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The assistants, each carrying her wrestler's robe, now
retreated off the mat to the edge of the arena. Aimee looked passed the
referee at her opponent. For a second the Anaconda stood still, then in
an act designed to strike fear into her rival, she flexed her arms to
show off her powerful bicep muscles and her thick bushes of dark armpit
hair. All the time she stared openly at Aimee's naked body as if trying
to assess it for flaws. Aimee looked at Anna's body and her spirits sagged further. Her body was sleek and well muscled without an inch of superfluous flesh. Her forearms and thighs were covered in a fine dusting of dark hair that caught the light of the arc lamps, and gave a extra sheen to her brown skin. But mostly Aimee noticed her pubic hair that started at her belly button and ran as a river down her lower abdomen to a thick bush between her legs extending down to the inside of her thighs. |
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