The Cowgirl clobbers you.

“Ugh!” Dinah’s busty yet built form explodes into you at an almost superhuman speed, her every movement across the ring building up to a powerful crescendo that sandwiches you between an unstoppable woman and an unmovable turnbuckle.

Your usually well-sharpened instincts had been dulled by her surprising display of stamina, a far cry from the vulnerability she had shown just seconds before.

The victorious cry of the Cowgirl tortures your eardrums as her ample cleavage slams emphatically into your chest cavity, the sudden smack almost immediately knocking the wind out of you.

A faint gasp, the only audible sound you can muster in your current state, finally escapes from your lips as her muscled frame nearly devours your now deflated physique whole.

“Wow, I could feel that all the way from up here!” the announcer shouts enthusiastically.

Struggling to breathe with her breasts still pressed firmly against your chest, your eyes blankly stare into hers as Dinah’s concentrated snarl relaxes into her signature smug expression.

Gripping the nearby ropes loosely so that her impressive rack keeps you pinned against the corner, the Southern brawler leans forward so that her confident leer is literally centimeters away from you.

Instead of her usual taunts, Dinah’s next words are surprisingly complimentary. “Good try, sugar. You almost had me there.”

Gritting your teeth together, you simply put on a stoic grimace as she begins slowly, sensually grinding her flesh against yours.

“Don’t act like you ain’t appreciating all this, boy,” she purrs into your ear as she continues teasing you.

Determined not to give her any satisfaction, you continue to stare at her defiantly until she gets the message.

Peeling off your body, the Cowgirl studies you for a moment before her blue eyes suddenly glow with realization.

“Oh, I see,” she smirks at you with a wink, before suddenly driving her fist directly into your ribcage.

Collapsing in a coughing fit thanks to her surprise uppercut, you now find yourself sagging against the bottom ropes with the back of your head now touching the middle turnbuckle pad.

Swinging her hips around in a seductive manner, she slowly turns around with her backside now facing you.

“You’re an ass man, ain’t ya?” Flashing you a sly grin over her shoulder, Dinah makes a dramatic show of leaning backwards in a provocative pose as the crowd looks on enraptured by her ever move.

Grinning from corner to corner, the Cowgirl firmly cements her victory by driving her thonged ass directly into your face!

Your world is immediately consumed by red, white, and blue as Dinah forcefully grinds her ass against your features, performing a humiliating stinkface to go for a domination point.

Giggling with girlish delirium as she feels your nose wedged in firmly between her thick ass-cheeks, the Cowgirl continues to smear her patriotic imprint all over your face while feeding off of the crowd’s almost rabid love for her.

Trying (and failing) to push her away, you nevertheless continue to grunt out in anguish as the timer inevitably counts down.

Sensing your contorted features twist and struggle against the sensual rhythm of her rear end, Dinah glances over her shoulder with a look of pure smugness and slight arousal.

“Ya like the view?” she asks with a coy smile, giving her rear an alluring wiggle to punctuate the comment.

You respond with an apt “Fuck you,” but your voice is naturally muffled in your humiliating position.

Unable to breathe thanks to her sheer thickness, your plight now turns to panic as she forces her ass even further against your face.

“Think ya can go the distance, stud?” she taunts you, leaning even further against the ropes as leverage to increase the pressure against your nose and mouth.

You can’t breathe. You can’t fight. And more importantly, you can’t win.

With no other choice, you weakly tap out at her thighs just as the point-buzzer rings out.

Pausing mid-grind, the victorious Cowgirl straightens herself back out with her ass mercifully lifting away from your panting grimace.

“Not a good round for the newcomer. She had him in position for one point, but he taps out with just seconds on the clock left. The Cowgirl lassos two points for this rodeo, folks,” the announcer states in a slightly sympathetic voice as the crowd roars their approval.

“Two points for the price of one? Awwww, ya shouldn’t have,” she sneers down at you in her usual sickeningly sweet voice, before strolling back over to her corner.

You’ve lost two points for submission and a domination.