UUUGHHHHHHHHH
Our bodies crash together and that bitch manages to force me back down on the floor again. My short skirt flies up behind me and my barely covered ass smooshes onto the hard tile as I feel her body pressing down on me. Grunting, I strain against her, slapping up and down her sides and finally jerking her skirt up and clawing her soft, curvy ass and leaving hard, red marks. Small boobs mash and stiff nipples wrestle together through stretched tops. Everything cute about our outfits is ruined and dirty now. We twist and roll back and forth, hissing and cursing like two angry whores. I’ve never hated anyone more than I hate Katie, but as she rubs into me and I feel the warm heat and wetness of her thong on my bare thigh, I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want her.
I slap and pinch, finally latching onto her hair with one hand and jerking her head back. Hooking my thumb inside her mouth, I jerk hard, twisting her head and pulling her away from me. It’s like feeling her body pressed against mine has become a drug, dulling my hatred. And I want to hate her. Very much! I see her pretty face contorted, spittle dribbling down onto my chest as we struggle and it makes me feel good. Twisting again, I manage to roll us over.
YOU’RE THE PERVERT! YOU ALWAYS HAVE BEEN! THIS IS JUST ANOTHER SICK THRILL FOR YOU!
I scream into her face, spittle shooting from my lips. And I hate that I’m the sick one who loves this so much.
My body wiggles and squirms against Dar's as she's determined to leave as much damage as possible. Ripping out my hair, her nails, digging in every time she pinches me, I swear I can feel the welts form with every claw mark stinging my skin. Every follicle of hair ripped out, I can feel the burn. In a blur, I feel Dar's thumb hooking my the corner of my mouth, feeling like the skin is being torn, yanking my head away. Rolling, we bump into the corner of the vanity stopping any momentum I could use to roll on top. Shoving my hand in her face, trying to push her off, my nails scrape her cheek, scratching her soft skin. Wanting to hurt her, I claw at any part of her I can reach, slap anywhere it stings, and rip as much hair out as I possibly can. My only wish is she can feel every bit of pain and more with every bit of skin under my nails and the clumps of her dark hair strewn across the floor than what I'm feeling now. I never hated someone so much in my entire life. Never!! Yet here I am, and I can't get enough of her. The warmth of her body against mine, tiny bits of bare flesh peeking out from areas of our stretched, ruined outfits, driving me fucking insane.
This so fucked up, looking up at Dar with her sick, twisted smile, like she's enjoying this somehow hoping I am too. Our spittle hitting each others lips with every breath, I can taste a slight hint of cigarette smoke from her as I'm sure she can from me.
"YOU SICK FUCK!! IS THIS YOUR WAY OF GETTING OFF?!!" Bucking my hips up, I claw at you, my nails just scrap over your cheek leaving slight red streaks. I let my rage take over, determined to roll you over, taking your hair with me and leaving personal reminders of me all over your body.