[the savage]

I nod, as you give in to the inevitable, naming a tiny price. "Good, let's get started then." A violent shove, and we slam into the wooden wall of the bar. My hands leave your shoulders, and tear your shirt down, the v-neck extending past your tits now. I get so focused on pawing at your chest that I don't notice your hand slipping behind your back. "You're gonna scream, because I like it rough."