The match reaches its climax.

The crowd is now on their feet as you slowly emerge from your corner keeping your eyes solely focused on the Cowgirl.

Swaying her hips confidently, Dinah Davis shoots you a glare of both intensity and surprisingly enough, respect.

Lounging against a turnbuckle for the moment, she only studies you with her piercing blue eyes as you cautiously approach.

“I gotta admit, sugar. You’re a tough cookie,” she remarks, cocking her head to the side in mock contemplation before continuing, “I like a challenge, so I was thinking…...”

Her lips curl into a mischievous grin. “I was thinking maybe you deserved a little reward.”

And with that, her fingers hook around the back of her bra and unclip it much to your surprise.

Still grinning, she seductively takes off the upper half of her bikini!

The fabric teasingly slides off her tanned flesh fully releasing her generous cleavage into the open.

Stopped dead in your tracks, you can’t help but gape incredulously as her firm and full breasts spill down over her chest.

Each one perfectly shaped in the same statuesque mold as the rest of her imposing form, Dinah’s tits are in a word: magnificent.

Tossing the bra to the mat dismissively, the Cowgirl walks towards you now bare chested, your eyes unabashedly watching each tit bouncing up and down.

Dinah teasingly runs a finger around her left areola as she notices your wide-eyed gaze.

“You like?” she purrs in a husky drawl, cupping the same breast for your visual consumption.

Caught in your lustful glare, you quickly refocus on the task at hand and assume a more neutral stance with your arms crossed.

You know exactly what kind of reaction she wants to draw from you. So naturally, you give her the opposite.

“I’ve seen better,” you smirk at her, eliciting an offended sound from the Cowgirl who stomps her foot in indignation.

“Oh please! My tits are practically works of art around this place,” she proclaims proudly, her tits seductively jiggling to the side as she continues her tirade, “You think any of those anyone else in the bimbo brigade can even fit my bra? And don’t even get me started on that Mexican lucha whore.”

“Fair enough,” you shrug, doing your best not be distracted by her breasts.

Regaining her smug composure, she pauses just out of grappling range before flashing you a coy grin. “I like to give my fans what they want. So for being such a good sport, I’m gonna give ya exactly what ya want.”

“Well, what I want is you face down with my dick in at least one of your holes but I assume you have something else in mind?”

She laughs at your bravado before finally saying, “I’m giving ya a fighting chance, silly.”

Your eyes narrow at this suspiciously, but sure enough she holds her arms out for you invitingly with her hanging breasts almost beckoning you forward.

“First shots all yours, Johnny boy,” she smiles, before adding, “That is, if you’ve got the balls.”