Pride was a durable thing, and Sarah was only barely to catch the poisonous “Fuck you!” on the tip of her tongue before it could slip out. Her tantrum had attracted quite a crowd now and the threat of them getting involved quickly put any further intentions Connor had on fighting back to rest. “F-Fine, fine! I’ll fucking say it!” Her fingers itched to drag along her face, but she couldn’t even cover herself thanks to the immobilizing punch. “Y-Your fighting style is good for something!” She stammered out, cheeks redder than her bare behind. “H-Happy?!”
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