It's Yasmine, come to check up on you.
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 12
Yasmine enters the room, her hips swaying seductively as she glides across the floor. She sits down next to you and gives you a look-over. "How are you feeling?"
"Better now, now that I've had a chance to breathe. You didn't give me much chance of that out in the ring."
She giggled. "You were awfully cute down there." You're not sure how you feel about that. 'Cute' isn't exactly what you're going for as a wrestler, but being called 'cute' by a hot woman is never bad. She caresses your shoulder with her hand, sending a shiver down to your spine at the touch. Your cock, fully erect even as Yasmine was cooing you into unconsciousness, had shrunk back down but begins to revive.
She stands up, her hand continuing to trace you along your neck and behind your ear as she circles around you. You don't move, enjoying the feel, but follow her with your eyes. "You're coming with me now though," she coos, swaying her hips. Even that little gyration seems enough to start mesmerizing you. You blink fiercely, trying to dispel the spell. "To the victor goes the spoils, and I think you make a cute prize."
"Better now, now that I've had a chance to breathe. You didn't give me much chance of that out in the ring."
She giggled. "You were awfully cute down there." You're not sure how you feel about that. 'Cute' isn't exactly what you're going for as a wrestler, but being called 'cute' by a hot woman is never bad. She caresses your shoulder with her hand, sending a shiver down to your spine at the touch. Your cock, fully erect even as Yasmine was cooing you into unconsciousness, had shrunk back down but begins to revive.
She stands up, her hand continuing to trace you along your neck and behind your ear as she circles around you. You don't move, enjoying the feel, but follow her with your eyes. "You're coming with me now though," she coos, swaying her hips. Even that little gyration seems enough to start mesmerizing you. You blink fiercely, trying to dispel the spell. "To the victor goes the spoils, and I think you make a cute prize."
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May 31, 2023
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