Rear triangle

She sits down next to your head, playing with your hair for a moment then grabbing your limp arms and holding them, and now wrapping her legs around your neck with a rear triangle ****, making you moan in pain. She makes it a it loose so you don't pass out, playing with your food (or trying to make you look good for the crowd a bit) But still, its very embarrassing as the crowd woops and cheers, with the jumbotron camera zooming in on your lower half, then your moaning face, and finally on Cara's absolute unit of an Ass. You start to feel your vision darken, maybe as one last hurrah you can escape. The ropes so close but so far at the same time..