She's yours.

Her body is yours to use, to take, and to ruin. You grab her hair and tear her away from the wall, throwing her towards the dresser. Her spine hits the edge, the wood digging into her skin as you grab her by the throat and painfully bend her backwards over it, her feet dangling in the air. Your hand cracks her across the face again, and her head snaps to the side, the sting blooming across her cheek in a bright red palm print. Then you're in her again, spreading her legs wide open, pounding into her, the dresser rattling with each thrust, her tits bouncing with the force.

Your hands wrap around her neck as you pull her up against her, her body flush with yours. She whimpers as you grab her breast, squeezing tightly, your nails digging into her flesh. She's trembling, her legs shaking as she wraps them around you for support. You continue to pound her, forcing your tongue into her mouth, your teeth sinking into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. She moans into your mouth, the copper tang of her blood mixing with the taste of her. You feel yourself getting close, your arousal matching your aggression.

You throw her to the floor, her body collapsing in a heap before you flip her onto her back. Her thighs are slick with sweat, her skin flushed as you pin her wrists above her head with one hand, your other gripping her waist hard enough to bruise. You slap her again, then again, then again, alternating back and forth with both sides of your hand on each cheek, splattering droplets of blood onto the floor. Her eyes water, but she doesn't protest, gasping as you force yourself into her pussy once again. The final thrusts are brutal, your cock hitting her so hard it makes her back arch off the ground, her body convulsing as she comes apart around you.