Debbie walked into her house, exhausted from a long day of work. She found Raheem, a skinny Jamaican-British young adult, waiting for her in his thong, ready to wrestle.
Debbie: "Raheem, I swear to God, if you don't put some clothes on and stop trying to wrestle me every time I come home, I'm going to lose it."
Raheem: "Come on, Debbie. You know you love it. Besides, we have a wrestling mat right here in your living room. It's like it was meant to be."
Debbie sighed and looked at the mat, similar to one used in professional wrestling matches. She had to admit, she was getting tired of always losing to Raheem.
Debbie: "Fine, but this time I'm not holding back. I'm sick of having my ass kicked."
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Raheem grinned and began stretching. Debbie slipped out of her work clothes, revealing a lacy bra and panty set.
Debbie: "Don't get any ideas, Raheem. This is just for comfort."
Raheem: "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Debbie. I'm a gentleman."
Debbie rolled her eyes and began warming up, determined to finally beat Raheem at his own game. They circled each other on the mat, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
Debbie: "You know, I've been taking some wrestling classes. You might be in for a surprise."
Raheem: "Is that so? Well, bring it on, Debbie. I'm ready for whatever you've got."
The two friends squared off, ready to begin their match. But as they stood there, both couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
Debbie: "You know, Raheem, sometimes I wonder if we're both crazy for doing this."
Raheem: "Maybe we are, Debbie. But it's always a good time, right?"
Debbie grinned, feeling grateful for the lighthearted moment after a tough day.
Debbie: "Right. Let's do this."
Debbie grunted as Raheem managed to pin her down, skillfully evading her moves. She felt him yank off her panties and begin to probe her pussy with his fingers. She clenched her jaw in frustration, but refused to give up.
Debbie: "Dammit, Raheem, you're cheating!"
Raheem: "Hey, all's fair in love and wrestling, Debbie."
Debbie could feel his fingers exploring her wet folds, slipping and sliding with ease as he found her clit and began to circle it. Despite her annoyance, she couldn't deny the physical sensations building up inside her.
Debbie: "Ugh, you're such an ass sometimes, you know that?"
Raheem: "Just trying to throw you off your game, Debbie. Is it working?"
Debbie gritted her teeth as Raheem's fingers delved deeper, brushing against her sensitive nerve endings and causing her to squirm beneath him. She could feel the muscles of her vagina clenching around his fingers, as if trying to draw him in further.
