My regular boyfriend at the time – yes I had moved on in my self-exploration to the enjoying a boyfriend level, enjoyed drinking and getting his coc... sucked…….and a bit of watching a kinky scene and even filming it for my collection. Let’s just call him E. We had some good fun & mutual adventures. Since E; was a slightly prejudiced old white guy, I enjoyed having him help me prep and get ready to go downstairs to find a potential Black costar. Yes, living in a nasty neighborhood where one gets. I look down into the murky water, wondering where and when he was going to pop up to startle me, when I felt a pair of strong hands at my waist. Fingers tickle my sides and I squirm and squeal, trying to get away from the playful torture. When I finally break loose, he surfaces with a boyish grin. A retaliatory splash has that grin melting into a calculating look that has nervousness and exhilaration tingling through my body. Circling around me, as if herding a hapless prey, Grayson’s eyes. I was like it’s a lottery for me as I love this but many ladies don’t love much pain. So it was finalized that we are going to meet on the coming weekend. She said that she’ll be completely available after 7 on Saturday and after 2 on Sunday. So it was decided that I will reach by 6 on Saturday and will check in in a hotel and she’ll join me there after finishing up her work.So there she was in Jeans T-Shirt in my hotel room. She was looking pretty awesome in that attire as all her assets were. Alexa tried to get out, but she had been locked in with us. The dirty barkeeper watched from the other side of the glass door.“Let me out, you fucker!” the Goddess of the WWE stomped her feet in a tantrum.“So you’re my stalker, eh?” the topless Becky Lynch fumed, her face flushed with anger as well as the top of her breasts.“What? Me? No!” Alexa played dumb, covering her cute, lying little mouth with her hands. “I would never!”“You lying little bitch,” the much taller Irish fighter said,.