Sarah (30 yrs.) is the former wife (44-24-36) of a state senator. She owns a small penthouse in the city. She is a cheap looking, bleach-blonde, who is a big fan of college wrestling. She never goes to the local wrestling meets, but watches every live competition on YouTube. Sarah follows all of the athletes and coaches on social media.
Guy (20 yrs.) stands at 5'8" and weighs 149 lbs. He's a handsome golden blonde, who has a "playboy bunny" tattoo on his right shoulder. He sits naked on a bench after a shower inside the gym locker room. His hair drips wet as the towel hangs on his left thigh. He runs his fingers through his hair while talking with Sarah on the iPhone.
Guy: 44-24-36. I don't believe it until you send me a photo.
Sarah: I never send photos over the internet.
Guy: Then, come see me wrestle at my next meet. I'd like to see your body in person.
Sarah: All you have to do is come to my penthouse.
Guy: To see an over-weight and desperate woman? No way.
Sarah: What are you afraid of? I'm just a fan of college wrestling.
Guy: I'm not afraid of anything. I just want to see you before I come over.
Sarah: It's up to you. I'll be waiting tonight. If you don't show up. I'll find myself another wrestler.
Inside Sarah's penthouse bedroom. Guy and Sarah are both naked on top of the curved white, love seat. She straddles him and both of her hands grip his cut shoulders. Her head is thrown back with the blonde hair hanging loose. His left fingers pinch her left and erect - ½-inch nipple. His lips cover her right, round areola. The tongue flick's the nipple. His right hand gently squeezes, her heavy under-boob.
She whispers, "My Gawd Guy... You're so gentle.. So damn gentle."
He replies, "Mmmm.. Mmm.."
His tongue circles her nipple as his right hand keeps squeezing that under-boob. He rolls up her left nipple in-between his fingers.
She says, "You make my nipples so hard... Guy.. It feels sooo, good."
Her hips begin to grind forward and backward over his stiff 5 and ¾-inch cock.
