You step intowards me, and if I'm lucky, maybe you'll just drop to your knees, beg for my forgiveness, and be a good little submissive bitch.
Sadly, that doesn't seem to be the sensible reality in which you live within.
Your hand flies out, backhanding my tits, sending a gasp fleeing from my lips as I feel my clearly superior pair knock together and swing, only to have them collected on the way back through by your palm.
You stand ready and prepared to pounce, and with the stinging in my tits driving me onwards, I have every intention of pouncing and pouncing firmly, as I lash my claws out for yours, and throw my body weight at yours front and centre mass.