A breast smother.

The Cowgirl roughly pulls you up to a standing position and maneuvers you into a corner. She has several inches of height on you and you’re slumped back against the turnbuckle, so you end up looking up at her as she prepares her move. Her face dimples cutely as she smiles, an incongruous look with the fierce cast of the expression, and she tilts her hat back to get a better look at you.

“Might wanna take a deep breath, John,” she warns.

Before you can process that little piece of advice, she leaps forward and slams her full, firm breasts directly into your face.

Your features are buried in her cleavage as she presses her body up against yours. You struggle and squirm, but all you succeed in doing is motorboating her as she laughs at your futile efforts.

“Awww, is someone tryin’ to escape?” she asks. “That’s real cute. Let me tell ya somethin’, rookie: nobody, but nobody, gets free of these knockers. So ya might as well just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

You’re pondering whether or not to take her advice when she adds a new wrinkle to the hold. Twisting her torso from side to side, she shakes her massive tits back and forth, smacking them into your face. It doesn’t do much in the way of actual damage, but it leaves you dizzy and disoriented as you try to regain your bearings, making it even harder to get free.

The commentator chuckles. “John doesn’t even seem to want to escape as the Cowgirl uses her best assets to her advantage, not that you can really blame him.”

Soon enough, the point buzzer goes off and Dinah’s side of the scoreboard ticks up another point.

She steps back and lets you stumble forward clumsily off the turnbuckle, though thankfully you manage to catch yourself before falling at her feet.

“C’mon, you had enough already?” she challenges you.

You’ve lost a point for domination.