Continue fingering her.

“That’s it! Keep goin’!” Dinah’s voice almost cracks underneath the wave of pleasure that rushes through her muscular frame with your hand still inside of her.

Smirking confidently at her susceptibility to your stimulation, you intensify your sensual stroking of her damp womanhood at a now fervent pace.

Gasping loudly with her legs starting to buckle, you can tell that it’s almost inevitable that the Cowgirl will surrender to those sexual urges demanding a release from her groin area.

And when she does finally give herself up, you intend to get something out of it.

“Say the word!” you demand, increasing the fingering speed at a rate that almost had her eyes glazed over in pure ecstasy.

No longer the confident, trash-talking country fighter from just minutes before, Dinah Davis has almost completely transformed into a whimpering, almost docile slut that’s a **** to your masterful hand.

Hell yeah.

“Please, keep going! I need…..” Her normal voice now bleeds through the exaggerated accent, with the impending arrival of certain orgasm bringing out the true Dinah Davis.

“You want more, just say the word. Say it!” you growl at her through gritted teeth, keeping her on the edge of exploding in her panties.

“I…I….,” she stammers through quick breaths, her voice shaking with a vulnerability that you could almost taste.

“Yeah?” Leaning in closer, you’re just inches away from her quivering lips.

Then, her eyes open.

“Gotcha,” she suddenly smiles at you, before suddenly plunging her lips directly into your unsuspecting face.

Now, it is your turn to be caught off-guard as she full-on kisses you.

A combination of passion, arousal, and desperation explodes into your mind as she moans pleasurably into your mouth, with your hand still inside of her.

Frozen in your own aroused state, you can only stand still helplessly as she grinds her bodily arousal all over you.

“Tempting as it may be, I wouldn’t exactly trust those lips if I was in John’s shoes,” the announcer exclaims, but you couldn’t be any more obvious in your current state of mind.

And as the kiss deepens, Dinah finally opens her eyes in a moment of clarity with you still caught in her intoxicating liplock.

With you now on the ropes, the Cowgirl smiles evilly against your mouth before whispering, “Giddyup.”

Jumping up in the air, her lithe legs suddenly wrap around your waist.

Feeling her meaty thighs touch your kidneys finally snaps you out of it, but by then it’s too late.

The feeling of slight arousal has completely destroyed your focus, with your knees now buckling underneath her entire body weight.

With a sudden cry, you fall forwards to the mat with her still wrapped around you.

Collapsing with your head brushing up against her cleavage, you finally come back to your senses only for her legs to snap shut around her midsection.

“Ugh!” Her powerful thighs compress against your torso, locking you in a bodyscissors with seemingly no escape.

Grunting heavily with her crossed ankles now digging into your lower back, you raise your fist to hit her but another sudden squeeze from the Cowgirl nearly has you wheezing for air.

With her legs constricting heavily against your insides, your mind alternates between cursing yourself for playing right into her trap and stretching your limbs out for a rope break.

“And she is making the rookie pay for his last maneuver in spades, folks! Can’t imagine he can hold out much longer between those legs,” the announcer exclaims, as you struggle to form audible forms against her crushing bodyscissors.

“What was that, hon? Couldn’t hear ya,” she taunts you, tightening her vice grip over you.

Summoning every remaining iota of strength you still had left, you start to drag yourself and the Cowgirl towards the ropes to your right.

Feeling her body slide across the mat along with you, Dinah grinds her teeth irritably and stiffens the hold using the bulk of her Amazonian strength.

Groaning at her smug yet slightly strained expression, you now find yourself contemplating that same humiliating word as you struggle to frantically to reach the ropes.

The announcer quietly ponders, “Folks, someone has got to give here. The Cowgirl’s got the hold cinched in tighter than a Boy Scout knot, but the question we’re all wondering is….”