You're not done. Pound that ass!

One look at Christina, bent over and glaring with hatred, is enough to make you decide. This bitch isn't learning anything.

You take a step closer, and she scrambled backwards. You enjoy the look of fear in her eyes.

"Let’s have round two. On your knees."

She shakes her head and tries to crawl away, but you grab her ankle and yank her back. She claws at the rug, screaming, but you wrench her up by the waistband of those ridiculous pink pajama shorts and plant her face-down on the bedspread. The shock of it momentarily freezes her, and now you’ve got full access.

You let her thrash, her fuzzy socks bicycling air, and push her head into the pillow. She’s sobbing, which does nothing but make the smug warmth inside you burn hotter. With one hand pinning her wrists, you strip those shorts down to her knees. Christina’s ass is every bit as perfect as you imagined, it even jiggles as she tries to buck you off.

You drag her panties aside and, with zero preamble, ram your spit-slicked cock between her trembling cheeks.

"Aiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" she screams, shrieks, really.

She bucks, but you’re driven by the years of humiliation, and you’re not stopping. You press yourself all the way in, her tight little asshole quivering around you. It’s not humanly possible for anyone to scream as loud as she does, and you savor every **** shriek that rattles out of her.

You fuck her hard and mean, slamming forward until her hips bruise against the frame of her little princess bed. She gasps and sobs, fingers clutching at the sheets as you pound away at her like you’re trying to destroy every inch of her 100-pound body.

She seizes, every muscle in her body clenching as you finally blow inside her, years of humiliation and resentment jetting in wave after wave. You don’t even mean to, but you keep slamming forward, fucking your cum deeper with every thrust.

Christina can’t even shriek anymore. She just chokes, delirious and slack-jawed, tears leaking sideways into the pillow. Her ass is so tight you feel her pulse on the inside, like she’s trying to squeeze you out and keep you in at the same time. You **** her to hold the position, arching high, her face mashed sideways so you can watch her expression of pure, wretched defeat. You empty yourself until your balls are empty and her bowels are full.

For a long moment, you just keep her there, letting her whimper, letting your cock soften inside her as you fist her hair and yank her back to look directly in her eyes. The mascara is utterly destroyed now, black streaks painting her cheeks. Her mouth hangs open, tongue lolling, and she drools pathetically onto the blanket. She’s so broken, you almost feel sorry for her. Almost.

When you finally roll off, she collapses to the bed, sobbing, hands desperately trying to pull her soaked panties and shorts back up. You watch for a moment, enjoying the sight of her ruined mascara and the snot dribbling from her nose, the raw, red ring around her asshole already starting to swell. She doesn’t say a word. She just buries her face in the pillow and shakes, as you bask in your satisfaction.

You stand up, adjust your sweatpants, and let out a satisfied sigh. You think she got the message now.

"Well, that was fun Christina. I hoped you learned your lesson about bullying!" you say cheerfully, but you're not sure if Christina even hears you over her own sobbing.

"Anyway," you continue, not caring. "I've got other bitches to fuck, so see you later!"