"You're damn right!"

Jasmine’s answer was filled to the brim with confidence. She wasn’t just willing to do it, she was HUNGRY for it! He sat nervously at his wife’s side as he admired her glistening body in that gold string bikini with the matching gold boots and pads. Her blue eyes shining through the little Gold superhero-esque eye mask they bought to giver her character an air of mystery.

Although he wasn’t wrestling today he would be ringside so he decided to wear a matching outfit, gold boots and pads with a gold speedo that barely covered that impressive package and to complete the look a gold Luchador mask.

They sat in the locker-room of a small gymnasium, wrestlers and sex-fighters coming and going as the matches went on, the sounds from the gym echoing throughout as the horny, hungry crowd lapped up the filthy action happening in the ring.

“DAMN! Are those real?”

The question broke through the young couple’s concentration and snapped them back to the moment as they notice a feisty looking young wrestler approach them. Her skin was a dark ebony that contrasted beautifully with her white spikey pixie cut hair. She was wearing a silver outfit and was dripping in sweat so she had probably had her match for the night.

Before Jasmine could say anything the handsy wrestler wanders over and cupped Jasmine’s breasts!