Ling (20 yrs.) is a Chinese American beauty (35-24-32) who almost missed the start of the home meet inside the university gym. It’s Friday evening and Ling runs up the fan bleachers and sits down. Her long, black hair, hangs down who wears tight jeans and a college t-shirt. Her tiny binoculars hang around her neck. She watches the first wrestling matches on the gym floor.
After a few minutes. Ling searches the bleachers with those binoculars. She notices Ryker (19 yrs.) who stands at 5’8” and weighs 149 lbs. He’s on the team from out-of-town who is not wrestling. He’s dressed in his college sweat suit and is limping. He’s also a cute blonde with whom she met weeks ago. She had almost gotten him into her hotel room too. His jealous girlfriend didn’t like her talking to him and had got in between them.
She watches Ryker through the binoculars and doesn’t see his girlfriend. His left ankle looks like it had just been wrapped. So, that injury is recent as he limps up the bleachers and sits next to his college friends. He begins cheering on his team who are the competitive visitors.
Ling whispers, “Well, I think I got him this time.”
10 minutes later. Ling stands up and walks over to where Ryker is sitting.
She says, “Hey Ryker. It’s been a few weeks.”
He looks up at her, “Hi, um. Ling right? How are you?”
“I’m fine, now that I see you. The invitation is still open to meet in my Hotel room” she replies.
A smile comes across his face who says, “Sorry, I just got engaged.”
Ling shrugs her shoulders and smirks, “Well, I’m at the Hotel across from the university. Room 95. If you change your mind.”
She turns and walks away. He watches her beautiful ass inside those tight jeans.
He whispers, “Shit, room 95?”
It’s late Friday night inside Ling’s Hotel room. The big TV screen plays a “Rap” music video. The volume is turned down to a whisper. The lights in the room are all on.
Ryker’s sweat suit, socks and shoes are piled up near the bed. Ling’s clothes are laying on top of the bed.
He is naked who sits on a regular chair near the table. His left ankle is wrapped in a thick bandage. Both of his knees are spread open. She is also nude who kneels in between his legs. Her black hair is tied into a ponytail and her right hand grips his 5 and ½-inch cock.
She looks up at him and whispers, “Hold it Ryker. Hold it baby.”
