She smothers you with her breasts.

Cupping her exposed breast sensually, a downright satanic grin adorns the face of La Diabla Roja as she leers down at you.

Almost reading her mind, a look of pure horror floods your face as you immediately realize what she has in mind.

Without hesitation, you start to roll underneath the ropes but she’s just a split second quicker.

Grabbing a handful of your hair, she ruthlessly drags you to the middle of the ring with the crowd now on their feet in fervent anticipation.

Pulling you into a kneeling position directly facing her stomach, a glint of pure vindication livens up Angelica’s dark eyes as she peers down at you.

“I think you should apologize to my breast with your face, puta!” she purrs evilly.

Then, with thousands watching all over the arena and dozens of cameras flashing around the ring, La Diabla Roja forces your face directly into her naked breast.

Smothering you against her brown skin, she lets out a moan of pure relief as she forcefully massages her bruised flesh with your facial features.

Your entire world is now brown, bruised, and buxom thanks to her supple breast firmly entrenched in your face.

Too weakened by her earlier attacks to tear yourself away, you can only whimper pathetically with her hand pressed firmly against the base of your skull.

“Now, that’s just creative! Not that I don't envy John’s current position, but you know what they say folks. Turnabout is fair play,” the announcer chuckles, amused by Angelica’s display of utter domination over you.

Continuing to grind her breast against your face, La Diabla takes a second to wink at the camera before looking down on you.

With your face completely glued to her face, there was only one thing you could do.

Opening your mouth, you softly begin teasing her nipple with your tongue.

_“Might as well enjoy it,” _you reason to yourself, now fully kissing her bruised skin much to her delight.

An excited gasp escapes her lips as you continue making lazy circles around her sensitive skin with your tongue.

Bending her knees slightly to allow you better access, she ran a trembling hand through her hair as you suck tenderly on her areola.

“That’s it, puta! Make me feel better!” she taunts you in between breaths, your oral stimulation of her bare breast visibly arousing her.

“La Diabla is loving every bit of this, and by the looks of it, so is her opponent,” the announcer continues to observe.

Now hungrily suckling on her breast, you couldn’t help but let out a goofy grin against her skin at the sheer irony of what was happening: you are now pleasuring the same breast that you had spent the bulk of the match working over!

The irony certainly isn’t lost on your dark-haired rival, who upon looking at you buried in her cleavage, coos out approvingly, “Good boy! I may even forgive you for what you did earlier.”

Tossing her hair backwards as another wave of organismic bliss tears through her, Angelica lets out one last moan of ecstasy as the level of pleasure on your end threatens to overwhelm you completely.

The sound of the point buzzer finally snaps you back to reality, with Angelica now fully standing up to revel in her victory.

Begrudgingly coming down from your aroused state, your cheeks are now streaked scarlet as you stare up at the JumboTron for an agonizing replay of you being smothered by Angelica’s breast.

“That’s a wrap for this round, ladies and gentlemen! La Diabla takes it this time, but who will take it home?” the announcer exclaims dramatically.

Playing to the crowd, Angelica poses briefly for the cameras before her dark eyes dart back to you.

Still on your knees, you look up at La Diabla Roja who gives you a somewhat grateful smile. “I enjoyed your lips on my breast, John, but I think I’ll enjoy them even more on my ass.”

Feeling her taunting last words cut into you as she struts away, you slowly get up for the final round.

You’ve lost a point for domination.