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As Sarah reaches the car, she turns to look at you, expression unreadable. "Been thinking about it, and I don't really need a bitch after all. You can run along now."

You freeze, shocked into motionlessness by the casually-stated remark. The question going through your head is 'why', and your main feeling is panic. You're almost surprised how attached you feel to the awful treatment Sarah's been giving you. Plus, you just got a tattoo for her! How could she do this to you??

After a few seconds, you stammer out a nearly incoherent 'why', which is met by an impassive gaze, giving you no answers. Your heart sinks, and you realize you've got no option but to walk away...as you turn away dejectedly, a snort of suppressed laughter erupts from Sarah, and in moments she's laughing hysterically.

Baffled, you stop in place, not sure what's going on. "Y...you should have seen...your face!" Gasping out a sentence between laughs, Sarah points at you. After a few moments, it clicks that she was just messing with you. Perhaps it'd be normal to feel irritated, but you just feel relieved right now...

Sarah's still laughing though, and mocking you while she's at it. "I make you get a tattoo saying you're my... bitch, then tell... you to fuck off... and you just do it! Hahaha, you're such a bitch!"

She walks up to you, grabs you by the hair and pulls you along - painfully - to the backseat of her car. "Anyway, seeing that 'kicked puppy' expression on your face makes me feel like cumming on it. Lick my cunt, bitch!"

Lying back against the far door and spreading her legs wide, Sarah demands that you get to work. Your mind feels like a jumbled mess with Sarah psychologically jerking you all over, but the straightforward demand to eat out your tormentor is something you're only too keen to do.

You peel off Sarah's jeans and underwear, feeling yourself throbbing excitedly in your pants already. You don't have an opportunity to free your erection however though, as Sarah grabs your head and pulls it between her legs as soon as her pussy is visible. She's soaking wet already, clearly having got off on getting you tattooed and messing with you.

The knowledge that Sarah is wet because of tormenting you is like an aphrodisiac...you lick her with a single-minded intensity. You're rewarded with moans of pleasure, then with Sarah using both her hands to keep your head in place while she - for lack of a better word - fucks your face. Lying face down while you do your best to please her without suffocating, you end up humping the seat beneath you, cumming in your pants just as Sarah cums explosively on your face.