Women’s Submission Wrestling, or WSW, was a federation dedicated to women’s sexual wrestling. It was a far cry from the ‘submissive role society... placed on women’ that she had planned to write on for her Women’s Studies course. She wondered if she could write a report on this instead. She reasoned that subject matter was far more titillating and could start a debate on whether this was progressive or regressive. It could be an in depth study with her going undercover as a sex wrestler herself. Abbie smiles and pulls Tim to her, his head on her breasts as she strokes his head as she talks. “You mean with the latex gloves and lube?” she asks. Tim nods his head which Abbie can feel against her tit.“That was a prostate massage, honey. It is something different, a way of cumming for men so unlike usual intercourse. You feel pleasure waves throughout your whole body. All from pressing properly against your ‘p-spot.’ Just like women have the g-spot in their vaginas, men get great. She asked if she could join the game, so five or six became six or seven.I didn't know her. Heck I'd never seen her before to the best of my knowledge. But she was interesting to me. Not a great looker. Average; almost any guy would say she was average. At least until you looked into her eyes.A deep look into those baby blues were enough to convince you that this was a woman who loved to fuck. Look again and you realize that it is you that she wants to fuck. Well, maybe the other couple of guys. She tasted delicious. I licked her. The inside of her vagina was slickwith thick, sexual secretions. And I hadn't even gotten going yet."Yes!" she sighed encouragingly. "Yes!"I opened my mouth and kissed her pussy, French kissing her orifice. Herbody tightened reflexively in response to my attention. Grace pulledher hemline higher, releasing her thighs to spread even wider, giving mefull access to her nest. As I delved deeper with my tongue, Gracesquatted lower, pushing against my.