The Cowgirl.

“.....The Cowgirl!” you spit out defiantly at her, prompting Angelica’s nostrils to flare up indignantly.

Though it certainly feels good to ruin La Diabla Roja’s self-congratulatory moment, you quickly realize that it may not have been the wisest decision for your own sake.

With the plastic horns on her mask practically steaming with anger, the brunette darkens her expression as her powerful ass looms threateningly just inches away from your face.

“Wrong answer, puta!” she snarls at you venomously, punctuating her menacing words with her palm now firmly squeezing against your shaft.

Instinctively, your mouth widens to let out a pained gasp only to be completely smothered by her rear end once again.

Wearing a vindictive sneer, Angelica is hell-bent on punishing you.

Barely able to breathe, much less fight back as she continues grinding her ass against your facial features, you’re quickly introduced to a whole new level of discomfort as she tightens her grip over your still exposed cock.

Instead of pumping out pleasure from your dick, the ever vengeful La Diabla is now forcefully jerking your manhood back and forth.

Wringing out your throbbing length like a wet rag, she is merciless in her one-handed **** on your groin!

Sporting a devilish glint in her eyes, Angelica shifts her ass-cheeks back just a few centimeters so that your nose is now fully buried in her crevice.

“That _perra _wishes she could have an ass as magnificent as mine,” she hisses at you, her disdain for the Cowgirl obvious even in your panicked state.

Clenching and unclenching your fists reflexively with every painful pull and twist of your still hard cock, your agonizing moans are completely muffled underneath her bottom with the rest of your body still paralyzed by the searing sensations traveling up from your groin.

Writhing frantically as her fingers continue torturing your manhood with her nearly bare ass simultaneously obscuring your vision, you know that there’s only one thing that could make her stop.

Literally only seconds away from being smothered into unconsciousness, your hand weakly slaps at her firm ass-cheeks to signal your submission- just when the point-buzzer rings!

Satisfied, La Diabla Roja lifts her ass up allowing the refreshing breeze of the arena to flow through your nostrils and rejuvenate you.

Removing her punishing hand from your shaft, Angelica is all smiles as the referee recognizes her two-point victory over you.

“You know what they say folks. Hell has no fury like a woman scorned. Especially, when that woman is the devil’s favorite demoness!” the announcer enthuses bemusedly, as La Diabla Roja basks in the afterglow of your humiliation.

Completely demoralized, you crawl back over to your corner with your reddening face still visible on the JumboTron.

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