Put her in another submission hold.

You decide it would be best to **** another submission out of the Cowgirl, so you waste no time locking one in. You push one arm across her throat and the other under her armpit, clasping your hands together over her shoulder.

“Good choice from John with the chickenwing crossface,” the announcer approves. “Keeping one of those big arms trapped in place takes a lot of options away from the Cowgirl.”

While that’s definitely true, strategy wasn’t the only reason you chose this hold. As you use the leverage it affords you to bend Dinah backwards, her perfect tits stick out further and further. Her red-white-and-blue bra struggles to contain them as you pull back on her neck.

On a whim, you jerk the hold sharply, yanking your arms downward for a moment. The Cowgirl yelps in pain as her breasts jiggle alluringly from the sudden motion.

“I got outta your last one...I can get outta this one,” she says through gritted teeth, struggling against your arms.

“Not this time, honey,” you reply with a sardonic grin. “Tap out or pop out. Or both, actually. Both is good.”