I can see it on your face, the fabric cutting into your crotch and causing you pain.
Obviously considerable pain, because your resistance becomes more violent. You grab my breasts, push them up, and push me backwards against the elevator wall.
A soft moan of pain escapes my lips.
When I then feel your leg between my thighs, my eyes sparkle evilly.
The calm fades from my voice and anger rings through.
"You stupid cxnt are definitely going too far!"
Tug hard again at the scrap of fabric that covered your femininity and now it tears.
Throw the leftovers aside and grab you between your thighs again.
But this time i don't grab any fabric,
but naked, sensitive flesh and claw my fingers into it.