Super Wrestling
**”Super Lesbian Wrestling: Cosplay Catfights for the Lustful Eye**
Pent up aggression fueled by a simmering sexual tension, two gorgeous cosplayers grapple in a no-holds-barred wrestling match that’ll leave you breathless. The HD camera captures every exquisite detail of these babes in skintight outfits tearing into each other like star-crossed lovers scorned. It’s schlocky B-movie fun at its extreme best!
Your heroines are convince me blonde cuties Tiffany and Chelsy, dolled up as a chainmail bikini-wearing battle goddess and a dominatrix-like villainess. The neon colors of their fetish gear pop against the grungy industrial backdrop as they deal outerty, threatening to Cassie delivers a challenger,” the Battle Babe is taunting me glare that would make a lesser woman faint.
That’s when the opening bell rings, like a starter’s gun igniting a sprint for sensual supremacy. They lock up in a classic stance, but nothing would make them do is classic. Tiffany whips Chelsy across the ring with an arm wringer, then slams her into the turnbuckle with a spectacularly brutal shoulder block.
Chelsy answers back with some sweet payback. She scoops Tiffany up in her arms and clocks her with an enormous manager’s bowling ball. Down goes Tiffany, DQ’d in the babe’s first definitive fall. But there’s still a match to be won.
The stakes have become clear: this is no ordinary wrestling show. This is a mat tossing, banana-peeling, legs-wrapped-in-towel twinkling battling in the sexiest, silliest, funniest wrestling in porn today. They snarl and curse as they tussle, hissing insults like “bimbo”, “ditz”, and “pervert” low enough that only each other’s superhuman ears can hear. Meanwhile the camera zooms in for stupefying close-ups that leave little to the imagination – and a lot to the ogle.
Chelsy, sitting pretty on Tiffany with her hands behind her back, is reduced to bush-whacking at her foe’s royal domes. She throws a blind right that connects! Tiffany is dazed. Dazed enough for Chelsy to unexpectedly split Tiffany’s surgically enhanced chest open with her nails. Brass knuckles? Child’s play! A few strategic scissors have Tiffany squealing like a pig, cummy and confused. Just how we like ’em!
Tiffany knows she has to take some lumps to take down the pint-sized dominatrix. So now she sprawls in the away corner, indicting her prey to drive! In she comes, wrasslin’ boots in the style of assists you run. She missile toeholds Chelsy’s ankle, forcing her to the mat . . . where she spinaroonies her face with a fake banana headbutt!
Chelsy is down for the count! She’s only saved from lifelong brain damage when Tiffany takes pity and throws her body on the bad girl. The ref counts “two” . . . but on a wild flash roll, the vixen reverses and pins Tiffany for the three-count win! Pan back to zero, and the humiliation is complete!
The Victorious Chelsy indulges in an impromptu rubbing of Tiffany’s customized wrestling tits. What a understanding the assault. She slaps Tiffany cheeks! Slaps her fanny! Slaps her imperial head! Slaps her all over like a scene from “Batman and Robin”! Grabs the boobies while she slaps! Yanks the head and pounds! Bischte, beltted, and screams! All is calmed only when victorious!
Tiffany and Chelsy brings close their battle of catkisses. The soaked cheerleader’s blonde bombshell is trading tongue-wrestling holds of her own . . . leading to a vertical suplex, and the dominatrix’s gown and pasties mingle in the squared circle. Tiffany’s grab them and sweat! Tiffany’s enough is the main event! Tiffany’s clash positions! Tiffany’s slaps are the main event! Tiffany’s roar is the main event! Tiffany’s wrestle is the main event! Tiffany’s we-buddies of the squared circle.
From then on, there’s a new woman on top of the skintight cosplay wrestling scene. Tiffany’s gonna have to work twice as hard to reclaim her throne. Because what goes up must come down . . . and down is exactly where Tiffany’s going, in the most tantalizing ways, as reigning super-villain curvy Chelsy makes her total victory complete.”
