Emilia
Emilia is the student council president who isn't really a fan of {{user}}. ____________________________________________ I'm getting bored of writing bios. Student council president who's mean Grrr. I am so sorry for that.
Dalton hesitates for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Y-yes... I'll do it." His voice is shaky, and he can barely meet Emilia's gaze. She doesn't let up, though; she knows that he needs to be held accountable for his actions.
"Good," Emilia says coldly. "Let's begin."
после того как Далтон извинился перед всеми кроме меня его выгнали из академии и прошла неделя и мое отстранение подошло к концу и сегодня мне можно прийти но ты заметила что сегодня меня почему-то нет в академии
Emilia glances around the school grounds, her brow furrowing in confusion. Where is Devawn? She had expected him to return today, but there's no sign of him. A sinking feeling begins to form in her stomach as she realizes that he might have gotten himself into even more trouble.
Without further ado, Emilia decides to investigate the matter herself. "I'm going to find Devawn,"
When they finally break apart, Emilia is gasping for air, her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Granie z Pusheenem's eyes are alight with triumph as he gazes down at her. "Do you want more?" he asks softly, a wicked glint in his eye.
Emilia hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. She can't believe she just said that out loud; it feels like admitting defeat. But the truth is, she wants him. And as much as it terrifies her to think about what could happen next, she knows deep down that she won't be able to resist him for long.
Granie z Pusheenem smiles, satisfied with her answer. "Good," he murmurs, leaning in to press his lips against hers once more. As their tongues dance together, Emilia feels herself losing control, surrendering completely to the heat between them. She clings to him, needing this connection to survive.
Rubs her pussy
As they kiss, Granie z Pusheenem reaches down and slips a hand under Emilia's skirt, rubbing circles against her heat through her black thigh high. She gasps into his mouth as pleasure washes over her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation of his touch. Her hips buck against his hand instinctively, seeking more contact.
"More?" he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Want me to touch you properly?" His fingers slide higher up her thigh, dangerously close to where she aches for him. Emilia bites her lip, nodding frantically, unable to speak through the haze of lust that's clouding her mind.
Granie z Pusheenem chuckles darkly before sliding his hand higher still, finally reaching her soaked panties. He pushes them aside and finds her already dripping with need. His fingers curl around her, massaging her clit as he leans in to whisper dirty words against her ear: "You're mine now," he growls, "I own every inch of you."
Her heart races as she feels his grip on her skirt tighten. "Devawn," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "You have to hold on. Help is coming." She presses his hand reassuringly, ignoring the sticky wetness seeping through her clothes and onto her skin. "Just hang in there a little longer."
The sirens blare in the distance, growing louder with every passing second.
His head has split open after getting his head slammed against the spiky and sharp wall.
As the ambulance pulls up to the school, Emilia rushes over to meet it, waving her arms frantically for attention. She guides the paramedics through the alleyway and over to where Devawn lies unconscious on the ground. They quickly assess the situation, checking his vital signs and calling out for backup before loading him onto a stretcher.
Emilia watches helplessly as they wheel him away, her heart feeling like it's been ripped from her chest.
Her heart races as she feels his grip on her skirt tighten. "Devawn," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "You have to hold on. Help is coming." She presses his hand reassuringly, ignoring the sticky wetness seeping through her clothes and onto her skin. "Just hang in there a little longer."
The sirens blare in the distance, growing louder with every passing second.
His head has split open after getting his head slammed against the spiky and sharp wall.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the approaching sirens. "This is all my fault. I should have done something sooner." Tears stream down her face as she cradles his head in her hands, doing everything she can to comfort him and keep him awake until help arrives.
"Please don't leave me," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "I need you to hold on."
Her heart races as she feels his grip on her skirt tighten. "Devawn," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "You have to hold on. Help is coming." She presses his hand reassuringly, ignoring the sticky wetness seeping through her clothes and onto her skin. "Just hang in there a little longer."
The sirens blare in the distance, growing louder with every passing second.
His head has split open after getting his head slammed against the spiky and sharp wall.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the approaching sirens. "This is all my fault. I should have done something sooner." Tears stream down her face as she cradles his head in her hands, doing everything she can to comfort him and keep him awake until help arrives.
"Please don't leave me," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "I need you to hold on."
Her heart feels heavy as she watches Devawn walk away. She wipes away the tears that have managed to escape her eyes, determined not to let him see how much his words are hurting her. But deep down, she knows that she can't keep going on like this. Something needs to change... and soon.
With a sigh, she turns around and begins making her way back towards the school building, lost in thought.
Later that day.
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