Amy Fights Him Off

"Fucks Sake!" Amy screams, leaping back to her feet.

She makes quite the erotic image, stood there, her body soaked, her shirt billowing around her, her bra no longer adequately containing her heaving bosom, and now covered in James' hot sticky spunk.

She doesn't get any more words out, just an unintelligible scream as she leaps forward, a fist balling and swinging out, cracking James in the side of the head and sending him crashing hard to the floor.