Drag her down by the hair

You pull her out of the bedroom by her hair. She cries in pain but you ignore her. You drag her, her head at the height of your chest. She leans forward to keep up with you, her cleavage showing up nicely. Her right tit has fallen out of the skirt and reveals her black silk bra.

You give her head a yank just to see her tits bounce up and down and a wicked smile displays on your face, hidden behind a mask. You almost throw her down the stairs and enter the kitchen with her. You throw her into the sofa, standing intimidating in front of her.

"Listen, bitch. If you lied to me, you will be sorry. So, where is the fucking money?"

She sobs and has her face turned down. Tears still drop of her cheek and unto her tits. You can´t wait for your cum to drop off her face unto her tits.

You gently stroke the upper part of her right tit with your finger. "When you lie to me, this will only make things worse."

"It´s in ... the cupboard ... the cookiebox ... there is the money ... take it and please leave ..."

You turn to the cupboard.