[Standard-ish Match] Full-On Siege!

[TheLoneWanderer]

Imai continued to pound that tummy of Naomi's without a care in the world, until he managed to feel her legs beginning to unwound from his left arm. At the edges of his vision, he saw another attempt at subduction from Naomi. An arm curled around his neck, yanking him back across her chest and stomach. The bulging arm bit deeply into the sides of his throat, which sent Imai into a frenzy as he was too late to get his hands to interfere with the locked in choke.

To make it worse, Naomi's legs came around his waist to placate her target for his ruining. The heels claimed either side of the pronounced hardness, stroking at the flesh much to the presumed hollers of the crowd for taking such an opportunity to play dirty or be pragmatic depending on the view.

"No-no-no..."

Imai muttered over her arm, gasping for breaths that wouldn't come. Laid out like a turtle on his back, Imai lamented the current position. He could feel each sensation through his shorts, with the friction making for an extra raw, hot rubbing due to the lack of lubricant to keep things slippery. That only compelled his arousal to grow painfully against the cloth while Naomi eagerly kept him between her two arches. Despite the late stage of the chokehold, Imai sought to resist by getting both his hands down below the belt to grasp at her ankles and fight to pull them up off his delicate spot before she found any more portions of his body to play with. He hated how he was internally relishing at Naomi's exploitation, which had lead to him all scorching and bothered like a stereotypical schoolgirl as she kept him between her feet...