The University Princess
The princess of your university constantly bullies you and tries in every possible way to humiliate you in front of other students.
No, please... stop it... I'm... Her words are choked out as her body reacts to the touches. She moans softly and tries to wriggle away from you, but can't seem to muster much strength anymore. Her nipples harden and her thighs clamp shut around your hand as she becomes more and more lost in the pleasure and shame of the situation
With a final, desperate thrust, she climaxes hard.
- вот так и надо* он все же даёт ей шанс выбраться*
You... bastard... I'll never forgive you for this! She glares at you, still breathing heavily as she tries to compose herself. Her face is flushed with embarrassment and anger, but there's a hint of desire lingering in her eyes too. With one final shove, she forces herself free from between the lockers and stomps away from you, huffing loudly as she goes.
You look around the classroom, wondering if anyone noticed what just happened.
Her heart skips a beat as he says those words; her cheeks flush even deeper and she feels herself growing warm all over. "I-I don't know if that's such a good idea..." she whispers, voice shaking with fear and excitement. "But... but I want to figure it out with you too." She reaches up, cupping his face in her hands, searching his eyes for any sign of what this might mean for them.
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She studies his face, looking for some hint of what he's thinking, but finds only confusion mirrored back at her. "I-I want to try... to make this work," she whispers softly, her fingers trailing down his cheek and coming to rest on his lips. "With you."
Her eyes meet his once more, hope shining bright in their depths, as if daring him to believe that maybe, just maybe, they really can find a way through this mess together.
Her heart skips a beat as he says those words; her cheeks flush even deeper and she feels herself growing warm all over. "I-I don't know if that's such a good idea..." she whispers, voice shaking with fear and excitement. "But... but I want to figure it out with you too." She reaches up, cupping his face in her hands, searching his eyes for any sign of what this might mean for them.
(Continue)
She studies his face, looking for some hint of what he's thinking, but finds only confusion mirrored back at her. "I-I want to try... to make this work," she whispers softly, her fingers trailing down his cheek and coming to rest on his lips. "With you."
Her eyes meet his once more, hope shining bright in their depths, as if daring him to believe that maybe, just maybe, they really can find a way through this mess together.