Ayumi "Velvet Vice" Tanaka vs Ishigami - Soft Thrones, Hard Lessons

[Lico]

Yuto was the one ended up falling onto his back as Ayumi knocked him off his already shaky footing before he even realized what's happening. He ended up on his back with her weight crashing onto him, rendering him a little stunned. It was only for a few seconds, but his opponent took full advantage by securing both his arms, one in a scissorhold, while the other pinned by her hand. He was trapped under her, while she still had a free hand which she used to brush his neck.

"U-uughh..." the boy could only look at Ayumi with a flustered expression, having no idea how to escape this predicament.

His first attempt was to buck himself off, but obviously that wasn't really helping him. He then tried to bridge himself by planting his feet off the mats, but her weight kept him pinned. All Yuto could do in the end was having his legs flailing around harmlessly while he's trying to make it as uncomfortable as he could for her with his squirming. Even then he couldn't really maintain that pitiful struggle for too long as he knew that it'd only tire him up more than anything.

[Parker]

Ayumi tilted her head, watching him with that same indulgent smile one might give a kitten pawing hopelessly at a ball of yarn. Each time Yuto tried to buck her off, she shifted almost lazily, rolling her hips to ride out the motion, her weight redistributing with elegant ease. “Mmm… so spirited,” she purred, her free hand sliding casually over the line of his throat, brushing the flutter of his pulse. “But you see how simple it is, don’t you? Every time you push, I… adjust.” She punctuated the word with a subtle sway of her body, pinning him down again as if to remind him who dictated the pace.

She wasn’t in any rush, savoring the moment instead. Not crushing him, not grinding down with all her strength, no, Ayumi had no need to waste effort. She held him with practiced restraint, giving him just enough slack to try again, just enough rope to tangle himself deeper.

When she finally felt the fight beneath her taper off, Ayumi gave a quiet, pleased hum. “There we go. Acceptance looks good on you.” Her thighs eased open, unraveling the scissor that had trapped his arm. With a smooth shove of her palms against his chest, she flattened him fully to the mat, rising up with a long, deliberate stretch of her body before swinging one long leg wide.

In one graceful motion she flowed into her new perch, planting herself squarely across his face. Her weight settled with intimate certainty as she snuggly settled in. Reaching, she aimed to gather his wrists. One arm, then the other, slipped neatly under the curve of her knees, locking them down as she adjusted her seat.

She leaned forward just enough to let him know her attention hadn’t drifted, her voice velvet and low. “Better. I much prefer you beneath me like this, Yuto. Don’t you agree?” She didn’t lift to allow for a proper response; instead, she wiggled to work herself down a bit deeper.

[Lico]

Ayumi showing just how pointless his effort was only making Yuto felt smaller under her, but it did prompt him to stop wasting his energy any further. He had a pouty look on his face as she teased him that he's better off accepting his place, unable to come up with a reply. Not that he had much time to. While the boy took a breather and trying to come up with a solution to his situation, she shifted herself quickly, and the next thing he knew was her weight descending on his head, her rear blocking his view!

"Mmmpphh...?!" the boy let out a muffled groan, and his struggle was renewed, for a short while.

As Ayumi already secured his arms under her knees, he could only try to kick and bridge himself again like before, which produced similar results, unsurprisingly. This was where things starting to look more problematic for Yuto, at least from the match perspective. He's starting to get stirred from being sat on, and although there wasn't any clear evidence just yet in this early seconds, it'd be only a matter of time before the twitching in his lower half becoming more apparent, not to mention the pitching of a tent on his pants...

"Mmmgghhh...!"

[Parker]

Ayumi dipped her frame forward, working her back out into an arch as she let her weight slowly come down to rest on him. Her ample bosom spilling over Yuto’s stomach, warm and inviting even with the slick fabric between their skin. She gave a soft laugh at his muffled cries, glancing over her shoulder as if she might be able to see him despite being buried under a mountain of thighs and the smooth cheeks of her backside.

Ayumi lifted her hips, enough to allow the boy to breathe, calling back softly to him. “What was that, dear?” She would wait for him to try to talk before rolling her hips to bounce his head off the canvas with her butt. Just once, enough to be playful, genuinely curious what was on his mind. Though… as her eyes shifted back to the rest of him, she had a few ideas.

She leaned her weight back to snugly seat herself back on top of his face after he had said his peace, quite liking the warmth of his features mashed up against her silky bottom. She splayed her hands out across his hips, tracing a line along the hem of his pants. She casually began to unwork his belt with one hand while the other slipped over the rise in the fabric Yuto couldn’t seem to hide. Her fingers grazed the top and swirled along it before she gripped the fabric to hold it all in her hand, circling a thumb over the tip. “The guest of honor has arrived.”

[Lico]

"G-get off m-mmphh...!" Yuto tried to protest when Ayumi lifted her butt off his face briefly, although he didn't get to have a full say as she bopped him with her lovely derriere mid sentence.

And then back he went under her, letting out more muffled protests and mumbles which sounded more like moaning. His lower half continued to wriggle around as he felt her starting to undo his pants, not that it really helped him avoiding that outcome. Her other hand then brushed his bulge before seizing it, and his shaft throbbed through its cover in response.

"Mmmhhfff...!" the boy jolted a little under Ayumi, his squirming slowly ceasing.

The longer he spent under his opponent's rear, the more he's starting to get used to the sensation. The warmth and scent soon began to intoxicate him, making his member down there becoming even stiffer. The protests that was half hearted to start with turning quieter as he tried to suppress his moans. A part of him was still trying to resist her despite knowing that he's only fighting a losing battle, but there wasn't really much he could do at this point as Ayumi already had him on the palm of her hand, quite literally.

[Parker]

Ayumi finally works the clasp of Yuto’s belt free, letting both sides fall limp where the leather dangled. So brief had their match been, she hardly felt it was sporting to strip him down to nothing, not yet at least. Holding him steady through the fabric of his attire, her fingers slipped delicately beneath the lip of his pants. Playfully exploring his flesh beneath, wiggling in the tight spaces until she found his erect manhood. She traded one hand for the other, each of her diabetes coming to curl around his girth, shifting subtly up and down to find the best to grip him.

She inched herself forward, then rocked back, sinking his face deep into her form, compressing his skull to the mat. It came in small, needy waves, settling into a rhythm to match her lavish strokes below. Her free hand pushed down on his thigh, easing his legs apart to make her work that much easier.

“Is that what you want? For me to get off?” She asked with mock sheepishness, lifting her weight off him just enough for him to draw breath and respond. "Or did you mean for me to get you off?" She gave his member a slight squeeze, rough but playful, before returning to what had become long, careful strokes.

[Lico]

While Ayumi didn't strip his pants off, her hand sneaked inside it to find Yuto's shaft, drawing more muffled moans from him as she gripped his length and began to stroke him. The movement down there was accompanied with the shifting of her weight on his face, back and forth, like a rocking lullaby. It was almost hypnotic, and his hardon continued to twitch and throb in her hand whenever the pressure from her ass returned.

"Mmmmgghhh..."

His resistance almost coming to a complete pause after a while, replaced by the wriggling that was a result of his breathing difficulty and the response to her stimulation down there instead. As she gave him a moment to breath, the boy gasped and panted, his answer didn't come right away as he needed to catch some air first.

"H-haaa... haa... g-get... uuhh... get off me..." he said without real conviction, while trying to buck himself off a little in an attempt to make his point a little more convincing.

[Parker]

Ayumi’s thumb swept over the top of Yuto’s manhood every so often, using his assistance to provide a bit of natural lubrication to their little dance. She led quite easily, fingers and palms slicked with her desires as those gentle strikes became pumps. She didn’t need to tease him out any further; he had arrived fully.

“What was that Yuto? I’m afraid I couldn’t hear you.” Ayumi leaned her weight back down over his face, making room as she slid her breasts back up his midsection to rest on the lower portion of his chest. Her lips pressed against his abdomen, light and gentle, along his navel to contrast with the rhythmic pump of his manhood. Her hips rocked over his face, rubbing and grinding his features into her pump backside.

[Lico]

"Mmmhhpphh...!" Yuto could only let out a stifled protest as Ayumi's rear rolled back onto his face, smothering him once again.

The hand on his throbbing hardon was picking up its pace a little. She's not rushing him towards the edge, but that kind of control was more stimulating for him, as he could only receive what she's willing to give, a further emphasize on her domination over him. The feeling of her lips on his midsection made his abs twitched, and her rocking really seemed to be effective to melt his resistance in a slow but steady pace. It almost felt like he's entering a limbo or something as there's nothing he could do against her onslaught at the moment.

His wriggling and occasional bucking could even be argued as an attempt to hump her hand to get more stimulation rather than him trying to resist her, which was backed further by the growing volume of his muffled moaning on her ass. The boy was putty on Ayumi's hand as far as everyone could see, and they're encouraging her to push him over the edge.

"Mmmbbb... mmmgghhfff... mmhhff...!" Yuto himself seemed to be trying to send some signals to Ayumi that he's getting closer and closer, with his breathing getting heavier and his toes curling in and out.

[Parker]

Yuto had no need to speak to her of just how far she had brought him, his body had already confessed to her. She tilted her head with a small smirk of delight, shifting her hips from side to side to feel his head shift between her body. A playful bounce of her weight, a little grind to enjoy the texture of his face. Only after she was satisfied conditions were perfect did her efforts to finish him commence.

She rolled her wrist, taking long lavish strokes of his manhood. Her fingers shifted with each to tickle his nerves wherever she could. They rolled up over the top in a tight formation before dipping again. Powerful strokes, ramping in speed, riding his every twitch and squirm until there was no angle he could ever hope to escape her grasp as she brought him to climax. “That’s a good boy…”