The thin, shorter young man awaits you in the ring. You dance seductively for the crowd to a fair mix of cheers and boos. Some just don't approve of how you do things. Some don't mind. Some don't know. Some get off like mad to it. You blow kisses to them all anyway.
"Hope you're ready for a real gusher," he vows, stretching in his corner in his wrestling shorts.
"I sure hope so," you say sweetly, winking and smooching your painted lips at him.
Your foe's been known to give earth-shattering orgasms to every woman he meets. He may not know your secret, but you're curious if he'll live up to his ideals when he finds out. |