Yoko vs Ivan - Get Lucky.

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Yoko unwillingly enjoyed Ivan's finger clumsily brushing against her nethers for a couple of moments, but then the boy started to weaken. Yoko could feel that Ivan's muscles were getting less and less tense.
Good night, sweet prince. Yoko teasingly whispered into the boy's ear as he drifted away.
Yoko held the chokehold for a moment longer to make sure that he wasn't faking it.

Once she was sure, Yoko released the hold, letting Ivan's head rest in-between her boobies, then she gently stroke his head, as if he was a child or something.
That wouldn't take long, though. KO did not mean the match would end, although Yoko could probably pin him now and win before he even knew it, but Yoko did not want to do it that way.
Yoko would lay Ivan down beside her before giving him a light slap on the face. If that didn't work, Yoko would sit up on his waist before delivering a meaty slap to the face.
Rise and shine!

[MR. Q]

*Slap*

*Slap*

"... Tulog pako, kapoy... (I'm still sleeping, tired)." Ivan slapped away the offending arm slapping him awake, half asleep.

He just had the weirdest of dream.

First, he got a match against a redhead beauty.
He got to wear a Tux.
He brought her gifts and shits as guest and she invited him in.
They wrestled and tumbled in her room.
He got his ass beat up.
And he fell asleep horny.

Really weird dream.

Yet the slapping persisted. If it's little Maria, he's gonna spank that little girl. He opened his eyes still half asleep.

Seating on his lap is the same redhead on his dream.

He instantly closed his eyes and got comfortable in his position. He'll probably wake up from this dream soon.

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Ivan was a funny guy. The light slap only elicited some mumbling that Yoko could not understand. Yoko smiled, holding back the desire to laugh as she straddled the boy and gave a proper slap.
That woke Ivan up, or so Yoko thought as his eyes closed again.
Huh? Yoko was confused for a moment before that confusion turned into a chuckle. "This won't work, huh?"
Of course, Yoko could've probably do ground and pound and that would wake Ivan up sooner or later, but once again, she opted for a much more gentle approach. "then how about this?"
Yoko would lean in down onto Ivan and give him a passionate kiss on the lips and maintain it. If Yoko wasn't interrupted, her tongue would then invade Ivan's mouth and start wrestling.

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He's having a very nice dream.
At least at moment as Ivan can probably care of, still half asleep and kinda delirious from the earlier chokehold. Having not enough oxygen to the brain really messes you up and Ivan's currently under it's spell.

He had experienced this before but you can't really train for this sort of stuff. His got to tough it out for now.

Unfortunately, the fiery redhead of course on top of him is getting impatient of his lack of reaction from her efforts to waking him up.

And she got the best idea to wake up Ivan with a kiss like some reverse sleeping beauty. Of course, Ivan reciprocated the kiss in his sleep but instincts took over. Back in his hometown, it's pretty normal for him to be woken up by the ladies of the Don in a similar fashion which then leads to a steamy wake up call.

1+1 and put it together.

Ivan instinctively pulled her close before rolling them on the bed so his on top. With him on top, he began to gyrate his hips, his cock searching for the slot to be filled as his usual wake up call. Fortunately, he's still half asleep and delirious at the moment to even find his destination. The result is his cock rubbing on Yoko's smooth stomach as he kissed her in his state while draped all over her like a limpet.

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Yoko started kissing, her naked body brushing against Ivan's naked body. The kissing then intensified with the added tongue work and that seemed to wake the pinoy up as there was a pretty solid response from him by quickly rolling the two over and grinding his body against hers.

While Yoko appreciated the grinding and it was making her heat up again, Ivan was getting dangerously close of hitting the bullseye and disqualifying himself from the match.
In an attempt to prevent this, Yoko would clamp both of her legs around Ivan's right leg and start squeezing it with the two of hers, mostly in hopes so that his cock rubs against her right thigh instead of her coochie, but also to numb his leg overtime and hopefully to inflict some pain/damage as well.
Mmhmh... Yoko would moan into the kiss as her arms would move around Ivan's neck, oblivious to the fact that Ivan isn't quite awake just yet.

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Ivan is a beautiful dream, deep into la-la land as he half-slept on top of Yoko. Being a deep sleeper, Ivan merely followed his current partners lead. Tongue meet tongue before he found himself on the back foot yet no reaction from the half-asleep man.

Instead, Ivan's instincts to cuddle were reignited. Pulling the redhead into his arms, he snuggled to her while they lock lips. His hands roamed to her side before slipping on her back to pull her closer.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp sensation on his leg.

It's a leg cramp.

"Agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay..." (Very long Ouch) He groaned, finally waking up on top of Yoko.

Punch him, kick him or slam him down into any surface, he can take it all. But a muscle cramp, that's a bitch to deal with and his cryptonite. It's like torture to him.

Muscle Cramps, the bane of all men.

"Agay... Kana gyud puntirya nimo." (Ouch... You just have to aim for that.) Ivan said, giving Yoko a halfhearted glare. He's not blaming her but she is fact at fault.

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To Yoko's surprise, when she squeezed on Ivan's thigh, the tough guy was not so tough anymore. Ivan screamed out, but for a moment, Yoko thought she misheard it. Then she smirked.
A Gay? Well, maybe sometimes... Yoko teased with a chuckle.

The second time the boy spoke, sounded like a confirmation to Yoko altho she was 99% sure that wasn't it. However, that wouldn't stop Yoko from teasing the boy further. Oh, you mean you're gay? Well, not for much longer... she would say with another chuckle, before giving Ivan's thigh another good squeeze. Yoko did notice that it was what made the boy scream. It seems it was effective. Ivan was getting a feeling for why Yoko's nickname was thunder thighs.

On top of that, Yoko's arms would tighten themselves around Ivan's neck in order to secure her hold on the pinoy, but to also squeeze his neck at the same time.

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'Did this BITCH just implied his gay!'

Ivan doesn't know how she got that idea from his dialect or words but in the name of Jesus and Mother Mary, he'll let that insult down!

Not to be a homophobic, his country is the most open country for Gay rights and such but a man got pride damn it! And he wouldn't let it be tarnished.

If he can move at least.

"Not... Gay!" Ivan replied.

In a vain effort, he put his hands on the opposite side of her cheeks, squishing them.

"Cramps. Leg!" He gritted out as he squished her face further to emphasis his point.

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Apparently the boy was not gay, if his throbbing erection wasn't proof enough. Of course, it was a playful tease, but it was enough to make Ivan fight back, although in a strange way...
He started squeezing/squishing Yoko's cheeks, actual cheeks.
Uwuh... Yoko tried to say something, but the way her cheeks and mouth were, the words didn't come out right.
It wasn't exactly painful, but certainly uncomfortable, especially to Yoko, who wanted to run her mouth some more.
Yoko decided she would abandon the headlock in order to have her hands grab onto Ivan's wrists that she would then try to pin to the bed.

Whether this was Ivan's plan or not, Yoko did not consider.
Yeah, that's probably my thighs... Feels pretty good, yeah? Yoko would tease, fully aware that he's hurting, that was the intention, after all.
Oh and I forgot:
1.
2...
Yoko would start counting, her face a couple inches away from Ivan's.

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As punishment for implying he is gay, Ivan squished her soft facial cheeks, making her look like a red chipmunk. It's actually cute and childish but at this moment, his leg is killing him by the muscle cramps wrecking havoc on his entire lower half. It would be a miracle if he can even fight back.

Suddenly, she pinned his wrists on the bed. The count then began at her leisure.

Ivan didn't bother fighting back at this point. His leg isn't cooperating with him and moving would just get it worse. So he just gave her a small smile and laid down to relax, watching her get her win.

Well, this is a nice lesson.

Warm up to avoid cramps.