*Fuck fuck fuck, Kaci, how stupid can you get?* Her body was quivering, and arms unsure of what to do found their way back to the hem of her black t-shirt where they gripped tightly until her knuckles started to drain of all their color. The soles of her sneakers were also struggling to maintain their purchase as the fruits of her orgasm pooled around and underneath them.
“Should I be disgusted, or impressed?” The woman’s taunting echoed several times in quick succession, each repetition carrying an audible smirk. If any more color drained from Kaci’s face, she’d have been white as a sheet.
“I… I’m *so* s-sorry,” Kaci finally managed to stutter. Her breaths were shallow and threatened to catch in her throat at any moment. *What is she going to do to me?* she wondered as a hundred scenarios played out in unison, their harsh images projected on the wall of her imagination and burning away at her few remaining ounces of hope.
“You look just like a deer caught in my headlights,” the woman added, voice dripping with enough condescension that it could rival Kaci’s pussy. “So tell me,” the woman continued, creeping ever so closer to Kaci’s cowering form. “Should I try to slam on the brakes?”