Date Night

[Teenwrestler]

One of the downside of dating a glamourous supermodel wrestler such as Ami was facing her rather competitive and fierce nature. While it was true she might have lost if her man would have counted her out for the pinfall with the correct pace, she might not show him the same indulgence. After countering his attempts of a finisher with one of her own, the two briefly locked lips and this time Ami held it a bit longer just to mesmerize her dashing boyfriend. The two moaned in the kiss, their sweat soaked bodies grinding up against each other while her hands ran down his back all the way up towards his hair.

It served as a fitting distraction and when she leaned back for a second to raise her leg and go for the killer, Bryan was simply too stunned to react. In an instance, he fell to the ring canvas and laid sprawled out while Ami would simply sit on his chest and scoot forward, having her crotch press against his mouth for a facesit pin while she looked down on him, hand on her mouth while she giggled mischievously. "Oops" she said before slapping her hand beside her head to simulate a referee slapping the mat count.

"One....Two...Three!" she said before raising her arms up in the air. "WOOOO now that was a good workout" she said as she would slide off Bryan and slowly get up on her feet, placing her hands on her hip while looking down on Bryan. "Need a hand mister?" she said, leaning forward to show off her cleavage a bit and offering him a helping hand.