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If I didn’t hate Erin so much for all the terrible and humiliating things she did (and is still doing) to me, I would probably respect her and get to know her and hell maybe even get to like her as a friend … I know for a fact that if I was ever walking down some dark street in some seedy shady area I would most def want Erin Lee by my side in case something bad went down. That’s the truth.
But now she’s crushing my head between her strong cruel thighs while her cruel fingers pinch my nip and her cruel mouth blurts out the truth of how she really DID steal away my dream bungalow! So how the hell am I supposed to react? By doing just what I did. I bite down on her kitty lips so hard it makes her scream so loud they’ll hear her for miles. And it makes her pop her legs open and release me …
I pull my head away, its still pounding from the pressure of her thighs and glutes. My eyes start to focus and I can see she’s fallen over on her back writhing and crying … and cursing too. Good! Serves the Britch right! I know I drew blood, I can see it on her fingertips as they cover her kitty, I can taste it all coppery on my tongue. I give her an evil grin showing her my blood stained pearlies.
You’re on your back like a helpless upended turtle … I have one thought, get on my feet and attack fast while you’re vulnerable. That’s exactly what I try to do. Still weak and sore and shaky, I start to stand but my unsteady legs betray me and I pitch forward down at you. Call it karma, call it dumb luck, call it anything you wanna call it … but as I drop down on you, I put out my right hand by reflex to brace my landing. Here’s where dumb luck comes in … The heel of my palm lands hard and flush on your bitten bloody kitty! Your body jerks and kind of spasms so I scuttle up and straddle your belly … reach down and grab your wet tangled mop, lift your head up and start to thump the back of your skull down on the ground. Tears of pain and fury stream down my red face and all I care about is punishing you and making you pay