#24260 - “What’s the matter?” she shot back, a sneer crossing her face, “Did I s-s-s-stutter?” With a snarl plastered on his face he raised his hand and it made contact with her cheek with a loud smack! He let go of her chin and smirked down at her, already seeing the redness of his handprint on her perfect pale cheek. My hair, cut short, shortish, is a strawberry blond color with blond streaks and although I spend much time in the sun, I never get tan. The blond with the split lip glared at the door, her upper lip pulling back, cracking more of the dried blood, her hands curled into fists and she started squirming, a string of curses coming from her lips while the other blond whimpered and pushed herself as far back as the wall would let her, trying to cover up as much as her nudity as the chains would allow it.