Yasmine toys with you

Yasmine's slow and seductive dance continues, captivating the audience as their excited roars gradually slow down to quieter "Ooohhh" and "ahhhhh" of allured approval. Yasmine fans use to look forward to this moment in her matches: when, having worn down her opponents with her luscious thighs, the beautiful Belly Dancer makes 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 mostly to you, the most "privileged" spectator of her sexy show. Those succulent, velvet-like thighs of hers keep rhythmically pulsating, having poor helpless you follow along obediently with each moevement of her hypnotic bellydance.

The beautiful wrestling-dancer won't miss to add a sensually taunting touch to your predicament, letting exaggerated moans of pleasure whenever your features are lead to "accidentally" rub against her scantly clad crotch while she keeps her mesmerizing gyrations.

Yasmine's sultry amethyst eyes never leave your flushed face, drinking in your helplesness and arousal as she carefully weakens you with each new sway of her hips. Visibly amused by your pityful state, she brings a manicured hand up to her mouth to elegantly stifle a melodious laughter. Soon enough, you are too weak and entranced to even think about fighting back, lulled into aroused stupor as the gentle repetitive flexing and relaxing of her luscious thighs squeezes you in and out of consciousness.

Knowing that she has you tamed, Yasmine releases your hands letting them drop limply to let everybody know that "Tommy the Terrible" can be added to the many that have submitted to her signature "Squeezy Dance" hold.

"Mmmm.... Are you enjoying the show sweetie? ...Sweetie? Ohoho~ Hey there sleepyhead, still with me?", she asks in mocking concern, cocking her hips to one side as to check your state... like if it was not her doing! Having squeezed you into woozy compliance, you are now her perfect boytoy: Your sleepy head softly nestled in the cradle of her smooth warm thighs, Yasmine starts to sensually caress her own curvy shapes, down to her legs where her delicate fingers comfort you by smoothly petting your hair and brushing your sweaty face, eliciting 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, Yasmine will make it out with you, cuddling her lovely Tommy-boy to sleep... fufufu~♪".

With a soft 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...! 0///0". Shaking your head in a losing attempt to recover, you realize way too late what she had in store for you... 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. Her long, perfectly sculpted legs wrap around you slowly yet relentlessly, 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, considering the thickness of her beautifully smooth thighs and calves.

Ignoring your feeble protests and murring in pleasure at your meek efforts at prying part her leggy jail, which she felts like just a worshipping caress to her legs now, the exotic beauty 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 bodyscissors combo. With her voluptuous frame resting leisurely on the mats and your much smaller body held captive ontop of her, you can squirm feebly in discomfort but you can't escape, your face flushed from the feel of Yasmine's large bosom cushioning your little head, serving as heavenly pillows for your incoming nap.

"Mmmm~ There we go sweetie~♥ Just relax and let 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 rhythm of her soothing tune and rocking side to side as she plants soft, sweetly mocking goodnight-kisses onto your sleepy face and forehead with each time rhyme she sings for your incoming slumber.

Like if your predicament was not embarrassing and **** enough, you feel your body helplessly respond to her 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.

The irony of your sexual urges awakening just while the rest of you is drifting into slumberland doesn't pass unnoticed by Yasmine, as she shifts her squeezing legs slightly so that one of her calves will be rubbing along the bulge in your shorts.

"M-Mnnhhghh... s-stop... don't..mmmm... @///@". Moaning in erotic distress, you sense your consciousness start to slip away, eyelids too heavy to stay open. You know that you can't break free now you will be sleepered into an utterly humiliating defeat... but part of your mind is just wondering if you will pass out or burst out first... and another part of your head wonders if she will keep the erotic strokes going in case you pass out first. So much for Tommy the Terrible's great debut.