Ataru vs Angel (for Alexandra)

Ataru blushed even more at Angel's bust swaying teasingly while she was toying with his mind.

"Forget it, i won't give up that easily!", he snapped, which would probably sound amusing, with his flaring cheeks and all.

With that said he turned around getting onto his knees and slipping his head between Angel's legs while placing his hands on either side of her thighs: his intent was to stand up in such fashion, aiming to lift Angel up. Though, he would place himself into a vulnerable and embarassing position if she blocked his move.

Indeed he was, for the moment his head went between her legs, Angel would clamp them shut around him, starting to squeeze his skull with her smooth, strong thighs. She would give her body a bit of a twist and fall towards the mat, trying to pull him completely back down with her, as her legs closed around him in the form of a tight headscissors hold.

"Ngghhh..!!" Too late Ataru would realize his mistake, as Angel's legs closed around his neck having him into such embarassing trap with her warm thighs.

Rolled down onto one side the boy would start to squirm around, not very effectively because one of his arms was pinned underneath Angel's thighs. "D-Damn...gotta get out...!", he would say, trying to wriggle out as he felt his neck getting locked nice and tight inbetween her sensuous coils.

Like a pair of deadly snakes, her legs would wrap and tighten around him, Angel herself still smiling cockily as she locked in the leg hold.

"There are two ways to do this...you can give up now, or I can make you pass again," she would tease, staring down at him as her legs rubbed and squeezed against his face.

"Nghh..or i can break out of this..", he would reply with cute stubborn attitude, his free hand trying to pry apart which probably would result into a nice caress to Angel's strong thighs, adding to the pleasing sensation of his labored breathing making her inner thighs warmer and glistening because of his frutiless struggles.

Angel, being the flirt and the tease that she was, would let out a teasing moan as she felt Ataru's hands upon her thighs. "Oooh...I didn't know you wanted to play that kind of game, little boy.." She smirked, then let out another moan towards him, her legs indeed growing warmer as they continued to squeeze against him...

With each new squeeze Angel's sexy thighs muscles would swell around Ataru's head, softening his neck and draining a little more of his strenghts.

To his further embarassement, he would realize that her squeezing game was matter of factly rocking him back and forth, which urged him to try and wriggle out more, thus providing more caressing touch to her thighs while tiring himself more.

Angel would lean into her rocking, lying back now and letting out a yawn, almost as if she was bored. "If you're going to try and escape, you should put a little more oomph into it," she would whisper towards him. "I'll be honest, all you're doing now is just turning me on more..." She would say this last part with a wide grin and end it with another teasing moan, knowing the effect she was having on him as far as distracting the poor boy...

Getting squeezed in a slow, relentless pattern of Angel's flexing and unflexing thighs was making Ataru feel like a prey that she was sensually pumping her snakely coils around his neck, draining his strenghts while she was playfully toying with his mind.

Ataru's way out was to reach the ropes, which the boy tried to do squirming in Angel's tight headscissors, but he was getting light headed from lack of air in Angel's trap, cutely gasping for air as he was now facing up, his head squeezed nice and tight inbetween the girl's scissors while she could enjoy the sight of Ataru's hand hopelessly stretched towards the very distant salvation represented by the ropes. "Nghhh.....s-so tight....", he groaned breathlessly.

"Oh no no, little boy.." Angel would whisper, giving him another slow squeeze as he tried to reach the ropes. At the same time, she would lean in towards him, grabbing for his arm, and trying to jerk it back into a bit of a modified armbar, yanking backwards on it as she kept her scissors intact. "This match is over..."