Sex Wrestler II

Receiving a call from a pretty woman at the crack of dawn is a rather excellent way to start the morning. Actually pretty doesnt properly describe Adira; gorgeous and sexy is more accurate. And the fact that the sexy fetish wrestler whod helped launch my journalistic career needed to see me right away was just icing on the cake.

The day got even better when catching Adiras blackmailer meant that Id have to wrestle her again. We quickly reserved the gym and set up a sting for the blackmailer. As soon as he tried to retrieve the footage of Adira and I wrestling, wed nab him!

Adiras fiery red hair was tied in a ponytail which let it flow over her shoulder. As we circled, her ample bosom moved lazily under her peach sports bra, teasing a response from my fingers. Her abs rippled down her tummy and under the top of her purple tights. As best I could tell, she wasnt wearing panties under the thin material.

I shot in and my hands touched, and her hands touched and our bodies intertwined. For a moment, just a moment, I forgot to defend myself and Adira—