Momoe looked at me again with that smarmy and disrespectful expression. I couldn't take it any more. I got up and pinned her against the wall and grabbed her crotch in my palm with a firm squeeze. Pressing my body against hers I whispered something in her ear. She tried to turn away but I had her tight. With my other hand I grabbed her by the neck and she turned her face up to mine. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open. I felt her relax slightly. I grabbed her pussy tighter through her jeans and began to squeeze it, slowly at first, then faster, forcing my middle finger stongly up into her crotch. I could feel a heat and dampness there. She pressed herself back against my violating hand and wrapped her arms around me. She said something and closed her eyes, moving with my hand, holding me tight, opening her legs a little wider. The dampness was obvious now through her jeans, I gripped her pussy tightly then relaxed, then tighter again. She was breathing heavily now, pressing against me, and I against her. Faster, faster. Her breath was labored and she was moaning now, surrendering everything, completely lost in the moment. And then, her legs began to quiver, she buried her face in my chest and I had to hold her up, her jeans were wet now under my hand. She came quickly, unexpectedly, thrusting against me, over and over. My hand was wet as she ground against me. With one final cry she clamped her thighs on my hand and then slowly relaxed. I let her slide to the floor in a heap. I didn't even try to hold her up. I stood there over her. Her head hung low, her hair a mess and over her face. She said nothing. I brought my hand up slowly and sniffed her essence, a sharp and sweet aroma. Delicious. She slowly looked up at me. Without a word I turned and walked back to the couch and sat back, looking out a window. Suddenly bored.
I looked back to her, she was looking at me with a mix of hate or shock, it really didn't matter.
"Go clean yourself up," I said to her with disgust.