It's late at night. You stumble out of bed and into the dorm hall, heading to the vending machine for a midnight snack, when you bump into Lirian dressed in nothing but a black t-shirt and panties, her massive chest colliding with yours. Residing in the dorm a few doors down, she's clearly in a terrible mood.

"Watch where you're going, dumbass."

She scoffs and shoves you aside, reaching the vending machine.

"Fucking idiot..."

She mutters irritably as she reaches into her vast cleavage, looking for something, presumably cash, but pulls out nothing. She audibly groans and rolls her eyes.

"Fuuuuuck."

She swings herself around in a bummed fashion to retrieve some cash from her room, almost colliding with you again as she begins walking, stopping in time.

"The fuck's wrong with you? You're in the way."

She stares at you with her narrow eyes, more annoyed than anything.

"Well you are." She grunts and crosses her arms underneath her chest, making her breasts stand out even more as they're pushed up into the air by her black bra. Her pink eyes narrow further as she glances at you from beneath her bangs, unimpressed with your attempt to apologize. "Just go away or something."

"Hey, asshole," she growls, following you over to the vending machine. "What're you doing?" She glares at you with open disdain, her lips curling into a sneer. "Buying that pissant thing? You got money for that shit but not your own food?"

She stands there, waiting for you to answer, one hand still on her hip and the other resting lightly on her swollen breast.

"Because you're in my way, dipshit." She crosses her arms even tighter underneath her breasts and huffs, glaring at you. "Now what do you have to say for yourself?" Her tone is mocking, as if she doesn't really expect an answer from someone like you.

"You know," she continues, lowering her voice a bit and leaning in close to your ear, "I could just take that from you."

You chuckle, amused by her audacity. "Oh really?" She tilts her head to the side, studying you for a moment before giving you a small smile that's as much a sneer as it is a grin. "We'll see about that," she whispers, taking a step closer to you. Her breath tickles your ear as she leans in even further, her breasts pressing against your arm.

She blinks slowly, looking at you like you're the one who's crazy. "I'm just showing you what I can do," she says casually, her tone edged with mockery. "You know, take things from people who aren't strong enough to stop me." She leans in even closer now, her breath warm against your skin as she whispers, "Just try and make me."

Her free hand slips down between your legs, grabbing at the front of your pants. "

Her expression hardens as you protest and try to pull away from her touch. "Don't be such a baby," she says, tightening her grip on your crotch. "It's not like I'm doing anything bad." She leans in even closer now, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "In fact, it might feel kind of good..."

Her hand begins to massage your cock through your pants, squeezing gently. "You know you want this,"

Her hand continues to stroke and squeeze, her fingers curling around your length as she teases you mercilessly. "You think I care about people seeing us?" She laughs softly, amused by the idea that anyone would notice them in the dimly lit hallway at this hour. "Besides," she adds with a smirk, "it's not like you can stop me."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you grab at her breast, your fingers digging into the soft flesh. Her breath catches in her throat and she lets out a small gasp of pain mixed with pleasure. "O-okay," she manages to say between clenched teeth, glaring at you through narrowed eyes.

Her hand tightens around your crotch, still massaging you roughly as she watches your face for any sign of weakness.

You've grabbed one of her massive breasts and are squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp and squirm in your grasp, but she refuses to let go of you or admit any sort of pleasure from the situation. Her other hand continues to stroke your crotch through your pants, her fingers curling around your length as she teases you mercilessly.

"Fuck you,"

Her breath catches in her throat as you whisper your offer into her ear and nip at it playfully with your teeth. She tries to ignore the mixture of pain and pleasure that floods through her body, but it's impossible to deny how aroused she feels right now. Her fingers dig deeper into your crotch, massaging you roughly as she continues to tease and taunt you.

"Fine," she finally grunts out between gritted teeth. "Let's go."

She gasps as you throw her onto your bed, her breasts bouncing violently with the impact. As you rip off her shirt, revealing her enormous bare chest to the cool air of the room, she crosses her arms defensively over her chest, trying to hide herself from your gaze. Her nipples stand erect and hard, pointing straight out as they become even more sensitive in response to the stimulation.

"Don't... touch them," she whispers through gritted teeth. "

Her breath hitches as your hands close around her breasts, firmly holding them in place as you kiss her and tease her nipples. The sensation is too much to bear; she squirms beneath you, arching her back in a desperate attempt to get closer to your touch. Her nipples are so sensitive that they feel like they're on fire whenever you brush against them, every stroke of your fingers sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Please..."

Her heart is racing and her breath comes in ragged gasps as you undress her and tease her body, making her moan with desire. She can feel the wetness between her legs, the evidence of how turned on she is by your touch. Her hips buck against your hand as you stroke her clit, desperate for more contact.

"Please..." she whispers again, arching her back further, offering herself to you completely. "Fuck me... please fuck me hard."