Lisa vs Okami: bed-wrestling challenge (complete)

Lisa was pinned at her bed by the silver haired boy, his crotch sitting on her face, making her breathing kinda difficult, and with her arms pinned under his knees and her thighs grabbed the brunette couldn't do much to change her position, other than squirming and mumbling.

"Mpfhh!..."

She feels her legs being lifted, her shapely large ass turned up in the air as it gets caressed by Okami. The tall girl blushes with that teasing, and then she starts moaning as her opponent spanks her booty.

"Ahh!...mnn....ahh..."

"M-Mnnn....". Okami would have probably stripped off Lisa's bikini bottom at this point, but the teasing sensation of Lisa's breathing down to his crotch was enough of an unwilling distraction to induce him to change position.

Letting go of Lisa, he would try to capitalize the positive moment, getting into a kneeling stance waiting for Lisa to get up, planning to sneak behind the voluptuous brunette.
If he got there, Okami would cling Lisa with a reverse bearhug... of sorts, with both hands reaching at the large cups of her lace bra, going to gently squeeze her bosoms.

Lisa was feeling her air supply going raw, and, pinned down that way, the brunette was helpless. Being spanked on her booty that way by Okami was embarassing, but it also turned her on even more.
The Italian was sure that he would stríp her at that moment, or, even more troublesome, start fingering. But he let her go, releasing her legs and getting off her. The brunette crawls away from him, trying to recover her breathing. But it seems that Okami was eager to keep working her over.
As Lisa was getting to her knees, she felt strong arms grabbing her waist hard from the behind, as well as the boy's boner squeezing against her large rear.

"Mhhnn..." She moans, both due to the pressure of the bearhug and the teasing movements of his hips against her booty.

The brunette would try to move his arms from her slender waist, but they moved on their on...right to her breasts. The girl moans louder as her opponent squeezes them gently. It seems that the young lioness was being turned into a helpless kitten against the silver wolf.

Okami's hands kept gently squeezing Lisa's ample breasts while he also added a lovebite to the girl's neck from behind.
"Mnnnrrr....", he murred provocatively against the smooth skin of his beautiful "prey", then tracing soft kisses along her back until getting to the back of her bra, starting to use his teeth to try and make it loose.

While hugging the warm, voluptuous frame of Lisa from behind, it was causing her curvy butt to rub against his crotch, which was making it virtually impossible for Okami to stay focused on the match... but it was not like he would care much at the moment.

Lisa felt shivers running through her spine, but at the same time she felt herself on fire with the boy's teasing. The Italian amazon moans meowling sounds as she feels Okami's mouth at her neck, biting her soflty.

"Ghh...mmnnhh..ahhh..."

The brunette knew she was still in the middle of a "fight", but struggling against those delicious caresses was way more difficult than the battle they had at the ring. Still, she moved her hands to his strong arms, trying to take them away from her breasts. She was busy doing that and didn't notice him going to strip her bra with his teeth.

"Ghh..."

With Lisa's hands getting to those of Okami while he keeps fondling her luscious breasts, it looks more of a hot romantic moment between the Italian brunette and the Japanese silver haired boy, rather than a wrestling action.

But as hot and enjoyable as it is, they are still fighting, so to say: Okami's teeth finally get to open Lisa's bra, so that her attempts at moving his hands away will remove her own bra too, exposing Lisa's ample bosoms.

"Mnn... that ties up the score, Lisa-chan", Okami would grin while kissing Lisa's neck. Though, he is neglecting that Lisa is not locked in his gentle grip anymore.

-Ahh...no...let me go...

Lisa finally moved his delicious and firm hands away from her chest, and then felt foward on her bed, moaning. Then she slowly turned to face him, and got surprised and embarassed at what she saw: Okami helding her stripped bra.

"Ahh...you did... it..."The tall brunette says, blushing as she realized that her generous breasts were exposed. They were sweaty and the nipples were hard and stiff, and would softly bounce as she got to her knees.

Now the scores were even, and both wrestlers had only one piece of underwear covering their bottoms, so whoever strips the other first was going to get the win. At that moment Lisa was really aroused, but hoped that her opponent would also be, and then she would have better chances to distract him, pin the boy down and take his underwear.

Slowly moving her arms up, the curvy girl gets closer to the boy again, and waits for any reaction before trying to get him into a bearhug and push him down to the bed.

Turning around, what Lisa would see is the grinning mouth of Okami still holding her bra, letting it dangle teasingly in guise of "captured flag" of his partial victory.

Gently dropping his trophy onto the bed, aside from the action, Okami would prepare for the next "round" of their exciting match, accepting Lisa's challeng and encircling the girl's body with a similar bearhug of his own.

Kneeling on the fluffy bed, pressing their sweaty bodies against each other's, the two contenders would grind and push for a few moments, struggling for supremacy, until Lisa's naked breasts played in her favor in some way:
smooshing against Okami's chest in exertion, her ample bosoms would provide quite the seductive distraction for the tussling boy, having him lose focus and moan in pleasure for a slight moment.
More than enough for Lisa to send him off balance and forcefully lay him back with her bigger frame ontop.

Like that, Okami was induced to break his own bearhug, spreading his arms out and trying to roll ontop. But Lisa's voluptuous frame and the plushy, treacherous surface of the mattress below would not allow him to escape.

Lisa groaned, her body squeezed against her opponent's on a mutual bearhug. Her chest was much softer and more sensible than Okami's, but the girl used her size advantage to lay him down under her. His arms then moved from her waist, ending the unpleasant pressure of the bearhug.

"Ahh...do you remember our fight, right Okami?" Lisa asks, with a smile at her face, and slowly shaking her rack.

Then, she will start to move her bust over the silver-haired boy's face, first just teasing, and then starting to smother him.

Lisa's bosoms sway teasingly before Okami's mesmerized eyes as Lisa slides upwards, slowly placing her large breasts upon his face.

"G-Gasp... o-of course i dompfffhh....". Okami had met Lisa's breasts very closeley before, during their first match, but this new smothering hold with naked breasts is even more effective as it allows Lisa to toy with the boy's mind too:
aroused by such warm and seductive embrace, Okami would let out a muffled moan of embarassed pleasure, prevented from struggling until he realizes that Lisa's breasts are sensually but surely weakening him via air-deprivation.

And, once he finally starts flailing and fighting back in need of oxygen, it is probably too late to escape from her amorous attentions.
"Mrpphhhh....", Okami's muffled voice would vibrate against her flesh, rewarding Lisa's sensitive bosoms with a nice tingling sensation.