Tag outs are in order

Mary’s long legs lashed out, tagging Amazon in the stomach. The giantess grunted, releasing her tit **** and Mary landing on her feet. Mary threw a smashing uppercut to Amazon’s pussy, making her scream in pain and fall to her back.

“Let that be a suitable punishment!” she spat as she tagged in Mama Luv. Amazon crawled over to Ilsa, meanwhile, tagging her in.

“No big-titted old broad is gonna make a sucker outta me,” Ilsa grunted, raising her fists in a boxing stance. She took a few strong jabs at Mama, but she dodged them rather skillfully. It was finally a surprising hook that connected with Karen’s jaw, staggering her enough for Ilsa to grab her hair and charge her face-first into the ring.

Mama held the turnbuckle for a moment to regain her wits, but when she tried to rise and swing at Ilsa, her arm jerked to a halt. She was stuck doubled over, looking down to see herself handcuffed to the turnbuckle. She could see Ilsa privately wave a key in her face, then stick it into her cleavage. Ilsa pounded the stuck Mama mercilessly, working her ribs and stomach without pause.