Cautious. Attack but don't let your guard down.

Determined on finishing the work you started on her leg, you stalk back towards her albeit at a much slower pace than usual.

Watching her carefully, you study her almost cowering position warily with your eyes mainly focused on her leg.

“And just like a shark, John smells his opportunity and he ain’t letting it slip past him,” the announcer states, as you quickly close the distance between you two.

Walking into grappling range, you start to grab at her hair only for the Cowgirl to suddenly flash you a wryly grin.

Snapping out of her ‘wounded’ state, Dinah suddenly lashes out with a low kick that finds its bullseye right between your legs.

As soon as the top of her foot connects soundly against your groin, your face distorts into a horrified grimace before the rest of your body grows rigid in silent agony.

“Wow! Now, that’s gotta hurt!” the announcer exclaims, voicing your own wordless expression as the numbness growing in your groin inevitably turns to pain.

Crumpling to the floor a second later, you could only clutch weakly at your now aching balls as agonizing waves arc up throughout your body like bolts of electricity.

Feeling dizzy and nauseous at the same time, you finally let out a faint whimper with the searing sensations pounding away at your throbbing cock.

Now towering above your downed form, the Cowgirl pushes off the ropes with her signature confidence restored after her faux distress.

“Betcha didn’t see that coming, huh?” she gloats triumphantly above you, her taunting words not even registering in the whirlwind of pain you’re currently trapped in.

Still clutching at your bruised testicles, you finally start to look up only to have your visual field dominated by the towering Cowgirl.

Playing up to the crowd for a moment, her smug gaze finally lowers down to you.

Rising up to your knees with the pain finally subsides, you start to say something when her lips suddenly curl into a haughty grin.

It's only a second later that you realize that your face is level with her _other _lips.

Gripping the back of your head firmly, she makes a puckering motion with her lips before ruthlessly plunging your face directly into her star-spangled crotch.

Your world quickly becomes warm, womanly and wet as she forcefully grinds her pussy against your face.

Unable to breathe in anything but her arousal, you’re too disoriented from her low blow to even push back against her thick thighs.

Muffled protests are the only thing you could muster out as she continues to gyrate her clothed womanhood against your face, literally rubbing in her victory over you.

Arching her back as she took pleasure from your plight, Dinah gasps out in ecstasy with your face firmly buried between her toned thighs.

**** to inhale her arousal growing with every pelvic thrust against your nose, you almost wish she had simply choked you out instead; it certainly didn’t help feeling the humiliating flashes of cameras capturing every degrading detail of what is happening.

“This isn’t just about payback for the Cowgirl; this is about sending a message. A message that I’m sure John won’t forget anytime soon,” the announcer exclaims, the ‘message’ in question being smeared all over your face.

Sighing contently as she continues grinding her vagina all over your grimacing expression, Dinah seems to be nearing the edge of climax when the point-timer finally, mercifully sounds bringing this humiliating act of sexual degradation to an end.

“The Cowgirl wrangles the point for this one, folks,” the announcer states simply.

Almost pouting now that your time as her human sex toy is over, the Cowgirl reluctantly pushes your face away from her star-spangled crotch.

“Now, we’re even,” she tells you with a smirk, before sauntering back over to her corner with her feminine scent stamped into your facial features.

You’ve lost a point for domination.