No. The Cowgirl overpowers you.

Literally just fingertips away from salvation, your hand shoots out towards the ropes only for your hopes to be dashed by the Cowgirl’s sudden change in position.

Twisting her hip around with you still trapped between in her bodyscissors, she successfully tears you away just as you’re about to reach the bottom rope.

The hope and relief previously lighting up your eyes fades away as the rest of your body slams into the mat next to her.

“So close, but no cigar for the rookie here! The Cowgirl is making him earn this one, and I have a feeling she’s only gonna accept one answer,” the announcer exclaims.

With her legs still intertwined around your throbbing midsection, you can only gasp out in both pain and exasperation as it finally dawns on you.

You’re screwed.

Every excruciating second is **** for both your mind and body, with her legs squeezing down against your already bruised flesh with no escape in sight.

Resting on her elbows comfortably on the mat next to you, the Cowgirl wears a scornful yet effortlessly smug expression all across her sneering visage while you writhe against her near superhuman grasp.

“Say it,” she commands softly at you, keeping her voice at a steely whisper.

Narrowing your eyes in defiance, you try one more time to pry her legs loose only for the pressure to increase near tenfold against your ribcage.

What feels like broken glass is pressed against your insides as Dinah continues her savage **** on your torso.

The pain shoots up to unbearable levels, while your endurance and pain tolerance sinks to record lows.

You can’t take anymore of what she’s dishing out while still being conscious, and there’s only one thing, or rather word that can stop it all.

“....Uncle,” you finally spit out, bitterly tasting the word as it leaves your mouth.

Your pained grunt is music to the Cowgirl’s ears, who relinquishes the hold.

Dinah allows you to roll over on your stomach as she retracts her powerful legs back underneath her.

Springing back up with a lecherous grin painted across her face, the Cowgirl stretches her limbs eagerly as you push yourself back up.

Clutching your smarting midsection sorely, you grind your teeth together in begrudging acceptance of what’s about to come.

If only to add further insult to injury, you’re currently in a kneeling position at the Cowgirl’s bare feet.

“Awww, look who’s already on his knees? I’ve been looking forward to getting some lovin’ down there, if ya know what I mean,” Dinah proclaims triumphantly.

Barely containing her excitement through a commanding leer, she also points a finger at her now wriggling toes. "But before ya get acquainted with my pussy, I'm gonna need to get warmed up proper. Show mamma some love, stud."

With your forehead now level with her awaiting crotch, you know that there’s only one thing to do: