He was wondering those last days if his lovely hoochie could catfight for him. "Yes, she is, at the same time, so naive and sexy that she will probably agree immediately."
In fact, he was a lucky man. Albeit his wife was rather dull, she was beautiful and kind enough to keep him in... love? Well, maybe... Not passionately, however...
His passion he meets each two months. "She is the kind of girl that makes the news of the world", he sang low, while walked to their shared apartment, where he would meet his hoochie... His passion: She was the woman - decisive, strong, sexy; a mature passion, undoubtedly, once both of them were in their forties.
But now, the point was his round-butted hoochie, and some catfights, perhaps... Only two of his ex-girlfriend had agreed in fighting for him.
The first one, ten years ago, had faced a lovely friend of him, an open-minded and fake blonde Mexican girl. His poor girlfriend ended up bottomless and posed over by his happy friend (who he sought afterwards until he managed they make sex). "Gosh, this was one the most arousing scenes of my life..."
He never forgot that wonderful, round and humiliated butt displayed exclusively for him to see, while the proud Mexican girl waved with his unfortunate girlfriend's panties like a trophy in her hand...
Oh, it was a pity that that lovely girlfriend had not agreed anymore in wrestling. She never told him so, but the experience might had been so humiliating...
There was another ex-girlfriend, whose fights he would never forget either...
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