This triple pack contains three stories about Big Beautiful Women in sexy and scandalous situations.
Rear Naked Choke tells the story of a curvy young woman in a very special sparring match against an attractive MMA fighter.
Sheet Music is about one big fan getting to go back stage to meet her hard rock crush.
The bundle finishes with Curves on Camera, a tale of two friends-with-benefits who decide to take their exploits into a new realm of exhibitionism.
Excerpt:
"So anyway, let's get started. I'm gonna walk you through the grapples we covered yesterday, and then we’ll move into some really basic sparring.”
We moved from grapple to grapple. He took me in his arms, applying just enough pressure to show me how a move could hurt you, but being intensely careful to never reach that point. Pressed up close to him, I could smell the sweat from his last fight hanging around his body. It was earthy and sweet. I wanted to get closer to him.
He had me laid out on the floor on my back, my wrist held between his hands. Robb lay perpendicular to me, my arm pulled over his crotch and into his chest. I could feel how tight his lightly damp chest was under my arm. I was barely listening as he was describing the various mechanisms at play with this particular arm bar- I was more distracted by the growing bulge pressing against my bicep between Robb's legs. He didn't address it, but he didn't pull my arm away either.
We pulled away and took a few moments to cool back down. The A.C. system was working hard in the middle of the summer, even this late in the evening. Nonetheless, we were still breathing hard, likely for a couple reasons other than the lesson.
“Okay, your turn now,” Robb said. He took a seat on the mat before lying onto his back. The bottom of his t-shirt rose up just enough that I could see the thin trail of hair lead down below his waist. “Hop on.”I had to focus every faculty I possessed not to immediately leap onto the mat and cover every inch of this gorgeous man. You know, playing it cool in a totally-not-predatory way. I took my place over Robb, and he wrapped his legs around me in a particularly missionary style.
“Alright. Why don’t you get me into a leg lock. You remember the motions?”
“Yeah, I think so,” I replied.
