Wild Irish Rose!

“I’m impressed with how the WildGirls are learning from their mistakes and making more tags than they did in their last match.” Debbie replies.

“Sure.” Scot says as Tawnee gets in and punches the raging Stacey in the face, “But was it wise with how weak Tawnee is right now.”

Shannon goes to the ringside and pulls out a strapon, maybe the only thing to stop this raging spit ball.

Tawnee punches Stacey in the face before Stacey punches her harder. Tawnee couldn’t believe the strength this little girl had that she didn’t have before.

“Tawn!” Shannon yells, stroking her dick outside the ring, “Wild Irish Rose!”

Tawnee nods her head and foot jabs Stacey in the stomach before putting her in a head scissor.

“Is this what I think it is?”

Shannon slides under the ropes and grabs Stacey by the legs and slides her cock into her pussy.

“It is! It’s the Wild Irish Rose!”

Stacey screams as Tawnee squeezes her head between her legs, getting a whiff of her pussy that she helped cummed as Shannon thrust hard into Stacey, slapping her ass while her holding her legs till the little girl underneath her came hard. But Shannon didn’t stop there and continue fucking her again, putting her back into it with each thrust, sweat coming down her back till Stacey squirted onto the mat.

Stacey’s body goes limp, and Tawnee nods her head and pedigree’s Stacey.

She turns Stacey around and hooks the leg. Shannon goes over to the fallen Bobby by the turnbuckle and forces him to suck his partner’s juices off.

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