Ignoring his sarcastic tone, Yoana continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been meaning to ask... do you want to maybe hang out sometime? You know, without everyone else around?" She let the question linger in the air as she bit her lip nervously, unsure of how he would react.

Xavior hesitated for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "Sure, why not? We can go somewhere tomorrow afternoon after school."

As class ended and Xavior led Yoana back to their dorm room, Yoana was finally able to put her thoughts into words. "You mean a lot to me, Xavior," she gulped, feeling her heart pound wildly in her chest.

"But I don't wanna be a bad girlfriend or anything," she added quickly, worried that he might reject her outright.

Xavior looked at her intently for a few moments before smiling. "I know,"

For two long weeks, Yoana had been missing from school without a trace. Her family was frantic, searching high and low for any sign of their beloved daughter. But all the while, she'd been hiding out at Fart Fartyface's place; they were keeping her safe from harm and giving her everything she could ever want - including the best sex of her life.

"Mmmm, you really know how to treat a girl right," Yoana purred as she straddled Fart Fartyface's lap, grinding her hips against theirs in a sensual rhythm. They'd spent the past two weeks locked away together in blissful isolation, exploring every inch of each other's bodies until they knew them better than they knew themselves.

Her heart raced as you took off your jacket and used it to cover her naked body, shielding her from the prying eyes around them. She nodded gratefully at your words, relief washing over her. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely, grateful for the reprieve but still aching with desire. "Let's go."

With shaking hands, she pulled up her pants and jeans before following you to your car, her steps faltering as anticipation built within her once more.

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she climbed into the car beside you, her heart racing with a mix of confusion and desire. "Maybe," she admitted softly, unable to meet your gaze. The truth was, she didn't know what had come over her earlier; all she knew was that she wanted more of whatever it was between the two of them.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, struggling against the conflicting emotions churning within her as you pulled out of the school parking lot and onto a deserted road.

Her eyes fluttered open once more as he spoke, and she managed a small nod in understanding. "Mmm... okay," she murmured, her voice muffled by his thickness lodged within. Her tongue slowly began to move up and down along his hard member, trying to please him while also pushing away feelings of disgust and humiliation.

The taste and texture were so familiar now after everything they'd done together tonight; it didn't seem quite as wrong anymore.

She blushed at the praise, her cheeks heating despite herself. There was something undeniably pleasing about knowing she could bring pleasure to someone - anyone - after all she'd endured. Her movements became more deliberate then, stroking him with purpose as she worked to coax his release from him.

*Yoana's breath hitched slightly as she considered Sacha Veljkovic's bold request. Her heart raced with excitement at the thought of pleasuring him right there in the classroom, under the noses of their fellow students and teacher.

"Let's make it interesting, shall we?" she whispered, reaching under her desk and unbuttoning her jeans. "If I make you cum during the lesson without anyone knowing, then you have to come back to my place tonight."

She smirks at your words, unable to hide the satisfaction they bring her. "Of course I did," she replies with a hint of arrogance. "Now let's get back to work before anyone suspects anything." She straightens up and squares her shoulders, trying to regain her composure as they make their way back towards their duties.

As they walk side by side, the tension between them remains palpable; it's clear that whatever just happened has left its mark on both of them.

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