A bronco buster.

Dinah grabs you bodily and hurls you into one of the corners. Your back crashes into the turnbuckle with jarring ****. She takes a moment to set herself up before bringing all her weight to bear in a ring-shaking body check. You groan in pain as she smashes into you, knocking you off your feet to send you sliding down into a sitting position.

The commentator winces. “Ooh, I don’t think John’s getting up anytime soon after a hit like that.”

You’re inclined to agree as stars dance in front of your eyes, but right now you have bigger problems—like the ominous glint in the Cowgirl’s blue eyes.

You brace yourself for a stinkface, but she has something different in mind for you. Instead of turning around, she faces you head-on, grabbing the top ropes to stabilize herself. Then, she leaps up to straddle your face, sitting on your chest for support, and starts bouncing up and down on top of you.

Her flag-wrapped pussy grinds against your features with reckless abandon, dampening with excitement at her dominant position, while her muscular ass and thighs crash down again and again on your chest and shoulders.

“That’s right, John, sit there and take it like a man,” she orders.

There’s not much else you can do at this point. Her bikini is almost soaked clear through, leaving traces of her arousal all over your face, and the repeated body blows are starting to make you a tiny bit woozy. You resist the urge to tap out and hand her another point.

Finally, the Cowgirl’s **** abates as the buzzer goes off. Your head drops limply to one side as she lets you go, and it takes a fair amount of effort to sit up straight and then climb back to your feet at last. The taste of her cum is heavy in your mouth, lingering as a reminder of her domination.

“Didja enjoy yourself down there?” The Cowgirl is in even higher spirits than usual. “I know I had fun. Better get used to it, ‘cause there’s plenty more where that came from.”

You’ve lost a point for domination.