Girls "Foreplay & Cuntbust" Wrestling

Description: Ahhh, another trip back to the days when we first started groping our wangers to Bettie Page Pin-ups (got her coming up too), Lana Turner and her nose art, and those tacky little pamphlets stuck in the bottom drawers. Vintage lady wrestling just had the right schtick. What got the tent growing in the briefies, was the pre-match "rituals." Girls entering the ring with long robes or short jackets, hiding the fabulous, bare thighs and skin tight swimsuits. The refs went over to each one, they opened their coats and he frisked them down, insuring they were not hiding any pencils, popsicle sticks, or fountain pens in their tights. But even the ref was a pervert. Remember how he used to grope and cop feels by rimming his paws around her waist, bottom, inner thighs and hips? Checking that peroxide, spray-can hairdo, for lice and other small critters. Then, the covering comes off, hand goes into the pants and the match begins. We got all that for you right here. Nothing but wrestling foreplay. Nothing but hot girls, getting felt up, inside and outside their one piece suits. BUT ALL DONE BY FEMALE REFEREES. Kinda like getting stripped searched by the matron prison bitch in the holding cells. So, as a tasty intro to the next surprise, work the pole up into a lather with this classic entre. Belltime---now the hottie tarts really get into their characters and roles. Screaming, hairpulling, stomping, holds and counters, open legs and thighs, but here is the real treat. They dig their claws and hands deep into the crotch and boobs. Mostly into that throbbing cleft. And they do it with conviction and zeal. And the yelping, screaming and howling these lassies give up. You swear they are really torturing those tender, tight beef curtains.....and they are. Very nice tenders and swollen camel toe extensions. A rare find indeed.