Mary plants a big counter attack

Mary moved to the stunned Diabla, grabbing her by the legs and lifting them up to her shoulders. Diabla hung helplessly, the blood rushing to her head as Mary tore open the bottoms of her costume, hungrily starting to eat her out.

This snapped Diabla out of it, the Spanish wrestler moaning out loud at the mature woman’s attention to her genitals. Mary’s tongue rolled over her pussy lips and clit expertly, forcing the groaning luchadora to pull her leg free and slamming her heel into Mary’s face. The nun fell back, Diabla catching herself on her hands and double kicking Mary in both breasts.

Mary held her chest as Diabla ran past her, running skillfully up the ropes and rebounding off the turnbuckle without stopping, landing a spinning kick to the back of Mary’s head before she knew what hit her.

The nun went down clutching her aching skull as Diabla rescaled the ropes, the crowd applauding enthusiastically for their showboating champion. When the crowd was in a frenzy, Diabla jumped and went for another flying kick.

Sister Mary suddenly drew her ruler, holding it upright. She angled it to shoot straight up, deep into Diabla’s wide open pussy as she landed. The impact hardly did anything to Mary, but Diabla could not be said the same of.

El Diabla’s scream was tremendous, her cunt invaded by the intruding device. She rolled onto her side, clutching her pussy in agony and bouncing painfully on the mat. Some of the crowd laughed as she tried to crawl to the ropes, the ruler still protruding from her pussy like a strange wooden tail that stuck out behind her. Sister Mary got up, grabbing the ruler and pulling back. It was wedged so tight that Diabla was dragged back with it.

“Silly girl. You go to those ropes so much, you’d think you learned to fly before you could walk,” Mary giggled.