She was angry, so so angry at you. She had planned for the movie and specifically asked you to book the tickets. You, as always, forgot. Which left both of you standing in front of the theatre, staring at a sold out sign. She was fuming at you. Her arms folded across her chest, her lips pursed and nostrils flaring, she stared at you then walked away towards the car. Even the sight of her bottom, shaped by her short, black dress, wasn’t enough to get you to stop sulking.
Driving away she was still shouting at you, her voice ringing annoyingly in your ears. You knew you fucked up, but this was making you angrier by the minute. And, as luck would have it, it started to rain all of a sudden. This irked her even more, as if somehow this was your fault too. You had enough. Her constant bickering was getting to you. Seeing that the rain was going to go on, you decided to stop the car at the side of the road. She was still mad at you. Her arms still folded across her chest, her breasts heaving up and down as she sat fuming there, not looking at you but straight ahead. And she started to shout again. About your carelessness, about this and that – but you didn’t hear the rest of it, or rather, you didn’t let her finish. She got you so mad, you grabbed her by her hands, pushed her against the glass window and just kissed her. Kissed her on her lips to shut her up. All your anger inside of you now starting to come out, as you pinned her hard up against the window, and kissed her like your lips wanted to eat her lips, to eat her up completely.
And then she started to kiss you back. Angrily. Hungrily. She bit you hard on your lips, showing her anger, this made you angrier yet, and you yanked her dress from under her and pulled down her panties. Kissing and biting on her neck, your hands moved inside her, inside her dress, inside her legs and your fingers started to attack her pussy, running round and round in circles inside of her. She moaned and screamed at you, the rains drowning all of it, as she moaned and pushed her body more on top of your fingers. Breaking the buttons of your shirt, she had it off in a second and started to kiss down your face, biting on your neck, leaving her marks all over it, all over your chest and neck, as i continued to have your fingers tease her pussy, first just one finger, and then another, both inside of her, going in…and out..in…and out of her..fingering her wildly, as she squeezed her pussy lips tight on your fingers. You grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face up, kissed her on her lips, then yanked her dress off in one go, exposing her yummy breasts wrapped in the red bra you bought for her. She knew you liked it. And she knew what was coming next.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ajv0d5/an_angry_date_mf