L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

If Tris had relished crushing Yuto’s midriff with her little hip drop, being able to scoot up and get his face instead…

No lie, she was enjoying this.

The Brit bombshell had been staring out into the audience, eyes distant, but something about the way her opponent was flailing drew her gaze back down. Down to where there was now a supremely noticeable bulge now filling his tight shorts.

A cruel smirk curled her lips.

“Yuto, Yuto…” Her tone was mocking but there was no hiding the wicked glee underlying her faux-disapproval, “Wow. You’re this hard already?”

The redhead reached out, let her fingers brush gently over the swelling in his shorts, flicked it.

“Thirty seconds of my ass in your face and you’re already…” She trailed off with a malicious chuckle.

“I know I have a great ass but that’s kinda pathetic, not going to lie.”

At no point had the slow, rhythmic grind of her hips against his face stopped or even been altered by his feeble pretence at fighting back. Tris knew her trade; this was definitely her on ‘easy’ mode.

"Hnnggg..." Yuto only responded with more moans into Scylla's derriere as he felt her fingers on his bulge, her flick made him twitched underr her. "Nnggg...!"

With her grinding continuing in that slow, almost hypnotizing pattern, though, the boy was only getting more and more enamored with her rear. His effort, which was almost nonexistent to began with, only further fading away. Rather than pushing her, it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that he's actually trying to help her keeping her balance on top of him by holding her ass.

His manhood continued to throb under his pants, his breathing was getting heavier as well. One could only wondered how long it'd be before an "accident" would happen, if Scylla continued to melt the poor boy with her ass.