Debbie walked into the dimly lit basement, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. She had just come from work, still dressed in her pencil skirt and blouse, but ready for a different kind of action.
Raheem, her Jamaican-British wrestling partner, was already there, stretching in nothing but a thong. His skinny frame belied the strength that Debbie knew he possessed.
Debbie: "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."
Raheem turned to her, a confident grin spreading across his face.
Raheem: "You like what you see, Debbie?"
Debbie: "You know I do. But don't think that's going to stop me from kicking your ass tonight."
Raheem let out a hearty laugh, his muscles flexing as he stood up to face her.
Raheem: "Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way."
Debbie smirked, taking off her heels and blazer, revealing a sports bra and leggings underneath. She tied her hair up in a ponytail, ready to get down to business.
Debbie: "You better be ready, Raheem. I've had a long day and I need to blow off some steam."
Raheem: "Bring it on, Debbie. I can take whatever you dish out."
The two circled each other, eyes locked, waiting for the other to make the first move. The tension in the room was palpable, but Debbie felt alive. This was exactly what she needed.
Raheem swiftly moved, effortlessly tossing Debbie to the ground. With a smirk, he grabbed her panties and yanked them off, his fingers eager to explore her most intimate area.
Debbie: "Hey, what the hell? This is part of the match, right?"
Raheem didn't respond, instead plunging his fingers deep into her pussy. He felt the swollen clit at the top and began to massage it roughly, causing Debbie to gasp.
Debbie: "Whoa, take it easy there, buddy. I can take a lot, but not when you're being a dick about it."
Raheem continued to finger her, moving his fingers in and out of her slippery folds. He could feel the sticky wetness coating his fingers as he explored the sensitive nerve endings inside her.
Debbie gritted her teeth, trying to focus on the match despite the distraction. She could feel the muscles of her vagina gripping Raheem's fingers as he moved them deeper inside her.
Debbie: "You're not going to throw me off my game that easily, Raheem. I can take whatever you dish out."
Raheem smirked, continuing to work his fingers inside her, but with a newfound respect for Debbie's determination.
Raheem managed to pin Debbie down once again, his hand firmly pressed against her chest. With his other hand, he began smacking her ass, causing her to yelp in surprise. He then moved his hand between her legs, fingering her pussy with renewed vigor.
Debbie gritted her teeth, trying to focus on the match despite the distraction. She could feel Raheem's fingers exploring her wet folds, rubbing against her swollen clit and delving deeper into her tight, gripping muscles.
Debbie: "Dammit, Raheem, you're not making this easy for me."
Raheem smirked, continuing to finger her pussy harder and faster, his fingers slick with her arousal. He could feel her sensitive nerve endings responding to his touch, causing her to squirm beneath him.
Debbie: "I can still take you down, even with your hand...there."
She grunted, using all her strength to try and throw Raheem off of her. But he was relentless, continuing to work her pussy with his skilled fingers while keeping her pinned down.
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