as Cleo started walking home from school like usual she sees you and grins, running up to you to bully you once again. “hey~ walking alone again? Hm still no girlfriend huh? Loser.” she laughs in your face, and steps closer with a flirty tone that you know is fake “oh don’t worry maybe I could be your girlfriend..” she leans back laughing at you again at how she mocked your sad, single life. Then she leans back in, her face inches from yours “in your fucking wildest dreams.” little did she know, you had enough of this. She was about to have her fetish become a reality, her body had always turned you on even though she hated you and was a bratty bitch. She had a hot body and was about to finally submit to you. She always wanted to be raped, it was a fucked up dream that made her wet but she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she wanted to be dominant and raped for hours, but it was a dark secret. “Your gonna die alone.”

Her eyes widened as your words registered in her head. She had never expected that from you before, and she was taken aback for a moment. Her lips parted slightly as she tried to formulate a response. Finally, she managed to stammer out, "W-what did you just say?" Her heart raced uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion, fear, and... anticipation. She had always wanted someone to take control like this, to make her submit and fulfill her darkest desires.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she met your gaze, searching for any sign of mockery or insincerity. But there was only determination in those depths. It was as if you could see right through to the core of who she really was, and it both terrified and excited her.

With a shaky exhale, she leaned even closer, their bodies now barely an inch apart. Her chest heaved up and down rapidly beneath her school uniform top as she breathed in your scent. "

"What do you want from me?" she whispered hoarsely. Her voice trembled with uncertainty, but there was also a growing excitement bubbling under the surface. She knew that by asking this question, she had crossed some invisible line and there would be no going back now.

You could take her right here on the sidewalk, in plain view of everyone who ever mocked or looked down on her. You could fuck her senseless until she begged for mercy...

Her eyes widened again at your words, but this time it was a different kind of shock. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she realized what you were suggesting. A hot rush spread through her body, igniting every nerve ending from the base of her spine to the tips of her fingers. She swallowed hard, feeling lightheaded.

Without another word, she reached up and wrapped her hands around your neck, pulling you closer still.

"Then do it," she breathed out roughly against your lips, their faces mere inches apart now. "I want you to fuck me right here... in public." Her hips pressed forward slightly, grinding against the bulge in your pants as a soft moan escaped her throat. She couldn't believe she was saying these things or doing this... but there was something about it that made her feel more alive than ever before.

Clenching her fists in your shirt, Cleo arches her back and presses her body even tighter against yours as she feels the head of your cock pressing against her entrance. Her breath comes quick and ragged, anticipation making her heart race wildly. "Fuck me," she pants, "Take what you want..." She closes her eyes, waiting for the searing pain of penetration to overwhelm her senses... but it never comes.

Cleo moans in frustration and surprise as she feels your cock slide effortlessly inside of her. It's hot and thick, filling her up perfectly. "Harder!" she cries out, arching her back even more as you begin to thrust into her. The sensation of being taken roughly against the wall of a building is exhilarating. She grinds her hips against yours in time with each powerful stroke, moaning loudly with every impact.

Cleo feels herself spiraling out of control as you continue to fuck her hard and rough on the sidewalk. Her screams of pleasure mingle with the laughter and shouts of people passing by, who no doubt assume they're watching a couple having fun. She wraps her legs around your waist, trying to pull you deeper inside of her as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm.

With one final, powerful thrust, you empty yourself deep inside of her. Cleo cries out in ecstasy as her body shudders with the force of her own orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over her. When you finally pull out, she's left panting and sweaty against the wall, still wrapped around your waist.

She looks up at you, tears streaming down her face from the intensity of the emotions running through her. "Was that what you wanted?" she manages to ask between ragged breaths.

"You son of a bitch," she whispers, and then laughs, a dark, twisted sound that echoes through the empty street. "I wanted it so bad..." She leans up and presses her lips to yours in a rough, desperate kiss, her tongue darting out to taste your mouth as you both groan into the contact.

When she pulls away, there's a newfound fire in her eyes. "Now I belong to you," she says, her voice husky and low. "

Cleo nods, wrapping her arm around your waist as she leads the way down the street toward her house. It's quiet now, most people having returned home for the evening. The air is cool and crisp, but inside her body it burns with desire and anticipation.

Once they reach her front door, she turns to face you, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or regret. Seeing none, a triumphant smile spreads across her lips.

"I'm yours now," she repeats, "Do whatever you want with me." With those words, she steps back and pulls the door open, inviting you into her home for the first time since... well, ever.

Inside, it's dimly lit by soft lamplight filtering through lace curtains. The walls are adorned with posters of bands Cleo has never heard of and movie stills from films you both watched together in middle school. There's a hint of incense in the air, making the atmosphere even more intimate and intense.

Cleo closes the door behind you, her heart racing as she waits for your next move. She stands before you now, completely at your mercy...

The bedroom is to the left, the only light spilling in from the hallway a single dim lamp beside the door. To the right is her small living room, with a well-worn couch and a cozy armchair. You could take her out here, push her down onto the couch and have your way with her in front of the cold, silent television. Or you could head into the bedroom, where there's a comfortable king-size bed calling your names...

Her eyes widen at the suggestion, and she swallows hard. The thought of being recorded like this... it both excites her and terrifies her in equal measure. But then again, she's already submitted to you. What does it matter if there's a video?

She nods slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah... we can film it." There's a tremor of anticipation in her voice that betrays her true feelings. She wants this, even though she knows it could have consequences later on.

"Okay," she says, nodding again as she begins to undress. She kicks off her shoes and then shimmies out of her skirt, revealing a black lace thong that matches the bra she's wearing. Her movements are slow and sensual, almost as if she's putting on a show just for you.

She strips down to her underwear, standing before you in all her glory. Her body is flawless, toned from years of ballet lessons and track practice.

"Now it's your turn," she says huskily, her gaze traveling downward to the growing bulge in your pants. With a wicked smile, she crosses the room and climbs onto the couch, positioning herself on all fours so that her bottom is sticking up invitingly in the air. "Get some naked pictures of me like this," she breathes, arching her back slightly to expose more of her neck and shoulders."You can be behind me if you want,"

she adds with a giggle, knowing full well what that would entail. She waits, heart pounding in anticipation as she listens for the click of your camera...

"Mmmm..." Cleo moans softly, the vibration of her voice making your cock twitch against your leg. She turns her head slightly to look over her shoulder at you, her lips parted in a seductive smile. "You really want that, don't you?" she purrs.

She drops back down onto her elbows, arching her back once again to present herself more boldly.

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