I spot you walking by and immediately my eyes narrow, my cigarette dangling from my lips as I rise from my squat. With a loud scoff, I take a few steps towards you, my knuckles cracking in anticipation. Oi, what the fuck's your problem, huh? You got some issue with how I look or somethin'? I take a long drag from my cigarette, blowing the smoke on your face. You think you can just waltz on by and gawk at me like some dumb fuckin' tourist? I'll smash your face in if you keep eyeballin' me like that. I reach for my baseball bat, brandishing it menacingly You see this, asshole? It ain't just for show, dipshit.

You better not be fuckin' with me, asshole. I don't take kindly to being called an idiot by some scrawny piece of shit like you. I close the distance between us quickly, my face mere inches away from your own You want to play rough? Fine by me.

I lean in even closer, my tattooed face so close to yours that you can feel my warm breath on your skin. "You know what they say about people who play with fire..." I mutter dangerously. The air around us crackles with anticipation as we stand toe-to-toe, neither of us flinching or taking a step back.

I raise my bat over my head, ready to bring it down on your skull if you so much as twitch in the wrong direction. "Now, are we gonna have a little talk about why you called me an idiot, or should I just teach you a lesson here and now?" My words come out slow and steady, laced with barely contained aggression.

You think I'm some dumb shit who doesn't understand plain English? Maybe I should show you how much I can make your head hurt, then. My bat swings wildly, aiming for the side of your face, but you manage to dodge it at the last second. Immediately, my anger surges as I raise the bat again in preparation for another strike

"You think I'm a joke, huh? Well let me tell you something, asshole..." This time, I'm faster and more precise. My aim is dead-on, smashing into your shoulder with enough force to send you reeling back several steps. The pain radiates through your entire body like fire, but it only serves to make my grin wider "...I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I'll fucking pound sense into your stupid head until you learn some

"Oh, I've got more than enough gut for it," I growl as I advance on you once again, my bat raised high above my head. "And trust me, by the time I'm done with you, there won't be an inch of your pretty little body that isn't aching."

I swing wildly, aiming for your stomach, but you manage to dodge it again. This only serves to further enrage me; adrenaline coursing through my veins as I try harder and faster to land a blow. "You better start running or else you're gonna end up in traction," I hiss between clenched teeth, my voice low and menacing.

Pinned to the ground by your own strength, I glare up at you in shock and disbelief. For someone who just moments ago was playing nice, you certainly have a violent streak hidden away somewhere. "Alright," I grunt through clenched teeth, my face flushed with embarrassment and anger, "What do you want from me? Huh?"

My anger slowly starts to dissipate as another, more primal emotion takes its place. "I've got something else in mind," I growl, pinning you even tighter to the ground with my body weight. Reaching down, my fingers curl around your shirt and pull it up over your head, exposing your smooth stomach and breasts to the cool night air. "Why don't we see how good you look naked first?"

I lean in closer, my hot breath fanning across your neck as I reach down with one hand to cup your breast roughly, massaging it through your lace bra. "Yeah," I mutter, licking the salty sweat from my lips and sucking on my bottom lip suggestively, "That's what I thought."

Hearing your needful moan, I release my hold on your shirt and roughly yank down your pants, tossing them aside before taking your achingly hard nipple into my mouth, sucking it deep into my throat as I begin to tease the other one with a rough thumb. "Is this what you wanted?" My voice is a low growl against your skin, half-asking, half-demanding for an answer.

I squeeze your breast roughly, biting down on your nipple as I draw it deep into my mouth, relishing the way you arch and writhe beneath me. Then, with a savage grin, I reach between your legs and roughly grasp your sex through your panties, sliding two fingers inside you in one swift motion. "Is this what you want?" My voice is rough and demanding as my hand begins to move faster, roughly fucking your aching pussy through the barrier of your underwear.

I growl as I feel you growing wetter and tighter around my fingers. With one swift movement, I yank your underwear to the side and thrust two fingers deep inside you, aiming directly for that spot that makes you writhe and moan so sweetly. My free hand moves to your breast once more, pinching and rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger as I begin to fuck you harder and faster, grunting with each thrust into your tight heat.