Yasmine Bishara is waiting for you inside the ring, and, as her wrestling name implies, she's wearing one of the most dazzlingly exotic outfits you've ever seen. Like any good Belly dancing outfit, Yasmine's goes out of its way to show off her beautiful curves and tan complexion, all centered around her finely-toned, fully exposed navel. The skirt of her outfit consists of a delicate, silky material that drapes over her wide hips and long, sensuous legs like a curtain, one with a sheer fabric that can easily be seen through. Her glamorous top clings tightly to her enormous bust, which threatens to break free of its ornate confines if its not careful, and shows off a luxurious amount of cleavage. Along with that, she wears a mask, made of the same see-through silk as her skirt, that highlights her beautiful smile, and she's covered head to toe in lavish jewelry and bracelets, as if she were the personal dancer for a rich, powerful ruler.
Yasmine's beautiful green eyes pierce you as you climb into the ring and approach her in the center, still trying to comprehend her presence. You've only seen Belly dancers on TV, but you never thought you'd see one in person, least of all in a wrestling match. Why here of all places? Does she even know how to fight? As the referee announces the combatants to the crowd, your mind is riddled with questions, but you forget all of them as soon as you notice Yasmine confidently saunters towards you, an extra sway in her hips with every step she takes. You get nervous as the sexy dancer gets close enough to caress your cheek with a finely manicured hand, sending a jolt down your spine. "Hello there, little one," she says with a voice as silky as her outfit.
Caught off guard by Yasmine's alluring presence, you try to stammer out a polite hello, but it doesn't come out well. "Uh...um, h-hi! M-my name is wrestling, and I will b-be Tommy you today...I-I mean: My n-name is Tommy, and I will be w-wrestling you today." She's got you completely tongue-tied, easily getting into your head before the match even starts.
Yasmine giggles at your antics and says, "Well, Tommy, I hope you'll enjoy the show."She suddenly takes one of her legs and wraps it behind you, deftly using it to pull you extremely close to her exotic, voluptuous body. "Because I'm sure I will," she whispers to you, voice dripping with honey. You're left a stammering mess in Yasmine's leggy embrace as any confidence you had going into this match starts to fall apart against her, much to her amusement. This goes on for a few seconds before she finally retracts her leg and backs away, giving you breathing room again. What was that about?
The bell rings, signalling the match's start, so you put all your questions aside and try to focus on the match. This is your debut match, and, what's more, your height is on the line. You can't afford to screw up. You can't get a good read on Yasmine, but you're sure you shouldn't underestimate her. You take your best stance, ready for any attack Yasmine sends your way. Only...she doesn't attack. She's been dancing in place ever since the bell rang, keeping her eyes on you. Speaking of eyes, you're not sure where to put yours, as it seems every part of Yasmine's curvy body is putting on a show for you and the crowd. Bouncing breasts, undulating midriff, swaying hips; every move she makes is a tantalizing distraction that you can't seem to look away from.
You try to focus. Why is Yasmine doing this, just dancing there? Is she trying to distract you to make an opening to attack, or is she just baiting you into attacking. You cant reach an answer, as Yasmine's hypnotic moves are making it much too hard to think straight. All you know is: you can't win a wrestling match by just standing there and ogling a pretty lady the whole time. You force yourself to snap out of the trance Yasmine put you in and try to go on the offensive. You rush at her, hoping to grab her and take her down in one fell swoop.
Yasmine doesn't say a word but continues her dance, smiling wryly at your approach. As soon as you get close enough, you try to clasp her in a bear hug, but she doges to your right with a fluid spin, still continuing her dance. You're surprised but continue your plan of attack undaunted. You lunge at her again. She dodges. You try again. She dodges. You give a valiant effort, but Yasmine, utilizing the graceful movements you'd expect from a dance, continues to easily evade all your attacks by a hair's breadth. Unable to match her rhythm, you continue to uselessly grasp at air. How're you supposed to beat this women if you can't even touch her?
You continue to chase Yasmine across the ring as she--quite literally--dances circles around you, and you eventually start to feel winded. This must be part of her strategy: to finish you off as soon as you tire out. You don't have time to waste. You have to catch her now. As if sensing your desperation, Yasmine finally stops her dancing around the ring and casually leans back against the ropes. She smiles and gives a seductive taunt with her finger, confidently telling you to come hither. You take the bait and rush at Yasmine one last time, hoping to finally catch her now that she's stopped moving.
Just as you reach striking distance, Yasmine, in a fluid motion, sits back against the ropes and swings a leg upwards, kicking you squarely under the jaw and making your attack come to a screeching halt. That precise, powerful blow, coupled with all of the energy you wasted until now, is enough to stun you and bring you to your knees in front of Yasmine, who's still sitting on the ropes. Your brain still rattled, you hardly notice when Yasmine raises her sculpted legs around your head. You're right where she wants you. She lightly clamps your head with her thick thighs, gently cradling you with their pillowy softness. She giggles while she smoothly rolls your head between her legs, amused by the dumb look you're giving her as she caresses you with her thighs. It's like she's doing a special kind of dance, and you're her new partner.
Having lulled you into a docile state with just her beautiful legs, Yasmine finally releases you and gets up, leaving you on your knees. Casually caressing your cheek with her hand again, she struts around behind you, letting her enormous ass briefly brush against your other cheek as she passes by. Facing away from you, she uses her hand to tilt your head backwards, making you crane your neck as you get an up close look at her beautiful booty looming above you. Yasmine slides your head between her legs again, and--this time--she clamps hard. You groan as you're squeezed by Yasmine's powerful legs, feeling a pressure you've never felt before. She's gone from teasing you with her legs to flat out dominating you with them, likely planning on ending the match with you trapped between them. You squirm and try to free yourself, but your efforts only amount to weakly slapping Yasmine's bouncy booty or caressing her succulent legs, unable to break their vice-grip on you.
Just when you feel yourself getting dizzy from the lack of air, Yasmine starts another dance for you. She hooks her ankles together and grabs your hands with hers, ensuring you're not going anywhere without her say so, and she starts to gently sway her hips, moving you along with her. You feel your mind getting hazy as Yasmine rocks you back and forth with her succulent thighs, putting on a show that the crowd adores.
Yasmine's beautiful green eyes pierce you as you climb into the ring and approach her in the center, still trying to comprehend her presence. You've only seen Belly dancers on TV, but you never thought you'd see one in person, least of all in a wrestling match. Why here of all places? Does she even know how to fight? As the referee announces the combatants to the crowd, your mind is riddled with questions, but you forget all of them as soon as you notice Yasmine confidently saunters towards you, an extra sway in her hips with every step she takes. You get nervous as the sexy dancer gets close enough to caress your cheek with a finely manicured hand, sending a jolt down your spine. "Hello there, little one," she says with a voice as silky as her outfit.
Caught off guard by Yasmine's alluring presence, you try to stammer out a polite hello, but it doesn't come out well. "Uh...um, h-hi! M-my name is wrestling, and I will b-be Tommy you today...I-I mean: My n-name is Tommy, and I will be w-wrestling you today." She's got you completely tongue-tied, easily getting into your head before the match even starts.
Yasmine giggles at your antics and says, "Well, Tommy, I hope you'll enjoy the show."She suddenly takes one of her legs and wraps it behind you, deftly using it to pull you extremely close to her exotic, voluptuous body. "Because I'm sure I will," she whispers to you, voice dripping with honey. You're left a stammering mess in Yasmine's leggy embrace as any confidence you had going into this match starts to fall apart against her, much to her amusement. This goes on for a few seconds before she finally retracts her leg and backs away, giving you breathing room again. What was that about?
The bell rings, signalling the match's start, so you put all your questions aside and try to focus on the match. This is your debut match, and, what's more, your height is on the line. You can't afford to screw up. You can't get a good read on Yasmine, but you're sure you shouldn't underestimate her. You take your best stance, ready for any attack Yasmine sends your way. Only...she doesn't attack. She's been dancing in place ever since the bell rang, keeping her eyes on you. Speaking of eyes, you're not sure where to put yours, as it seems every part of Yasmine's curvy body is putting on a show for you and the crowd. Bouncing breasts, undulating midriff, swaying hips; every move she makes is a tantalizing distraction that you can't seem to look away from.
You try to focus. Why is Yasmine doing this, just dancing there? Is she trying to distract you to make an opening to attack, or is she just baiting you into attacking. You cant reach an answer, as Yasmine's hypnotic moves are making it much too hard to think straight. All you know is: you can't win a wrestling match by just standing there and ogling a pretty lady the whole time. You force yourself to snap out of the trance Yasmine put you in and try to go on the offensive. You rush at her, hoping to grab her and take her down in one fell swoop.
Yasmine doesn't say a word but continues her dance, smiling wryly at your approach. As soon as you get close enough, you try to clasp her in a bear hug, but she doges to your right with a fluid spin, still continuing her dance. You're surprised but continue your plan of attack undaunted. You lunge at her again. She dodges. You try again. She dodges. You give a valiant effort, but Yasmine, utilizing the graceful movements you'd expect from a dance, continues to easily evade all your attacks by a hair's breadth. Unable to match her rhythm, you continue to uselessly grasp at air. How're you supposed to beat this women if you can't even touch her?
You continue to chase Yasmine across the ring as she--quite literally--dances circles around you, and you eventually start to feel winded. This must be part of her strategy: to finish you off as soon as you tire out. You don't have time to waste. You have to catch her now. As if sensing your desperation, Yasmine finally stops her dancing around the ring and casually leans back against the ropes. She smiles and gives a seductive taunt with her finger, confidently telling you to come hither. You take the bait and rush at Yasmine one last time, hoping to finally catch her now that she's stopped moving.
Just as you reach striking distance, Yasmine, in a fluid motion, sits back against the ropes and swings a leg upwards, kicking you squarely under the jaw and making your attack come to a screeching halt. That precise, powerful blow, coupled with all of the energy you wasted until now, is enough to stun you and bring you to your knees in front of Yasmine, who's still sitting on the ropes. Your brain still rattled, you hardly notice when Yasmine raises her sculpted legs around your head. You're right where she wants you. She lightly clamps your head with her thick thighs, gently cradling you with their pillowy softness. She giggles while she smoothly rolls your head between her legs, amused by the dumb look you're giving her as she caresses you with her thighs. It's like she's doing a special kind of dance, and you're her new partner.
Having lulled you into a docile state with just her beautiful legs, Yasmine finally releases you and gets up, leaving you on your knees. Casually caressing your cheek with her hand again, she struts around behind you, letting her enormous ass briefly brush against your other cheek as she passes by. Facing away from you, she uses her hand to tilt your head backwards, making you crane your neck as you get an up close look at her beautiful booty looming above you. Yasmine slides your head between her legs again, and--this time--she clamps hard. You groan as you're squeezed by Yasmine's powerful legs, feeling a pressure you've never felt before. She's gone from teasing you with her legs to flat out dominating you with them, likely planning on ending the match with you trapped between them. You squirm and try to free yourself, but your efforts only amount to weakly slapping Yasmine's bouncy booty or caressing her succulent legs, unable to break their vice-grip on you.
Just when you feel yourself getting dizzy from the lack of air, Yasmine starts another dance for you. She hooks her ankles together and grabs your hands with hers, ensuring you're not going anywhere without her say so, and she starts to gently sway her hips, moving you along with her. You feel your mind getting hazy as Yasmine rocks you back and forth with her succulent thighs, putting on a show that the crowd adores.
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May 31, 2023
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