It's not just about the bungalow. Don’t get me wrong, I want it! Damn right I do. I busted my ever lovin’ butt to get the bucks to pay for it. Just like everything else in my life, its a struggle or a fight because there is always some spoiled entitled bitch, usually hot as hell, with lots of cash who is used to waltzing in and just taking what she wants. I can’t say for a fact that Erin is spoiled and entitled. Maybe she is, maybe she ain’t, but she’s sure as hell not fighting like some prima donna princess or running crying to her sugar daddy bawling about a broken nail!
No the bitch is standing over me with her hand in my sweaty hair and I’m on my f--king knees … god I hate that … hurting all over and gasping for air. I know I’m hurting you with my fingertips digging into your tender mound. You clamp your strong thighs tight together trapping my hand where it is. Well Erin that’s kind of dumb of you to keep my hand where I can keep Iron Clawing, I think to myself, right before you grab me by the throat and squeeze hard. My eyes go big and my head snaps back … my mouth pops open as your fingers tighten and I start gasping. You finally let go of my hair and reach down grabbing my wrist as you open your thighs and yank my hand away. My wide eyes stare up at the savage look on your face. I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life. I try to pull my wrist free but you hang on to it tight. I feel my face get even redder … “AAACCCKKK!” … You skank you’re choking the air out of me! I grab your wrist with my free hand and start tugging wildly to loosen or break your grip … still on my knees and slumping a bit but still struggling … I feel my strength really fading but I still gotta try to fight against all odds but … “AAACCCKKK!
Time to put an end to this bitch, i know i got her.
You start to fade, earlier in the fight you had much more strength in your grip and now you can hardly keep a hold on my wrist. I almost feel sorry for you...almost!
I manage to remove your claw from my mound, not gonna lie, it's sore as hell down there but i'll have more time to worry about that after i finish you. Scrambling back to my feet i let go of your throat, no need to make the ending too easy for you, i want you to stay awake while i finish you off.
I can take my time now as i again reach for your hair, i'm not about to let you pound on my mound again so i shift my feet so i'm almost sideways on to you, then using your hair i look to toss you forwards onto the carpet.
"This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it does me bitch" i purrrr as i stand astride you before slamming my curvy butt cheek down on the small of your back releasing your hair in the process.
"Lets lose this shall we" i say with a threat in my tone, i grab hold of your sagging bra and pull it away from your body. Then i lean forwards and get my hands under your chin with my fingers interlaced. I smile to myself then i lean back pulling your head both up and back, arching your neck as much as i can.
Your naked tits rub against the carpet with a lil luck giving you carpet burns but that's kinda the least of your problems right now.
