Yasmine continues toying with you
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 9
Yasmine's slow and seductive dance continues, captivating the audience as the excited roars of the crowd gradually slow down to quieter "Ooohhh" and "ahhhhh" of allured approval. This is, in fact, a special moment that every fan of Yasmine has got ued to know and love in her matches: when, having subdoed her opponents with her luscious thighs, the beautiful Belly Dancer starts to make them into cute and her helpless dance partners for the crowds' enterteinement... and her own pleasure.
Neck secured inbetween the smooth yet inescapable hold of her warm thighs, wrists caught in the somewhat gracious yet unyelding grasp of her hands, you truly aren't going anywhere soon as she keeps going with her beautiful entrancing movements. Slow sensual swaying of her hips side to side are alternated with equally entrancing gyrations to the rhythm of some sultry exotic music that she is softly humming to herself.... and to you, the most "privileged" spectator of her sexy show. Those succulent, velvet-like thighs of hers keep gently squeeezing and squeeezing you to the pace of her soothingly seductive tunes, all the while having poor helpless you follow along obediently with her hypnotic belly dance.
The bespectacled wrestling-dancer won't miss to add some furtherly tease, letting out some willingly accentuated moans of sweet pleasure every now and then, whenever your nose happens to "accidentally" rub against her scantly clad crotch, along with her endless swaying,
Yasmine's mesmerizing gaze never leaves your flushed face as she carefully and happily watches you get weaker and dizzier with each slight sway of her hips, which must certainly look cute to her as she lets out a partly stifled giggle of amused satisfaction at your pityful state. Soon enough, you become too weak and entranced to even think about fighting back, lulled and fascinated into an aroused stupor as she gently and repeatedly squeezes you in and out of consciousness between her massive sexy thighs.
Knowing that she has you all hers now, Yasmine eventually releases your hands, having them drop down quite limply to let everybody know that "Tommy the Terrible" can be added to the many that have been lulled into a sleepy trance by her signature "squeezy dance".
"Mmmm.... did you enjoy the show sweetie? ...Sweetie? Aww what's the matter, is widdle Tommy all tired and ditsy?", she coos down at you in mocking concern, playing some taunting mommy-baby games with your dulled mind as she stops the squeezing dance, like perfectly sensing that perfect moment when you are virtually knocked out, but still somewhat conscious. Your head is now just softly nestled in the cradle of her smooth warm thighs as Yasmine allows her own hands to run sensually along her curvy shape, down to her legs where she can finally comfort you by softly stroking your hair and caressing your half-conscious face, getting the faint "uuhnnhhh..... @_@" kind of response that she would be expecting from your drowzy lips.
"Awww poor baby~♥ Maybe I got a bit carried away with my dance? Don't worry sweetie, Mommy-Yasmine will make it out with you, cuddling her lovely Tommy-boy to sleep... fufufu~♪".
With a sultry chuckle, the exotic beauty slowly releases you from her leggy jail, walking around and behind you with the same gracious, incredibly fluid movement until she sits down behind you, her giant breasts squishing suggestively against your neck as she starts to hug you into a cuddly hold from behind.
"W-What... e-eep...". Shaking your head trying (but mostly failing) to send off the cludy numbness enveloping your mind, you realize way too late what she was up to. Not that it could make a difference anyway. The dark-tanned giantess lets herself fall down onto her back, pulling you along so that you will end up laying ontop of her enthralling curves, facing away.
Having her "cuddly trap" set for you, Yasmine proceeds to lock her cute little prisoner within. Having her long thick thigs wrap around you, easily securing you in place with a neatly and graciously performed figure four coiled around your waist... or better said, around most of your upper body thanks to the huge size of her beautifully smooth thighs and calves.
Ignoring your feeble protests and murring in pleasure at your meek attempt at pry part, mainly felt like a nice worshipping caress to her legs, she then proceeds to snake one arm under your chin, locking in place with the opposite arm so that her other hand will rest ontop of your head, caressing your hair fondly.... while having you finally locked into a cuddly-looking, but surely inescapable sleeper-hold + figure four lock with her voluptuous frame resting leisurely on the mats and your much smaller body held captive ontop of her with no chance to escape, face totally read as you can feel Yasmine's giant bosoms cushioning your little head, serving as the most heavenly pillows for your incoming nap.
"Mmmm~ There we go sweetie~♥ Just relax and let Mommy Yasmine take care of you... juuuust relaaaaxxx~♪", Yasmine would purr down to your ear, starting to gently rocking you side to side in that hold, keeping that same slow entrancing pace to softly crank the pressure around your neck and flex her legs around your body, having you all but enveloped in her anaconda-like cuddle.
Not missing this golden chance to add a sweet motherly-taunt touch just for you, she even starts to sing a soft lullaby to your ear, gently serenading you into embarrassed, utterly humiliated sleepiness.
"Lullabyeee~♪ *smooch* ....and goodnight~♫ *smooch* ...go to sleep little Tommyyy~♪ *smooch*" , she takes great pleasure from lovingly serenading her utterly defeated, half-asleep wannabe-opponent, picking the slow rhythim of her soothing tune and her swinging side to side to plant a soft, sweetly mocking goodnight-kiss onto your sleepy face with each time she reclines you to the side, only to then keeping her cradling lullaby-sleeperhold on poor you.
Like if your predicament was not embarrassing and desperate enough, you feel your body helplessly respond to her motherly seductive submission-hold, the already hard tent in your wrestling pants springing up to full attention while she happily kisses, squeezes and swaddles you back and forth.
Your energetic hard-on must look quite hilarious, considering that the rest of you is slowly but inevitably drifting off to slumberland.
You sense your consciousness blissfully fade away, vision blurring... eyelids too heavy to stay open, knowing that if you can't get yourself to react now, you will be lulled into maybe the sweetest, but certainly the most humiliating defeat in your young wrestler career. But not the last one, according to how badly your debut match is going.
What happens next?
Neck secured inbetween the smooth yet inescapable hold of her warm thighs, wrists caught in the somewhat gracious yet unyelding grasp of her hands, you truly aren't going anywhere soon as she keeps going with her beautiful entrancing movements. Slow sensual swaying of her hips side to side are alternated with equally entrancing gyrations to the rhythm of some sultry exotic music that she is softly humming to herself.... and to you, the most "privileged" spectator of her sexy show. Those succulent, velvet-like thighs of hers keep gently squeeezing and squeeezing you to the pace of her soothingly seductive tunes, all the while having poor helpless you follow along obediently with her hypnotic belly dance.
The bespectacled wrestling-dancer won't miss to add some furtherly tease, letting out some willingly accentuated moans of sweet pleasure every now and then, whenever your nose happens to "accidentally" rub against her scantly clad crotch, along with her endless swaying,
Yasmine's mesmerizing gaze never leaves your flushed face as she carefully and happily watches you get weaker and dizzier with each slight sway of her hips, which must certainly look cute to her as she lets out a partly stifled giggle of amused satisfaction at your pityful state. Soon enough, you become too weak and entranced to even think about fighting back, lulled and fascinated into an aroused stupor as she gently and repeatedly squeezes you in and out of consciousness between her massive sexy thighs.
Knowing that she has you all hers now, Yasmine eventually releases your hands, having them drop down quite limply to let everybody know that "Tommy the Terrible" can be added to the many that have been lulled into a sleepy trance by her signature "squeezy dance".
"Mmmm.... did you enjoy the show sweetie? ...Sweetie? Aww what's the matter, is widdle Tommy all tired and ditsy?", she coos down at you in mocking concern, playing some taunting mommy-baby games with your dulled mind as she stops the squeezing dance, like perfectly sensing that perfect moment when you are virtually knocked out, but still somewhat conscious. Your head is now just softly nestled in the cradle of her smooth warm thighs as Yasmine allows her own hands to run sensually along her curvy shape, down to her legs where she can finally comfort you by softly stroking your hair and caressing your half-conscious face, getting the faint "uuhnnhhh..... @_@" kind of response that she would be expecting from your drowzy lips.
"Awww poor baby~♥ Maybe I got a bit carried away with my dance? Don't worry sweetie, Mommy-Yasmine will make it out with you, cuddling her lovely Tommy-boy to sleep... fufufu~♪".
With a sultry chuckle, the exotic beauty slowly releases you from her leggy jail, walking around and behind you with the same gracious, incredibly fluid movement until she sits down behind you, her giant breasts squishing suggestively against your neck as she starts to hug you into a cuddly hold from behind.
"W-What... e-eep...". Shaking your head trying (but mostly failing) to send off the cludy numbness enveloping your mind, you realize way too late what she was up to. Not that it could make a difference anyway. The dark-tanned giantess lets herself fall down onto her back, pulling you along so that you will end up laying ontop of her enthralling curves, facing away.
Having her "cuddly trap" set for you, Yasmine proceeds to lock her cute little prisoner within. Having her long thick thigs wrap around you, easily securing you in place with a neatly and graciously performed figure four coiled around your waist... or better said, around most of your upper body thanks to the huge size of her beautifully smooth thighs and calves.
Ignoring your feeble protests and murring in pleasure at your meek attempt at pry part, mainly felt like a nice worshipping caress to her legs, she then proceeds to snake one arm under your chin, locking in place with the opposite arm so that her other hand will rest ontop of your head, caressing your hair fondly.... while having you finally locked into a cuddly-looking, but surely inescapable sleeper-hold + figure four lock with her voluptuous frame resting leisurely on the mats and your much smaller body held captive ontop of her with no chance to escape, face totally read as you can feel Yasmine's giant bosoms cushioning your little head, serving as the most heavenly pillows for your incoming nap.
"Mmmm~ There we go sweetie~♥ Just relax and let Mommy Yasmine take care of you... juuuust relaaaaxxx~♪", Yasmine would purr down to your ear, starting to gently rocking you side to side in that hold, keeping that same slow entrancing pace to softly crank the pressure around your neck and flex her legs around your body, having you all but enveloped in her anaconda-like cuddle.
Not missing this golden chance to add a sweet motherly-taunt touch just for you, she even starts to sing a soft lullaby to your ear, gently serenading you into embarrassed, utterly humiliated sleepiness.
"Lullabyeee~♪ *smooch* ....and goodnight~♫ *smooch* ...go to sleep little Tommyyy~♪ *smooch*" , she takes great pleasure from lovingly serenading her utterly defeated, half-asleep wannabe-opponent, picking the slow rhythim of her soothing tune and her swinging side to side to plant a soft, sweetly mocking goodnight-kiss onto your sleepy face with each time she reclines you to the side, only to then keeping her cradling lullaby-sleeperhold on poor you.
Like if your predicament was not embarrassing and desperate enough, you feel your body helplessly respond to her motherly seductive submission-hold, the already hard tent in your wrestling pants springing up to full attention while she happily kisses, squeezes and swaddles you back and forth.
Your energetic hard-on must look quite hilarious, considering that the rest of you is slowly but inevitably drifting off to slumberland.
You sense your consciousness blissfully fade away, vision blurring... eyelids too heavy to stay open, knowing that if you can't get yourself to react now, you will be lulled into maybe the sweetest, but certainly the most humiliating defeat in your young wrestler career. But not the last one, according to how badly your debut match is going.
What happens next?
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May 31, 2023
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