Hera teases Bustules

Hera and Bustules go after each other and grapple.

"Hmm, you are strong mortal." Hera says as she and Bustles hold onto each other.

"Yeah, well I stretch out."

"I can see that. And you must be impressed with yourself that you are fighting with a goddess."

"Um....the ball is still up in the air for that one."

"I think otherwise." Hera then headbutts Bustules in the face, which hurts more then usual thanks to the wreath Hera wears on her head that has thorns hidden inside.

Bustules falls back, wiping some thistle from her eyes when Hera clothesline her.

Hera then climbs onto the middle rope and frog splash on top of Bustules.

"It looks like Hera got Bustules where she wants her."

Before the ref could count Hera pulls Bustules's head up by the hair to stop the count and slams her head back on the mat after the ref back off.

"No, I'm not done with you yet. And you say that don't see me as a goddess." Hera says as her hand glides down to underneath Bustules's throng and starts to finger her pussy, "But yet your pussy says otherwise."

"Ooh!" Bustules moans as she feels the older woman inside of her. She quickly pushes her off and rolls out under the ropes and stands outside the ring.

"Looks like Mary, I'm sorry....um Hera, as she likes to called now, has Bustules on the rope."

Bustules looks frustrated and confused as Hera stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for her return.