My name is Betty. I am an athlete who loves to wrestle and I take it very seriously. My primary weapon is my shapely and powerful thighs. My opponent is a guy that is fighting for his pride. For a few minutes we seemed to be evenly matched. But as our struggle wore on, my superior strength and stamina began to tell. "What's the matter honey?" I teased when I felt his grip begin to weaken," is a girl too strong for you?" He redoubled his efforts but - poor baby - fell short of the mark. I was simply too strong for him; and the harder I squeezed, the weaker he became. Lots of head & body scissor... Show more