Make Morgan strip naked

"Take off your clothes," you repeat, your voice steady but firm. "Or I'll make you."

Without another word, Morgan begins to undress, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger. You watch as she unzips her leather jacket, letting it fall to the ground. She then takes off her tube top, revealing her toned chest and flat abs.

"And the rest of your clothes," you say.

Morgan grumbles under her breath but complies, kicking off her shoes. She hesitates for a moment before unbuttoning her jean shorts and stepping out of them, revealing a pair of lacy black panties. She's now standing before you in just her bra and panties, both of which are soaked through with sweat. You smirk, feeling a rush of power course through your veins.

"Now your underwear," you command.

Morgan looks at you, her face contorted with rage.

"You're really gonna make me do this, huh?" she asks, taking a deep breath.

With a huff, she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the ground. She's now standing before you in just her black lacy panties, which are now completely soaked. You can see her nipples standing at attention, hard from both arousal and anger. Morgan glares at you, her eyes filled with hatred. You notice she is flat chested.

"Where are your boobies?" you ask.

Morgan's face turns an even deeper shade of red, her fists clenched at her sides.

"Shut up, pipsqueak," she growls. "Just because you got lucky with a kick doesn't mean you can talk to me like that."

You kick Morgan in the pussy again. She doubles over in pain again, gasping for air.

"And that's for talking back," you say coldly. "Now apologize."

Morgan looks up at you, her face contorted with pain and anger. She opens her mouth to say something, but no words come out. After a few moments, she takes a deep breath and tries again.

"I'm sorry."

"And you've still got your panties on. Take them off," you say.

Morgan's face hardens, but she knows she has ****.