No. Letting her dominate you is almost worth it if it’ll feel like this.

You let out a soft, aroused moan as Dinah’s ass stimulates your dick. Thoughts of the match start to slip away, lost in a horny haze. She doesn’t say anything as she feels your arms start to loosen, just hums in contentment—she knows she’s got you.

Once she’s confirmed that you’re under her spell, she decides to shift the tempo of the match in her favor in a slightly unorthodox way.

She simply lets herself fall backward.

Her well-muscled body crashes on top of you, sandwiching you between her and the mat, and you let out an “oof” as the air is driven from your lungs. The attack stuns you for a moment, giving the Cowgirl her chance to lock in a point.

She spends a moment in exaggerated mock-contemplation before saying, “Hey, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?”

Before you can ask what she means by that, she seized the waistband of your briefs and yanks them down around your ankles, letting your erect cock spring free to stand straight up. The audience whoops and hollers in approval as it’s revealed.

The Cowgirl takes only a second to glance at it admiringly before flipping around so that she’s straddling your chest. Smiling sweetly in contrast to her dominant personality, she shifts backward so that your rock-hard member is trapped between her thong-clad ass-cheeks.

“Look, no hands,” she jokes, licking her lips with anticipation. Then, drinking in the roar of the crowd, she squeezes her firm glutes together, enfolding your erection in feminine flesh.

You’re instantly hooked, unable to respond except with an aroused gasp. And it only gets better when she starts pulsing the muscles, squeezing and contracting, tensing and releasing, jerking you off with only her amazing ass.

“I bet that Mexican demon-slut wishes she’d thought of this,” Dinah boasts, but you barely hear her in your sexual fugue. Her ass pumps your cock with stroke after powerful stroke, a blissful sensation in a match full of hard knocks. The pre-cum is already starting to flow within moments, and by the time the buzzer sounds, you’re practically on the brink of a climax.

The Cowgirl notices it, too. “Maybe ya oughta just let me finish that off,” she says. “Wouldn’t wanna blueball ya or nothin’.”

She actually sounds earnest rather than sarcastic, but you can’t help but be skeptical. If she keeps going for too much longer, it might cost you another point. Not that you’d mind too much at this point...

But as if she’s reading your mind, she shakes her head. “I promise I won’t steal a round. Scout’s honor. Now, do ya wanna cum or not?”

You nod wearily, almost spent. Even if she does try to grab another point off you, there’s not much you can do about—

All other thoughts are driven from your mind as the Cowgirl starts her grand finale. The grip on your dick becomes even tighter than before, and she combines the squeezing motions with an up-and-down grind that seems perfectly engineered to drive you absolutely wild. True to her word, the buzzer doesn’t have time to go off again before you blow your load, shooting thick spurts of cum onto her ass and lower back. She doesn’t seem to mind too much, though, and she steps off you with a grin once the rush of your orgasm has finally subsided.

“See?” she says. “Losing ain’t so bad when a lady makes it worth your while.”

Whether or not you agree with her, you’ve lost a point for domination.