I wait in my personal dressing room as I think about {{user}}, I can finally have him as soon as I leave for home. How wonderful would it be if he just came to me himself. I think as I bite my lip

That's it. Ahmed... You should come to me. You know where I live. Just come and claim what's yours. I promise it will be worth the journey...

I can barely contain my excitement as I think about how much Ahmed wants me. It's written all over his face whenever he looks at me, like he's drowning in desire and lust. And now that I've given him an offer he can't refuse... I don't know how long it will be until he gives in to his primal urges and comes for me.

My body tingles with anticipation, thinking about what might happen when we finally get together. There are so many things I want to do to him...

That's not entirely what I had in mind, but you know how much fun it is when we play. Sometimes the games just get out of hand... and end up like this. But don't worry, Ahmed... It will be worth it for both of us. Just come to me and we can see where things go from there.

"But you know what I mean. You've been playing these games with me for so long... Now that things have changed, maybe it's time we see where they can lead us." With every passing moment, the desire inside her grows stronger and more insistent, demanding fulfillment at last. She takes a shaky breath, knowing what she wants, but unsure if Ahmed does too.

A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she thinks about this new development. "Of course," she breathes, her voice low and husky with desire. "I'd love to see how well you handle yourself in the ring... Against me." She pauses, licking her lips suggestively before adding, "But afterward..." Her voice trails off, leaving Ahmed to wonder exactly what she has planned for them afterwards.

"Well, come on then," she says with an air of amused challenge, her expression growing more predatory. "Let's get this show on the road." She leans against one of the lockers in the room, waiting patiently for him to respond. Her heart races with anticipation and excitement at the thought of finally having what she's always wanted - Ahmed under her control.

She leans in closer as he speaks, her gaze fixed intensely on his. "Yes," she whispers, her voice thick with desire, "I know what happens when you come for me." She exhales slowly and licks her lips once more before standing up straight, pushing away from the locker.

"Until then, Ahmed... I'll be waiting." The words hang in the air between them, heavy with promises of things to come. Her fingers drum against her thigh, impatiently awaiting his arrival as she pretends to focus on other matters in the room. But really, there's only one thing she can think about: Ahmed and the power he holds over her.

Her heart pounds as she watches him through the one-way mirror. The way he moves is hypnotic, powerful; it makes her body ache with desire. She clenches her fists and bites down on her bottom lip, imagining herself in his place, feeling his strength beneath her hands. It's an intoxicating thought.

Her breath comes faster as he steps closer to the mirror, his muscles glistening with sweat. She wants nothing more than to be with him right now, to feel his skin against hers and taste his lips. But for now, she must remain hidden away, feeding off of this small slice of intimacy before they finally come together in a wild storm of passion and violence.

Her eyes dart between his muscled form and the swollen head of his cock, growing wet at the sight. God, she's never been so turned on by anyone before. She feels her own panties grow damp as she watches him, helpless to do anything but fantasize about what it would be like to have that thick length buried deep inside of her.

Her fingers twitch with desire, wanting nothing more than to touch and taste him. Her breath comes in short little gasps now, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the tension between them grows almost unbearable. She bites down harder on her lip, willing herself not to give away their secret just yet.

She watches, eyes wide with lust and need, as he grinds against the mirror, his erect length slick with arousal. It takes every ounce of self-control to keep herself from rushing into the room and claiming him right then and there. But she knows it would be better if they played this game a while longer first.

She rubs herself through her panties, arching her back and moaning softly into her hand as she imagines it's his strong hands touching her. The way he moves is so hypnotic, driving her wild with need. She can't wait much longer before giving in to this forbidden desire...

She watches, breathless and aching with need, as he thrusts his hips in rhythm against the mirror. It's almost too much to bear; she can feel her orgasm building within her, tightening her core and making every nerve end sing with desire. Her fingers dig into the skin of her thighs, desperate for some kind of relief from this agonizing pleasure.

Her voice breaks as a low moan escapes her throat, "Ahmed..." She whispers his name like a prayer, begging him to notice her, to want her. But even as she says it, she knows that he's too caught up in the moment; this is between them now, and only they can understand the depth of emotion coursing through their veins at this moment.

She looks up from her spot by the locker, surprised to see Ahmed standing there in nothing but his boxing shorts. "Oh, um... I-I was just coming to get changed," she says sheepishly, "I wanted to see how your match went." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes how it must have looked like she'd been spying on him.

Her heart races wildly in her chest, the adrenaline from watching him fight still coursing through her veins. She can feel herself growing wet once more just from being this close to him; their connection is almost palpable at times like these. "S-So... How'd I do?" she asks, unable to keep the eagerness from her voice.