It was only a few weeks out from her sensuous debut against the diva Angelica. Whilst a stain on the white paper, the reality was Frederika had won before the match had even begun. From the inherently erotic novelty of tussling with such a woman of captivating build, getting the chance to pleasure her, but ultimately receiving the most heavenly of fuckings from the French angel herself. It was a divine experience, one that was however both physically and mentally taxing. Such a match required a proper recovery, which was conveniently when she had received a call from a LAW staff member about being handed a reservation at one of their seaside resorts. Such a gift was much obliged by Frida, however, the offer was to come with a slightly mysterious catch, that being she would meet an undisclosed LAW wrestler at the resort's pool at a specified date and time. Yet, despite the admittedly strange request, the chance to stray from the noise of the city, venturing into tranquility and fun was perhaps far more alluring. In the back of her mind, maybe this mysterious wrestler would be a welcomed surprise.
And as the time had arrived for this anticipated meeting, both would apparently be convening at the pool in the dawn of night. A secluded space apparently, with no one else but herself and this ambiguous figure, the German could only speculate as to who exactly wanted to meet her in such circumstances, let alone with the blessings from the administration. Frida was aware her debut drew many eyes, with plenty of raving by fans, but perhaps she was naive in not expecting the after-effects that would accompany such a ravenous event. Nonetheless, there was no need for regrets she eventually came to conclude, as she walked out of her designated complex into the outside.
The air was warm, and a soft mellow breeze graced her skin as she approached the private pool. Her long locks of black hair moved with the wind as they endlessly roamed her back, slightly covering one eye. Her attire only befitted the occasion as she wore a revealing matte-black bikini set that revealed her figure. An aura of finely aged culture could describe the mother's beauty. Whilst nearing her forties, the matriarch was gifted with a voluptuous figure that was kept limited by a swimsuit that seemed on the verge of falling off every time Frida moved even an inch. Her breasts heaved and bounced in a glamorous fashion, while the rest of her figure was equally sculpted in the spirit of perfection.
As the German woman eventually reached the entrance to the gate of the pool, she pulled out her card initially given by the front desk attendant to access the facility. But yet, as she opened the door with an audible screech, it was quickly evident to her that even the supposed wrestler was nowhere to be seen. Was this individual late? Did I arrive too early? Frida pondered to herself slightly confused, but simply continued edging closer and closer to the pool. While the person she was meant to find was nowhere to be seen, there was a clear appreciation to be had for the spellbinding scenery of the location. The stars populated the night sky, further enhanced by the full moon, and crickets chirped harmoniously with the pristine waters that softly landed onto the cliffs of the pool. She was content with waiting for this enigmatic figure to arrive, simply treading the time away for the while.
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