Sandra still's tricky

Sandra dug her knee into the back of Ilsa’s leg, twisting it backward and making the muscle warrior cry out in pain as she was still clearing out her eyes.
“Come on, you 200 pound pig, scream! Let your tears and pussy flow!” the teacher taunted her. Ilsa threw a kick that connected with Sandra’s thigh, rattling her off as she stood back up. “You’re dead,” Ilsa growled, getting unsteadily to her feet.
“I’d like to see you follow through with that when you’re leg’s nearly broken,” Miss H smirked

Ilsa favored her other leg for a fast charge, grabbing Sandra by the throat and heaving her into the ropes. Miss H grabbed them to steady herself and shot a knee up into her pussy, making her grunt loudly as she halted her ****. “All the muscles in the world don’t make a strong cunny, deary,” she hissed, grabbing behind her and getting her ruler. She bashed Ilsa over the head, the fact that it didn’t break despite Ilsa reeling in pain showing it was more than just wood.