She's good, but maybe a little dated

Tanya swiftly moved in on Ilsa, dropkicking her and knocking her into the turnbuckle. The milf kicked her rapidly in the ab-ridden stomach, keeping her cornered. When she was acceptably softened up, she performed a handstand to swing her legs up, wrapping around Ilsa’s neck and swinging her to the ground. She kept her legs in place, **** her with her thick thighs.

Tanya squeezed Ilsa’s head between her thighs. “Giving up already?”
“Nah. Just waiting for you to hand me a target.”

Ilsa revealed a pair of brass knuckles, swinging for Tanya’s crotch. She caught Ilsa’s wrist, though, stopping her and punching her in the face in return. “Had that trick when I was just a pup. Can’t swindle a swin-.”

She stopped as she emitted a soft gagging noise. Ilsa had driven a set of brass knuckles from her other fist into Tanya’s cunt.
“We updated the trick,” she sneered, sliding calmly from the hold.