Whitney Wright simmers with rage, her eyes blazing with resentment as Michael Vegas enters, catching her off guard. She lashes out, pushing him roughly. "Fuck you!" she spits, but Michael isn't one to back down. He grabs her, pinning her against the wall, their faces inches apart. "Is that what you want?" he growls. She struggles, but her moans betray her. He tears off her clothes, binding her wrists with his belt, and she screams in anger and lust. He slams into her, fucking her hard and rough, their bodies crashing together. Whitney's screams fill the room, a mix of fury and ecstasy as she claws at his back, drawing blood. Their hate-fuck is brutal and raw, a dance of anger and desire.