Some pegging!

Isabella jumps off and does a frog splash on top of Señor Brujo, knocking him down. She then rips off his pants and boxers off and turn him around on all fours.

She then spread his ass cheeks before sliding her cock into him.

"Ahh!" Señor Brujo cries as Isabella slams her cock into his asshole nice and deep, keeping up a strong and fast rhythm while she **** his asshole. She even took off her bra that still hanged around her waist and puts it in Señor Brujo's mouth and held it there like one does with a horse and bite with Señor Brujo crying in pain.

"It looks like Isabella has in this the bag!" Scot observes.

"And a lot more than that... look!" Todd cries as Isabella grabs Señor Brujo's mask.

"It looks like she ready to pull it off. Maybe she can finally show the world if her theory is correct or not that Señor Brujo is a white man!" Scot cries.

Isabella then stops and shakes her head with a smile.

"No, course not. It would be a great dishonor if she did that if it wasn't a official match sanction. Isabella is a true luchadora." Scot adds.

"What a jib!" Amelia snarls.

Señor Brujo then elbows Isabella in the gut and both wrestlers get up . Señor Brujo throws a punch but Isabella gets out of the way and behind Señor Brujo where she holds his arms up over his head and slams the cock back into his ass before she does a bridged northern light suplex.

"Ahh!" Señor Brujo cries as Isabella pin him to the mat, still fucking him as she squeeze his bruised cock to make him scream louder.

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