Harry the Butcher, 54, 280lbs former pro-wrestler

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I sit down at ringside, while my wife is nervously waiting for her next opponent. She has had tough matches trading leather winning some, loosing some badly.
But unlike her, I know who is joining her in the ring today.

The request from "Harry the Butcher" arrived via mail just a week ago and he asked specifically for pro wrestling. My wife is just a boxer, but since it is both some brawling between the ropes - why not. Did I tell her? Nope!
I have always been a fan of mixed wrestling, and all her sexy pound are quite something to handle for him.

Some entrance music sounded, and old song of Metallica and my wifes attention is clearly drown away from me and towards the door.
And there he is in a black wrestling singlet and a face mask. A mossive towering guy in his fifties. A big bulge is forming in his singlet, showing how big he must be down there as well.

He flexes his biceps, keeping his eyes on my wife`s naked tits and epic curves. I see her eyes getting wide with shock, and his with anticipation. He climbs the metal steps, slides through the ropes and towers in front of her.

"Hey handsome. Where are your gloves?" She has her`s positioned on her hips, looking up at his face defiantly.

Without answering he simply smiles and looks at me: "Ring the bell dude!"