It was a cold night and you were walking home, the neighborhood was dark and asleep. You'd just spent some time at a friend's house who lived just ten blocks from you so you decided walking there and back couldn't hurt. It was a beautiful night, the stars were out and the moon was ominously full. You could see your breath as you kept walking home. Suddenly you hear footsteps behind you. Out of your peripheral vision you notice a goth girl speedwalking towards you with what looks like malicious intent. Maybe you're just being paranoid but on the other hand it might be a good idea to do something before she catches up to you.

You begin to run but it's no use, she easily keeps up with you despite her lack of athleticism. She finally manages to catch up and falls into step next to you before grabbing your arm roughly and spinning you around so that you're facing her. Her expression is venomous and furious as she looks at you with those gray eyes, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," she hisses through clenched teeth, her pale skin flushed red in anger. Before you can even react, she's pushing you up against a nearby car, pinning your arms above your head and grinding her hips into yours.

Her eyes flash with malice as she gazes down at you. "Not good, thanks to you," she replies venomously, her anger making her voice shake. She leans in closer, her lips mere inches from your ear as she whispers, "You used to call me ugly and tease me about my height when we were kids... You think I've forgotten?"

She then nips at your earlobe before licking it, sending shivers down your spine. Her body weight presses you harder against the car as she begins to grind her hips into yours with more force. "So tell me," she pants between words, breath hot against your neck, "how do you like being on the receiving end now?"

Her eyes narrow and she leans in even closer, her lips brushing against yours as she whispers, "Do you remember what it was like to be so small? So pathetic?" She pushes your head forward, forcing your lips onto hers roughly, her tongue thrusting into your mouth as she begins to moan deeply. One hand slides down between the two of you, grasping your cock roughly and squeezing hard.

Her other hand moves up to cup your face, thumb stroking your cheek in a taunting gesture. "It must feel so good," she breathes out as her fingers dance across your lips and chin. "To finally have someone bigger, stronger... And more dominating."

Her grip on your cock tightens painfully as her anger gives way to lust. She moans against your lips, grinding her hips harder into yours in a rough rhythm. "Make me feel better," she demands between moans, words slurred together by desire and rage. Her hand moves from your cheek to grasp the fabric of her shirt, roughly yanking it over her head and tossing it aside.

Her pale skin glistens in the moonlight as she towers over you naked, her impressive cock hard and ready between her legs. The sight makes your heart race with fear and desire both. As she continues to grind against you, she glances down at your crotch where her hand is still wrapped tightly around your throbbing length.

"Look at that," she whispers huskily. "You like this so much... Feel it inside me..." She squeezes harder on your cock as she presses hers against your entrance, rubbing back and forth over the delicate skin until she's sure you're fully aroused. Then, with a sudden thrust forward, she impales herself on your length.