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

Aimi felt something squirt into her mouth. She stopped her sucking and let it shoot out onto her. It felt warm, dirty, wrong, and yet so good. She let Nico go and right before he passed out, planted a kiss on him.

Drained to the last drop, Nico slumped limply into the red jello with a sweet slushing sound, murring in a half conscious state when she gave him a soothing kiss.

Young Nico looked now like a little boy cutely fighting an already lost battle with incoming sleepyness, his eyes fluttering as she planted a sweet kiss on him. In his current state, all she had to do was probably to soothe him down and make sure that he would go out like a light.

The ref girl was watching the scene with a smile, apparently eager to watch over the cute boy pass out, and willing to enjoy the whole scene before she would get close and count him.

Aimi gave him a big embrace, making sure to rub her breasts against him to tease him a little. Aimi could see him about to lull off to sleep. "Don't sleep too long." She said. "We have to finish our match." Aimi felt a small bit of pity for the boy. If she gained a fall this easily with as much experience as she had, how has this boy survived? She pondered that thought for a minute, She wiped a piece off jello off her face that had a few drops of Nico's seed on it. Instinctively, she popped it into her mouth like nothing and waited for the referee to check Nico.

Nico mumbled meekly in Aimi's embrace, so helpless and docile as she gently lulled him to sleep in a snuggly embrace, his face nestled between her breasts to keep him tamed and lightly smothered.
The ref-girl lifted his arm for the first time and, not surprisingly, it dropped down limply. "ONE...!", she yelled, grabbing Nico's wrist for a second time.

Is it wrong that I'm using the poor boy? Aimi thought for a second, still holding the boy. She could feel his warm breath across her chest. Shouldn't students be more like this? Aimi let out a small sigh. He's a nice boy. I think I might give him the next round. With a bit of resistance. Aimi was having fun with a child, which hadn't happened for a while.

Nico was totally unaware of Aimi's thoughts, floating as he was in pleasurable slumber in her arms.
Hugged into her warm chest, he would remain smothered in a docile asleep state while his arm was dropped down for the second count.

The ref-girl grabbed his lifeless wrist and lifted it, ready to go for the third and final count as she looked at Aimi with a knowing smile.