My hand repeatedly slaps your face, leaving it bright red, along with my palm, as the crowd definitely is behind me at this point as it cheers with each crack that echos in the room from my palm on your cheek... You?re forced to release my hair as you back away, and I smirk at you as you retreat... ?Where you going, little girl?? I taunt, and then you scream and charge again, and again you go after my breasts... your jealousy is beyond obvious now as you smack my breasts together, bouncing them out of my top as I shriek out... ?YOU FUCKING BITCH, LET GO OF MY TITS!!!? As my hands come up to grab at your wrists, and apply the same hold I did earlier, clawing my talons into the undersides of your wrists to get you to let go, and just as you do, I immediately spread our arms apart and DRIVES my knee up and into your stomach, listening to the air rush from your lungs as I push into you...