"you can't just walk away from me like that, bitch!"

you cry out after her, and she stops. She puts her book down gently before turning around and looking at you with fierce eyes.

"I was hoping to spare you this, but looks like getting dressed up in that slut outfit of yours has gotten you too hot and bothered to be polite," she spits with venom, beginning to approach you.

In your anger, you'd lashed out, but you weren't really prepared for her to start heading towards you. You realize she's fairly confident, and a good two inches taller than you. You bring your hands up to protect your face and feel a sharp pain in your side as the wind is knocked out of you.

"Crazy little sextoy princess, where the fuck did Jabba find a dumbfuck like you?" Sonya mocks as she throws you to the ground and kicks you. "Not so talkative now?"

She kneels over you and grabs your throat, pinning you to the floor. You can still breathe, but it's not easy. You grunt and try to squirm, but she's surprisingly strong. You can't seem to get a word out though.

"Let's see if this helps fix your little attitude," she says as she rips your slutty bottom off and flings it across the room. She grips your throat tighter and you feel her fingers grab your cunt, pressing into you violently.

To your embarrassment, you're already wet, and her fingers slide in rather easily.

"Hah, I knew I touched a nerve," Sonya mocks as she finger fucks you with fury. "I know your kind, you think you're so high and mighty when you're just a little slut made for cumming and not much else."

You struggle to breathe and to fight back, but you can't help it. Sonya is aggressive, but she knows what she's doing. Her fiery anger is a powerful aphrodisiac, and as you struggle against her grip, you find wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your body as tears begin to stream from your eyes.