released him from her smothering breasts, Nico had just enough time to take a gasp of much needed air. Then, his arms were locked down by her legs.
"H-Hey what... n-no you don't...mmffhhhh!!!". Nico's eyes widened in deep embarassement as Aimi's curvy butt came down to smother him into the jello pool again, his nose pressed deeply inbetween her buttcheeks.

Aimi thought she could endure more in this position. She started to have a 'What-the-hell-am-I-doing?' moment. She then remembered it was a Jello match. She spotted some nice, cool Jello and with a giggle, scooped some up and took a nibble. She turned her body slightly, unintentionally smothering her butt into Nico's face a bit more, and saw Nico's chest and belly. She attempted to tickle him with her jello covered hand.

Nico's face was grinded deeper into the embarassing trap of Aimi's hips as she shifted her weight slightly, sealing his nose against inbetween her buttcheeks and his mouth against her crotch. His muffled voice would now tingle her private parts as his body reacted to the teasing touch of her jello-covered fingers.

Both smothered and forced to a muffled laugh by her teasing tickle torture, Nico was induced to waste more of his already scarce air supply.
"Mrfhh..mhahahammfff...", she could enjoy his squirmings while the boy was getting weak underneath her. His legs kicked into the slippery pool, but it was probably just going to splash jello here and there to Aimi's further joy.

"Ehehehe." Aimi giggled as Nico flailed under her. She was enjoying herself and being secretly aroused. "For a wrestler, you don't do much wrestling." She taunted. "This is fun and I don't want it to end so soon." Aimi stood up, backed away a few inches and got back on her knees. "Are you still alive?" She giggled.

Nico gasped for welcome air , his face all red because of the embarassing air deprivation.
"D-Damn... i w-was about to suffocate..", he protested, though Aimi could tell from the bulge in his pants that at least a part of him had enjoyed her smother.

The boy got up on his knees, willing to strike back as he was aiming to tackle Aimi. Though, his muscles were weak from the prolonged oxygen deprivation, and the slippery surface did the rest, having Nico basically bring himself right into Aimi's awaiting arms without any impressive strenght in his supposed-to-be attack.

"Hey!" Aimi said with a smile. "Kids shouldn't swear." She playfully wagged her finger and felt Nico sort of fall on her. She also felt something being pulled down. Aimi felt a breeze and looked down to find one of her relatively large breasts out in the open. Her embarrassment came back and her face turned beet red. With a slight shriek, she covered. I'm going to have to lose this embarrassment sooner or later but I guess I can do that in my next match. She thought.

Nico had basically ended face first into Aimi's jello-covered lap, where he then had turned around and freezed in embarassed enticement at her short teasing display of her perfect nude breast.
"G-Gasp...!!", his face flared to each possible shade of red, giving her any chance to make her next move.