Get rough with her.

You step closer.

For a moment Taylor flinches, even as her stance opens up, her back arching as she looks up at you and thrusts her breasts out towards you. She knows what's coming, what you're going to do to her. She's afraid of it, she wants it.

Good.

Reaching out you first gently stroke her face, just taking a moment to revel in your ability to just touch Taylor at your leisure. Even in the gloom you can see how beautiful she is, and when her eyes sink closed and she leans into your palm you actually feel your animosity and anger slip away. But it doesn't last. Beauty can only temporarily subdue what the old you was put through, you have a need to hurt her, and you know you won't be able to move forward in this new world without your old self receiving that satisfaction.

Gently, your thumb reaches out to trace along her soft lips, the gentle contact making her quiver before she lightly kisses the tip, her mouth parting just a little, eager to invite any of you inside her. It's shocking how contact with the moist inside of her lip causes your erection to harden further, your heart pounding away. Slowly your hand pulls back, her lips chasing your thumb for a moment, as your fingers trail down her cheek and softly part from her chin.

The empty hall then echoes with the sound of the slap you give her.

It felt good. So good. Your fingers tingle from the impact, and the shocked moan that Taylor let out as you struck her fills you with the glorious sense of being a beast. Before Taylor can do anything else you thread your hand into her long black hair and take a tight hold, pulling her roughly around to face you before forcing her into a deep kiss. From the way she trembles and clings to you, the way her mouth opens and yields to you it's clear that you don't need ****, but that doesn't lessen your want for it any.

As you fiercely make out with her, enjoying the sound and feel of her moans and whimpers, your other hand explores her body, much more thoroughly than on the bus. You squeeze at her flat stomach, savouring how slender and toned it is before roving back up to those tempting breasts. There is no fondling this time, rather you maul her tits. You clench down hard, letting loose your feral lust and anger as you grab and squeeze. It's clear that it hurts Taylor, her body arching, pained moans and gasps **** in her mouth as your refuse to relent in your kiss, but she makes no effort to pull away. In fact, it's very much the opposite, one slender arm clings to yours for balance, the other reaches to her chest and pulls her tight cheerleading top up, disrupting your grip for only a moment before her soft breasts spill free.

As a reward you renew your **** upon the now exposed tit-flesh, your fingers sinking in. It feels so good, so soft, so warm. Breaking the kiss you take a moment to just watch Taylor’s face as she squirms and moans under your rough treatment, enjoying the way she tries to thrust her abused breast even more into your grip.

“Whatever happened to the stuck-up bitch you used to be, Taylor?” you ask, taunting her as you **** her.

“I…ahhh….ah…” she struggles for words in your grip. Taylor, who was always so quick to mouth off and put you down, left speechless as she enjoys you abusing her body.

“That’s right, I fucked the ‘stuck-up’ right out of you didn’t I? Left you a regular little bitch. And you know what happens to bitches?”