Yasmine walks you back to her dressing room like this

The cheers of the crowd slowly fade away behind you as Yasmine sexily struts through the double doors, keeping your face trapped between her succulent brown thighs while holding your hands in hers. You’re still a little dazed from all of Yasmine’s powerful teasing, both inside and outside the ring, but you still can’t help but feel a little embarrassed that she **** you to walk out between her legs like this. Then again, she did just throw the match for you, so you suppose a little flashy display like this, to help her save face, is only fair. Plus, it’s hard to hold anything against a charming woman like her. You decide to be gracious and let it go once she lets you go in a moment.

...At least, you thought she was about to let you go. Having exited though the doors, Yasmine saunters through the adjacent locker rooms and heads out into the hallway, returning to her room. Like always, there’s an alluring, exaggerated sway in her hips with every step she takes, repeatedly jostling your head in her leggy clutches as you’re **** to keep pace. What’s she doing? No one’s watching you anymore, so there’s no reason for Yasmine to keep you like this. The show’s over. You try to pull yourself free, but, every time you do, the Belly Dancer giggles and either squeezes her thighs harder against your head or uses your arms to pull you further against her. Yasmine is loving where you are right now and won't let you leave until you return to her room with her, so, as usual, you’re **** to endure her whimsical teasing.

What you don’t realize right away is that Yasmine is purposely taking the long way back to her room, so she can enjoy every second of her new game with you, relishing how cutely you succumb to her charms. With every jiggly, pronounced step she takes, you feel yourself get more dizzy and aroused, Yasmine’s sweet scent and soft touch enticing you as always. As she walks, Yasmine takes things a step further by placing your hands on her enormous butt, forcing you to squeeze and rub it as it bounces and sways above you. Every now and then, just to see the effect she’s having on you, Yasmine stops in place and pulls you against her until she can feel your clothed erection slip between her toned calves. She giggles and playfully squeezes it a few times before continuing her walk with you.

Eventually, Yasmine returns to her room with you and closes the door behind her. Once she does, she finally parts her legs and releases you, leaving you gasping. As you get some much needed air, Yasmine gracefully turns around, purposely lowering her hips enough to let her soft ass brush against your face as she does so. “Congratulations on your first match, Tommy. I hope it was good for you as it was for me,” she says with a titter. “Well, now that it’s all said and done, I was hoping you’d be willing to fulfill that promise you made for me, before our match.”

“P-promise,” you ask, your brain momentarily fried after all Yasmine has put you through.

“Don’t you remember,” she asks as she bends over, giving you an up close look of her gorgeous veiled face and hanging cleavage. “My matches can get so intense sometimes, and I always need a way to unwind after them. I asked if you’d be willing to help me relax this time, and you said yes.” As Yasmine speaks, she repeatedly squeezes her breasts with her arms, further distracting you with her burgeoning cleavage.

“Ah, right, I did,” you say almost mindlessly. While a part of you really wants to stay with Yasmine, it’s clear that spending more time with her will continue to have a negative effect on your size (she has noticed you shrinking...right?). Then again, it might be rude to raincheck the woman who so graciously threw your debut match for you. What’s more, since you won, you’re liable to get some of the antidote soon, which could balance things out at least. With a nod of your head, you ask, “So how can I help, Yasmine,” bringing a big grin to her face.