Sex Wrestler II (Unabridged‪)‬

A Jason Pinaster Wrestling Story 

Receiving a call from a pretty woman at the crack of dawn is a rather excellent way to start the morning. Actually "pretty" doesn’t properly describe Adira; gorgeous and sexy is more accurate. And the fact that the sexy fetish wrestler who’d helped launch my journalistic career needed to see me right away was just icing on the cake. 

The day got even better when catching Adira’s blackmailer meant that I’d 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, we’d nab him! Adira’s 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 wasn’t 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....