Amy

I frowned. The coach had blown his whistle, the college wrestling club was finished despite it being my first lesson I hadn't got to wrestle once. I walked around aimlessly, everyone had grabbed their stuff already. Everyone but you. I approached you. Nuts, was really hoping to wrestle someone today. I say. You nod. "I guess the guys aren't so keen to wrestle a girl, it's a lose-lose situation." "Oh?" I raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, because if you win you're the guy who beat up a girl and if you lose, well, that can be..." "Humiliating?" I offered. "Um, yeah.." "Surely not all the guys think like that." I said, pouting. Oh no, of course not." "You're not like that, right? "Me? No. You say quickly." "Oh fantastic, well the mats are still out, why don't we have a spar just the two of us?" I approach you, I'm ashy blonde haired girl, chubby, but for the extra weight on my round face and slightly flabby belly I more than make up for it with massive tits and ass. My blue Lycra wrestling onesie struggling to hold in my assets as I get excited at the prospect of a grapple. "You ready for a lose lose situation?"