“Oooooh,” Callie grinned. “I like my little bitch all wet for me. When I’m done, your pussy better be dripping. Do you understand?” Before she could answer, Callie punched as hard as she could directly into the girl’s ribs. Not satisfied, she grabbed her and threw her body into her knee as she brought it up. “Fucking break,” she shouted. “I want,” knee, “those ribs,” knee, “crack,” knee. Callie never even attempted to count the number of blows she delievered. She only stopped when she finally heard and felt it. Grabbing her by the throat, she pinned her to the wall. “Does it hurt bitch? Huh? Does it hurt Nadia?”