Another kick!

You decide to follow up with a quick snap kick, throwing your boots toward her face when Dakota suddenly throws her arm up and grabs your ankle.

"Gotcha, bitch!" she yells.

"Oh fuck-" is all you can let out before she twists your whole body around, sending you hurtling toward the dirt.

You barely have time to process the throw before Dirty Dakota drops her fat ass onto your stomach with her full weight.

"GUK-"

"HA! You're all mine, now~" she taunts as she wiggles her hips and giggles playfully.

"Nnhh.. no!!" you cry in horror as Dakota leans back on your legs and raises both of her dirty, grimy, sweaty feet above your head.

It's coming back to you know. Exploring the wasteland, you've heard the stories of gladatrices that faced Dakota and managed to kick her face. None lived to tell the tale, and your heart sinks as you realize why. Despite the sadistic grin on her face, there's a murderous rage in her eyes as she stares you down, slowly moving her feet closer to your face as you writhe helplessly, trapped between her thick thighs. She brings them an inch away from your face, and to your horror, you realize they're big enough to cover it completely. The smell is overpowering now, making your eyes water... or are those tears? The image of her sand and dirt covered feet touching your face makes you wanna cry, and the thought of that slimy salty sweat dripping down your throat makes you want to die.

"Any final words, loser?"