36DD Tanya Danielle's Fantasies

POV Cumshot Reward

Mayor Tanya Hamilton has better things to do than play secretary for her daughter. "Alice, I am certain that your boyfriend can find a way to occupy himself for 15 minutes while he waits for you." she says in an exasperated tone of voice. Alice continues to plead with her mother over the phone. With a sigh of resignation Mrs. Hamilton finally agrees to set her work aside and greet Justin when he arrives. As she disconnects the line she looks out the window and sees him approaching the front door. "Hello, Justin." Mrs. Hamilton says warmly as she ushers him into the foyer a few moments later. "I'm sure you already know that Alice is running a bit late." Know about it? Justin orchestrated the whole situation by stealing his girlfriend's bus pass so she would have to search for a different way to get home. For years town gossips have claimed that Mayor Hamilton harbors a penchant for young studs and Justin wants to either prove or debunk these persistent rumors. Now, at long last, he finds himself all alone with the infamous politician herself. How exactly should he handle this delicate situation? The resourceful 18-year-old opts for the obvious. He whips out his hard cock and waves it in front of her eyeballs. It works like a charm. Within seconds the horny mayor has engulfed half of his dick inside of her mouth. Justin revels in the pleasure and soon rewards her efforts by spraying a copious cumshot all over her smiling face.. (Watch POV Cumshot Reward at our Clips store now!)

Ghostriders - Part 5

A woman sits alone in one of the red, vinyl booths which line the walls of a nearly empty San Pedro restaurant. The only other patron sleeps at a table by the entrance. Periodically a jukebox whirs to life and plays a single selection of incongruously festive mariachi music. The first few times it happens the woman glances up to see who has activated the machine, but discovers that nobody has. For the next hour her attention remains focused on a pad of paper which lies on the table in front of her. She loses all awareness of her surroundings. The old, cracked ballpoint pen in her hand records lengthy paragraphs of memories which, more than anything, she desires to relinquish to somebody else. The tension in her body lessens as she continues to expunge the haunting events from her soul. She seems to be drifting through various time zones inside of her head, each of them evaporating as the words spill out onto the pages. Finally, in an effort to return her mind to the present, she looks out the window at the barren stretch of Pacific Avenue which fronts the restaurant. Three distinctive motorcycles are pulling up to the curb although, oddly, she cannot hear their engines. Is she hallucinating? The woman resumes her writing, suffused with a strong desire to finish the task that she has begun.Ten years of nearly nonstop travel to unfamiliar locales has inured her to the magnetic pull of other people's eyeballs. She feels them but ignores their pleas for attention. On this occasion, about 15 minutes after noticing the motorcycles, something impels her to lift her head again. A trio of bikers are now occupying a booth by the jukebox. One of the men is staring directly at her. She immediately recognizes him even though he has aged much faster than she would have expected.On April 22 she had arrived here in San Pedro, a rough California city populated mostly by dockworkers and fishermen, with little intention of remaining in the vicinity for any length of time. In the wee hours of that hazy morning she had stood at the edge of the town and surveyed the working harbor and the rocky beach which comprise its coastline. A sense of inertia had overcome her as she watched the sun rise in the sky and listened to the hypnotic sound of the ocean waves rolling in and out. Since then she had grown slack in her efforts to conceal both her identity and her whereabouts. Now she will pay for her carelessness. She and her adversary appraise each other from across the room. An expression of triumph spreads across his heavily whiskered face. He will torture her. She knows this but no longer cares. When she bolts from the restaurant he and his companions will pursue and then catch her, never realizing that the information they seek is contained in the pale yellow legal pad that she has left behind..

Ghostriders - Part 4

A woman sits alone in one of the red, vinyl booths which line the walls of a nearly empty San Pedro restaurant. The only other patron sleeps at a table by the entrance. Periodically a jukebox whirs to life and plays a single selection of incongruously festive mariachi music. The first few times it happens the woman glances up to see who has activated the machine, but discovers that nobody has. For the next hour her attention remains focused on a pad of paper which lies on the table in front of her. She loses all awareness of her surroundings. The old, cracked ballpoint pen in her hand records lengthy paragraphs of memories which, more than anything, she desires to relinquish to somebody else. The tension in her body lessens as she continues to expunge the haunting events from her soul. She seems to be drifting through various time zones inside of her head, each of them evaporating as the words spill out onto the pages. Finally, in an effort to return her mind to the present, she looks out the window at the barren stretch of Pacific Avenue which fronts the restaurant. Three distinctive motorcycles are pulling up to the curb although, oddly, she cannot hear their engines. Is she hallucinating? The woman resumes her writing, suffused with a strong desire to finish the task that she has begun.Ten years of nearly nonstop travel to unfamiliar locales has inured her to the magnetic pull of other people's eyeballs. She feels them but ignores their pleas for attention. On this occasion, about 15 minutes after noticing the motorcycles, something impels her to lift her head again. A trio of bikers are now occupying a booth by the jukebox. One of the men is staring directly at her. She immediately recognizes him even though he has aged much faster than she would have expected.On April 22 she had arrived here in San Pedro, a rough California city populated mostly by dockworkers and fishermen, with little intention of remaining in the vicinity for any length of time. In the wee hours of that hazy morning she had stood at the edge of the town and surveyed the working harbor and the rocky beach which comprise its coastline. A sense of inertia had overcome her as she watched the sun rise in the sky and listened to the hypnotic sound of the ocean waves rolling in and out. Since then she had grown slack in her efforts to conceal both her identity and her whereabouts. Now she will pay for her carelessness. She and her adversary appraise each other from across the room. An expression of triumph spreads across his heavily whiskered face. He will torture her. She knows this but no longer cares. When she bolts from the restaurant he and his companions will pursue and then catch her, never realizing that the information they seek is contained in the pale yellow legal pad that she has left behind..

Ghostriders - Part 3

A woman sits alone in one of the red, vinyl booths which line the walls of a nearly empty San Pedro restaurant. The only other patron sleeps at a table by the entrance. Periodically a jukebox whirs to life and plays a single selection of incongruously festive mariachi music. The first few times it happens the woman glances up to see who has activated the machine, but discovers that nobody has. For the next hour her attention remains focused on a pad of paper which lies on the table in front of her. She loses all awareness of her surroundings. The old, cracked ballpoint pen in her hand records lengthy paragraphs of memories which, more than anything, she desires to relinquish to somebody else. The tension in her body lessens as she continues to expunge the haunting events from her soul. She seems to be drifting through various time zones inside of her head, each of them evaporating as the words spill out onto the pages. Finally, in an effort to return her mind to the present, she looks out the window at the barren stretch of Pacific Avenue which fronts the restaurant. Three distinctive motorcycles are pulling up to the curb although, oddly, she cannot hear their engines. Is she hallucinating? The woman resumes her writing, suffused with a strong desire to finish the task that she has begun.Ten years of nearly nonstop travel to unfamiliar locales has inured her to the magnetic pull of other people's eyeballs. She feels them but ignores their pleas for attention. On this occasion, about 15 minutes after noticing the motorcycles, something impels her to lift her head again. A trio of bikers are now occupying a booth by the jukebox. One of the men is staring directly at her. She immediately recognizes him even though he has aged much faster than she would have expected.On April 22 she had arrived here in San Pedro, a rough California city populated mostly by dockworkers and fishermen, with little intention of remaining in the vicinity for any length of time. In the wee hours of that hazy morning she had stood at the edge of the town and surveyed the working harbor and the rocky beach which comprise its coastline. A sense of inertia had overcome her as she watched the sun rise in the sky and listened to the hypnotic sound of the ocean waves rolling in and out. Since then she had grown slack in her efforts to conceal both her identity and her whereabouts. Now she will pay for her carelessness. She and her adversary appraise each other from across the room. An expression of triumph spreads across his heavily whiskered face. He will torture her. She knows this but no longer cares. When she bolts from the restaurant he and his companions will pursue and then catch her, never realizing that the information they seek is contained in the pale yellow legal pad that she has left behind..

Ghostriders - Part 2

A woman sits alone in one of the red, vinyl booths which line the walls of a nearly empty San Pedro restaurant. The only other patron sleeps at a table by the entrance. Periodically a jukebox whirs to life and plays a single selection of incongruously festive mariachi music. The first few times it happens the woman glances up to see who has activated the machine, but discovers that nobody has. For the next hour her attention remains focused on a pad of paper which lies on the table in front of her. She loses all awareness of her surroundings. The old, cracked ballpoint pen in her hand records lengthy paragraphs of memories which, more than anything, she desires to relinquish to somebody else. The tension in her body lessens as she continues to expunge the haunting events from her soul. She seems to be drifting through various time zones inside of her head, each of them evaporating as the words spill out onto the pages. Finally, in an effort to return her mind to the present, she looks out the window at the barren stretch of Pacific Avenue which fronts the restaurant. Three distinctive motorcycles are pulling up to the curb although, oddly, she cannot hear their engines. Is she hallucinating? The woman resumes her writing, suffused with a strong desire to finish the task that she has begun.Ten years of nearly nonstop travel to unfamiliar locales has inured her to the magnetic pull of other people's eyeballs. She feels them but ignores their pleas for attention. On this occasion, about 15 minutes after noticing the motorcycles, something impels her to lift her head again. A trio of bikers are now occupying a booth by the jukebox. One of the men is staring directly at her. She immediately recognizes him even though he has aged much faster than she would have expected.On April 22 she had arrived here in San Pedro, a rough California city populated mostly by dockworkers and fishermen, with little intention of remaining in the vicinity for any length of time. In the wee hours of that hazy morning she had stood at the edge of the town and surveyed the working harbor and the rocky beach which comprise its coastline. A sense of inertia had overcome her as she watched the sun rise in the sky and listened to the hypnotic sound of the ocean waves rolling in and out. Since then she had grown slack in her efforts to conceal both her identity and her whereabouts. Now she will pay for her carelessness. She and her adversary appraise each other from across the room. An expression of triumph spreads across his heavily whiskered face. He will torture her. She knows this but no longer cares. When she bolts from the restaurant he and his companions will pursue and then catch her, never realizing that the information they seek is contained in the pale yellow legal pad that she has left behind..

Ghostriders - Part 1

A woman sits alone in one of the red, vinyl booths which line the walls of a nearly empty San Pedro restaurant. The only other patron sleeps at a table by the entrance. Periodically a jukebox whirs to life and plays a single selection of incongruously festive mariachi music. The first few times it happens the woman glances up to see who has activated the machine, but discovers that nobody has. For the next hour her attention remains focused on a pad of paper which lies on the table in front of her. She loses all awareness of her surroundings. The old, cracked ballpoint pen in her hand records lengthy paragraphs of memories which, more than anything, she desires to relinquish to somebody else. The tension in her body lessens as she continues to expunge the haunting events from her soul. She seems to be drifting through various time zones inside of her head, each of them evaporating as the words spill out onto the pages. Finally, in an effort to return her mind to the present, she looks out the window at the barren stretch of Pacific Avenue which fronts the restaurant. Three distinctive motorcycles are pulling up to the curb although, oddly, she cannot hear their engines. Is she hallucinating? The woman resumes her writing, suffused with a strong desire to finish the task that she has begun.Ten years of nearly nonstop travel to unfamiliar locales has inured her to the magnetic pull of other people's eyeballs. She feels them but ignores their pleas for attention. On this occasion, about 15 minutes after noticing the motorcycles, something impels her to lift her head again. A trio of bikers are now occupying a booth by the jukebox. One of the men is staring directly at her. She immediately recognizes him even though he has aged much faster than she would have expected.On April 22 she had arrived here in San Pedro, a rough California city populated mostly by dockworkers and fishermen, with little intention of remaining in the vicinity for any length of time. In the wee hours of that hazy morning she had stood at the edge of the town and surveyed the working harbor and the rocky beach which comprise its coastline. A sense of inertia had overcome her as she watched the sun rise in the sky and listened to the hypnotic sound of the ocean waves rolling in and out. Since then she had grown slack in her efforts to conceal both her identity and her whereabouts. Now she will pay for her carelessness. She and her adversary appraise each other from across the room. An expression of triumph spreads across his heavily whiskered face. He will torture her. She knows this but no longer cares. When she bolts from the restaurant he and his companions will pursue and then catch her, never realizing that the information they seek is contained in the pale yellow legal pad that she has left behind..

Dildo Massacre

Disenchantment has lead to gluttonous excess. Frustrated over her stalled career catfighter Tanya Danielle has begun to indulge in everything she once regarded as taboo. She quickly immerses herself in a new daily routine: eating pizza in bed, swilling beer, and pleasuring herself with a huge dildo as she watches endless reels of hardcore pornography. A noisy 1970s-era movie projector casts the flickering images against her bedroomwall. Heavily mustached men make enthusiastic love to women with soft bodies and hard faces. One day Tanya's telephone rings amidst the debauchery. At that moment detective Johnny Wadd is traipsing into the hideout of some master criminals as Tanya watches with rapt fascination. The phone keeps ringing. Johnny senses danger and grabs his weapon. Tanya grasps her plastic phallus just a bit more firmly. Her phone will not stop ringing. Finally Tanya answers it with extreme irritation. "Where have you been?" Francesca Le demands from the other end of the line. "Meet me at the ring tomorrow. Get there at 10am." Before Tanya can respond Francesca hangs up. Somehow the wasted blonde impels herself to drive to the gym the following morning. She plans to tell Francesca that she has retired from catfighting altogether. When Francesca arrives Tanya is reclining naked against one of the turnbuckles in the ring and stimulating herself with a dildo. Francesca immediately snatches the crude object out of Tanya's hand and begins beating her about the head and breasts with it. Sadly, Tanya - a former world champion - offers very little resistance, merely whimpering in pain and begging Francesca to relinquish the dildo. Her sleek, tanned, toned tormentor has no such intention. "Evidently you've given up on yourself." Francesca snarls. "All you can think about is cheap thrills and sexual pleasure. You want this dildo so badly? Well, I am going to give it to you like you've never had it before!!" (The video of "Dildo Massacre" will be coming soon to our Clips store.)

Unholy Sacrament

A mysterious, resourceful woman known as Sister Tanya obtained her teaching position at the Catholic Academy by assuming the identity of a Delaware-based nun with a stellar reputation. Sister Tanya's superiors at the school never bothered to verify her resume. Delighted with the ease of the deception the fake nun has begun exhibiting some reckless behavior. On an overcast Sunday afternoon we find her inside of the student dormitory. She is expertly manipulating the hard cock of an 18-year-old senior named Jamal. He rewards her by spraying a huge load of cum all over her chest and eager face. Amazingly, Sister Tanya does not bother to clean herself up before heading back to the chapel. "If anyone asks I will just say that I spilled some cream while drinking my morning coffee.." she thinks to herself..

Buxom Maids in Bondage

George, the owner of a Chicago-based chain of dry cleaners, is feeling the effects of the economic downturn. He fires all the members of his full-time household staff and hires a pair of maids from a local service. Goldie Blair and Tanya Danielle will begin cleaning his high-rise condominium inside the Helmsley Arms on a weekly basis. George requests that they wear traditional black-and-white, ruffled maid uniforms. The ladies need the work and do not object. A variety of mishaps occur during their first day on the job. George rants endlessly about how much he laments the loss of his former housekeeper, Florence. Goldie and Tanya suspect that Florence - wherever she is - probably does not miss George at all. His autocratic personality and fiery temper make it hard to believe that anyone could tolerate him for long. Around noon George tells them to take a break. Tanya and Goldie gladly retire to an unoccupied sitting area within the Helmsley Arms. They rest on a divan and quietly discuss the events of the morning. All of a sudden a masked man storms into the room. Despite his diminutive stature the intruder quickly subdues the women and binds them tightly with white rope. After leaving the outraged beauties to struggle for an extended period of time the man returns. His captives can hear him snickering underneath his black hood. He strips each of them naked with the aid of a sharp implement and then dumps their writhing bodies into a laundry cart. Still bound and gagged Goldie and Tanya can do nothing but go along for the ride. Their journey culminates in one of the spare bedrooms inside George's condo. Soon their mirthful captor has gagged them with red ballgags and placed them both in painful hogties. He whistles a tune as he spanks their firm asses and exits the room, making sure to close and secure the door behind him. The women struggle furiously. An hour later they strain to listen as George's voice rings out in the living room. "Weezie, you're home!" he says ebulliently. "Let me fix you a drink." A woman, presumable George's wife, responds by inquiring about his day and then commenting on the tidiness of the surroundings. "The new maids do very thorough work." she observes. Amidst the tinkling of ice cubes and the sound of retreating footsteps Goldie and Tanya hear George emit a short bark of laughter and declare: "The new maids only lasted half the day. I don't think we will be seeing them ever again.." (Watch Buxom Maids in Bondage at our Clips store now!)

Kick Match/Real Wrestling (unedited)

Another huge, unedited, never-been-released collection of photos from Kick Match and Real Wrestling. All photos feature catfighters Liz Lightspeed and Tanya Danielle.

"It's Just Audio"

Aspiring thespian Tanya Danielle answers an ad on CraigsList.org. A local photographer, Mikey Zoogster, wants to exchange his services with a model or actress who needs some new promotional pictures. "I'm trying to build up my portfolio." he tells her on the phone. They agree to meet at his Hollywood apartment the following afternoon. "Let's use the patio next to the kitchen." Mikey suggests when she arrives. "We'll get some great shots out there." Tanya glances toward the patio and feels a bit dismayed to see a closet-size area flanked by power poles and carpeted with green astroturf. A second disappointment soon follows when she discovers that the dry cleaners have mangled the pretty purple dress that she had been intending to wear for the shoot. With resignation she slips on a different garment and heads outside to join Mikey. A couple of cats are now basking in the sunlight atop the all-weather furniture. Mikey seems unconcerned. All of a sudden the situation strikes Tanya as funny. What exactly had she been expecting from a free shoot? Had she really thought that Mikey would be living amidst designer splendor? She smiles broadly and positions herself between the cats on a wooden lounge chair. Mikey begins snapping away. In between poses they chat about the state of the industry. Not much production has been occurring in the city of Los Angeles recently and they both can use some extra money. In a casual tone of voice Mikey asks if Tanya has ever considered shooting any adult material. "Oh, I would never do anything like that!"she exclaims. The conversation goes on and Mikey reveals that he sometimes records erotic stories for phone sex lines. "I can pay you $500 if you are willing to read one into a microphone for me." he offers. Tanya considers this. Mikey senses her inner conflict. "It's just audio." he promises. "No one will ever know that you did it." After a little more encouragement Tanya hesitantly agrees to his proposition. Much to her surprise she finds that she really enjoys playing the role of an unrepentant sex degenerate. The dirty words roll so easily off her tongue that she tosses aside the script and begins improvising her own material. Within minutes the once-reluctant blonde is grabbing her bodacious breasts and rubbing her pussy with lustful abandon as she describes the sex acts that she wants to perform on a stranger whom she is envisioning in her mind. Unbeknownst to her a hidden video camera is capturing all of her raunchy antics and every centimeter of her exposed flesh. Mikey gives her a big thumbs up. Tanya winks back at him and progresses enthusiastically with her reading..

Kick Match 2 (Unedited)

Lithe, sexy Liz Lightspeed has spent years honing both her powers of self-discipline and her athletic skills. Many women in the catfight industry envy her rare combination of agility and grace. At times Liz makes her longtime pal Tanya Danielle feel short and stocky by comparison, kind of like one of the Flintstones. "Maybe you should exercise more often." Liz tells Tanya helpfully when the two women are chatting on the phone. Tanya feels a bit resentful that her friend is offering such patronizing advice and falls silent until Liz says: "Let's meet at the ring tomorrow and I will put you through a workout." A rare bolt of adrenaline shoots through Tanya's body and she quickly agrees to Liz's suggestion. At noon the next day both wrestlers are climbing into the ring when Liz asks if Tanya has done any muay thai training to improve her kicks. The shorter blonde sorta nods noncommitally. In reality, she has never even pondered kicking someone, let alone tried it. Time-honored tactics like eye gouging, hair pulling, and head butting work much better for her because they require no technique at all. "You know what, Liz.. " she says after thinking for a few moments. "I don't need any training. I don't need any technique. I just want to kick your ass so I can wipe that omnipresent expression of smugness off your face." Self-contained as always, Liz blinks away her surprise at Tanya's outburst and gives her a long, evaluating look. "Are you game for a kick fight?" she says finally. "Or maybe I should ask if you even have the game for a kick fight. Either way, I have some new moves that I have been wanting to try out on the next willing victim.. " (Watch Kick Match at our Clips store now.)

Kick Match (Unedited)

Lithe, sexy Liz Lightspeed has spent years honing both her powers of self-discipline and her athletic skills. Many women in the catfight industry envy her rare combination of agility and grace. At times Liz makes her longtime pal Tanya Danielle feel short and stocky by comparison, kind of like one of the Flintstones. "Maybe you should exercise more often." Liz tells Tanya helpfully when the two women are chatting on the phone. Tanya feels a bit resentful that her friend is offering such patronizing advice and falls silent until Liz says: "Let's meet at the ring tomorrow and I will put you through a workout." A rare bolt of adrenaline shoots through Tanya's body and she quickly agrees to Liz's suggestion. At noon the next day both wrestlers are climbing into the ring when Liz asks if Tanya has done any muay thai training to improve her kicks. The shorter blonde sorta nods noncommitally. In reality, she has never even pondered kicking someone, let alone tried it. Time-honored tactics like eye gouging, hair pulling, and head butting work much better for her because they require no technique at all. "You know what, Liz.. " she says after thinking for a few moments. "I don't need any training. I don't need any technique. I just want to kick your ass so I can wipe that omnipresent expression of smugness off your face." Self-contained as always, Liz blinks away her surprise at Tanya's outburst and gives her a long, evaluating look. "Are you game for a kick fight?" she says finally. "Or maybe I should ask if you even have the game for a kick fight. Either way, I have some new moves that I have been wanting to try out on the next willing victim.. " (Watch Kick Match at our Clips store now.)

Tickle Match/Real Wrestling/Kick Match (Unedited)

Huge, unedited, never-been-released collection of photos from Kick Match, Tickle Match, and Real Wrestling. All photos feature catfighters Liz Lightspeed and Tanya Danielle.

Tickle Match (Unedited)

Huge collection of unedited, never-been-released photos from Tickle Match: "Fresh off the heels of a grueling submission wrestling match Liz Lightspeed and Tanya Danielle decide to test their skills against one another yet again. This time the rules are different: tickling is allowed. For years both wrestlers have sought to conceal the fact that each of them is extremely ticklish. They have relied on their athltic prowess to both intimidate and overpower their opponents and no one has ever guessed at their respective weaknesses. Tanya loses all control when someone tickles her underneath her arms and Liz has the most sensitive feet imaginable. Only one athlete will prevail in this decidedly unconventional match. Which of them will ultimately succeed in exploiting the vulnerabilities of the other??"

Buxom Showgirls in Bondage

Professional dancers Ariella Ferrera and Tanya Danielle are participating in a limited run engagement at the Academy Theatre. The director encourages his troupe to pour their hearts into each performance. They do so with zeal because the entire cast is hoping to add more showtimes to their weekly Sunday matinee appearance. One day after a particularly punishing rehearsal Ariella and Tanya retire to a lounge area within the Academy Building to rest their legs. They discuss an exciting rumor that a well-known producer wants to bring their show to Broadway. In the midst of the conversation a nearby door bangs open and shut. The women wait expectantly to see who will enter the room. Nobody does. "Who could that have been?" Tanya wonders aloud. "Probably just the wind." Ariella responds. They continue chatting until suddenly a shadow falls across their curvaceous forms. Before either woman has a chance to react a masked intruder ensures their silence by levelling a gleaming firearm at their heads. Another man materializes behind him and proceeds to bind the lithe, toned dancers with tight, white rope. When Ariella voices her indignation the assailant quickly gags both hostages with strips of white cloth. The men then depart from view. Tanya and Ariella immediately exchange defiant glances and begin struggling wildly against their restraints. Several times over the next two hours their captors return to gloat over the ladies' helpless predicament, rip off pieces of their clothing, and replace their old gags with new ones. Eventually daytime turns to night and the desperate, naked women begin to wonder whether anyone has even noticed their absence.. (Visit our Clips store to watch Buxom Showgirls in Bondage.)

Mother/Daughter Porn Lust

Suburban housewife a Tanya Hamilton spends the day at the mall with her daughter Alice. When they return home Alice accepts an invitation to go swimming in her friend's pool. Glad for some time to herself Tanya lies down for a nap. She tosses and turns restlessly for several minutes before deciding to read a book. To her chagrin she cannot find the latest Sue Grafton novel anyplace. Presuming that Alice must have taken it Tanya climbs out of bed and heads into her daughter's room. A surprising collection of old rock albums catches her attention and she squats down to examine them. "Alice listens to Foghat?" Tanya exclaims aloud. This proves to be only the first of several revelations that the staid Mrs. Hamilton will have about her daughter on this quiet afternoon. Mere moments later Tanya stumbles across Alice's cache of hardcore lesbian pornography. Her singed eyeballs spin inside of her head but the shocked mother can't seem to put down the offending material. Soon, with few qualms about the appropriateness of her actions, Tanya is feverishly masturbating herself to orgasm as she stares with burning intensity at four voluptuous women engaged in a no-holes-barred, Sapphic orgy. She cries out in ecstasy, not caring if the neighbors can hear her. When the waves of her first climax eventually subside Tanya gets her bearings. She remids herself to slow down and take it easy. The melody of a dimly remembered tune begins playing in her head as she contemplates her next move. It takes her just a few minutes to gather up a sizable chunk of her daughter's porn collection. She smiles at the women on the covers of the magazines as she returns to the master bedroom. "I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right.. " she sings in a voice full of joyful anticipation. "Let's move to the music, we can roll all night.. "

Real Wrestling/Tickle Match (unedited)

Enjoy this huge collection of unedited photos from Real Wrestling - Tanya vs. Liz: "Liz Lightspeed and Tanya Danielle first matched skills at the 2001 Female Fighting Expo in Pasadena, California. Liz embodied the modern ideal of a lithe, trained fighter whose beauty provided a pleasant counterpoint to her fierce athleticism. Tanya looked like a stripper who had taken a wrong turn and ended up in a wrestling ring. Sometimes, however, appearances can be deceiving. In front of a roaring crowd - and amidst a great deal of confusion about the actual rules of the match - Liz and Tanya wrestled for supremacy. For months afterward each woman listened to a great deal of commentary from people who had either witnessed the event or simply just heard about it. Many of these individuals suggested a rematch. Both Tanya and Liz expressed willingness but the opportunity never arose. Ten years passed. Liz continued to hone her skills and perfect her chiseled physique. Tanya did sporadic workouts and drank herself into oblivion. She remained at this low ebb for a number of years until finally, in mid-2010, she decided to stop being a blackout, falling-down druunk. By late 2010 she had reclaimed her self-respect. Then serendipity struck. In March 2010 Tanya received a mass e-mail from Liz who was seeking other wrestlers with whom she could shoot website content. Tanya asked her if she would like to finally film the long-awaited rematch that so many fans had requested. Liz readily agreed. On May 24, 2011 the two women met at the Los Angeles-area ring of STJ Productions. They decided that the grappler who achieved the most submissions in a 15-minute time span would claim a richly deserved victory.. " ---- AND ---- Tickle Match: "Fresh off the heels of a grueling submission wrestling match Liz Lightspeed and Tanya Danielle decide to test their skills against one another yet again. This time the rules are different: tickling is allowed. For years both wrestlers have sought to conceal the fact that each of them is extremely ticklish. They have relied on their athltic prowess to both intimidate and overpower their opponents and no one has ever guessed at their respective weaknesses. Tanya loses all control when someone tickles her underneath her arms and Liz has the most sensitive feet imaginable. Only one athlete will prevail in this decidedly unconventional match. Which of them will ultimately succeed in exploiting the vulnerabilities of the other??"

Allegations of a Nun

Sister Tanya contemplates the 12-story drop from the open window. She knows that she will likely not survive an attempted jump. With mounting fear and frustration she lets go of the curtains and turns to survey the interior of the room which contains her. For the first time she notices the blinking red light of a video camera placed discreetly in the rafters. She immediately realizes that this electronic eye may provide her with her only opportunity to summon help. She waves her arms at the camera, as if she is trying to catch the attention of a person. "Hello.. hello.. " she says in an urgent tone of voice, being careful to keep her voice low. "Can anyone hear this?? My name is Sister Tanya and I have been taken hostage by one of my former students! He may return at any moment and.. " As if on cue the door to the room opens and Jamal Jackson confronts the distraught nun from out of camera range. By the intensity of Sister Tanya's reaction we see that Jamal is attempting to verbally coerce her into doing something extremely offensive to her sensibilities. Soon she is hiking up her robe and furiously finger-fucking herself. After several minutes of forced self-pleasure Sister Tanya begins chastising Jamal for his earlier antics. In excruciating detail she recounts a sequence of events which includes his inducing her to have intercourse with him in every imaginable position, engage in anal sex, copulate him orally, and swallow his cum. Her outrageous allegations seem to increase the fevered pace of her masturbation. As she inevitably explodes into orgasm Sister Tanya pulls her third finger out of her pussy and salutes Jamal with an obscene gesture. "Fuck you, Jamal!" she screams as copious fluids drip from her finger. "Fuck you!!"

Real Wrestling: Tanya vs. Liz (unedited)

Liz Lightspeed and Tanya Danielle first matched skills at the 2001 Female Fighting Expo in Pasadena, California. Liz embodied the modern ideal of a lithe, trained fighter whose beauty provided a pleasant counterpoint to her fierce athleticism. Tanya looked like a stripper who had taken a wrong turn and ended up in a wrestling ring. Sometimes, however, appearances can be deceiving. In front of a roaring crowd - and amidst a great deal of confusion about the actual rules of the match - Liz and Tanya wrestled for supremacy. For months afterward each woman listened to a great deal of commentary from people who had either witnessed the event or simply just heard about it. Many of these individuals suggested a rematch. Both Tanya and Liz expressed willingness but the opportunity never arose. Ten years passed. Liz continued to hone her skills and perfect her chiseled physique. Tanya did sporadic workouts and drank herself into oblivion. She remained at this low ebb for a number of years until finally, in mid-2010, she decided to stop being a blackout, falling-down druunk. By late 2010 she had reclaimed her self-respect. Then serendipity struck. In March 2010 Tanya received a mass e-mail from Liz who was seeking other wrestlers with whom she could shoot website content. Tanya asked her if she would like to finally film the long-awaited rematch that so many fans had requested. Liz readily agreed. On May 24, 2011 the two women met at the Los Angeles-area ring of STJ Productions. They decided that the grappler who achieved the most submissions in a 15-minute time span would claim a richly deserved victory.. (Click here to watch the video.)