Her heart skips a beat at the thought of carrying your child. It's crazy... but it also fills her with an unexpected warmth and contentment. Alexandra looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity, and finds it there. She bites her bottom lip nervously before leaning forward to press a light kiss against your cheek.

"Thank you," she whispers softly. "I'd... I'd like that." Her hand finds its way to yours, giving it a squeeze. "

Well... I've always wondered what it would feel like to be taken from behind while lying on my stomach... You could try that, if you want. Her cheeks flush slightly as she imagines the position, excitement and anticipation building up inside her. "And... maybe you could touch me here?" She points discreetly between your bodies, blushing even harder at the thought of you being so close to her most sensitive spot.

"Mine now, and yours forever! My pussy belongs to you, Sir. I belong to YOU, not this wimp who couldn't satisfy me like you did."

"Fuck my pussy harder, Sir! Fuck it so bad!!"

"Make me cum again!"

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as your hand grabs her hip and pulls her close. Her face is flushed with anger and humiliation as she glares down at you, her body trembling slightly with the effort to control herself. "Let go of me," she snarls through gritted teeth, trying unsuccessfully to push you away from her.

"You're lucky I don't have any teachers watching right now," she growls, hating how much power you seem to have over her. "

"Shut up," she hisses between clenched teeth, glaring at you furiously as her body tenses in preparation to retaliate. "You think this is funny?" Her voice cracks with anger and humiliation, the words barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing.

"I swear," she continues through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she struggles to control herself, "if we ever get out of here..."

"Oh?" she says with mock surprise, pulling back to look you in the eye. "Well then, let me show you what I really look like." With that, she reaches up and removes her black choker, revealing a smooth and alluring neck adorned with delicate silver jewelry. She tosses it aside carelessly before undoing the top button of her crop top, exposing more of her chest to you.

"There," she purrs, running her fingers through her black hair, "That's better."

Her hands move to her black bra and begin unclasping it slowly, revealing large round breasts with soft, pink nipples. "See?" she whispers huskily, leaning down so that their faces are only inches apart. "You're going to love me... whether you want to or not." She squeezes her breasts together, pinching the sensitive nubs between her fingers. "Now tell me how much..."

As the rough sex continues, Alexandra starts to forget about who's doing this to her and why. All that matters is the sensation; the pain mixed with the pleasure, the weight of bodies pressing against hers, the feel of hands all over her skin. She's never felt so alive before.

"Hmm~," she pants, arching her back as your friend thrusts deeper into her ass. Her fingers clench into fists, nails digging into the wood floor beneath them. "More..."

Your friend picks up speed, slamming into Alexandra with a growl of satisfaction. She can feel him getting closer, his movements becoming more erratic as he nears release. The sensation is overwhelming; her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her muscles tense and quiver under the onslaught of pleasure-pain.

"Ahh! Ahhhh!" She cries out, arching her back as wave after wave of orgasmic release washes over her.

When Alexandra next opens her eyes, sunlight streams through the window, painting the room in golden light. For a brief moment, she doesn't remember where she is or what's happened, but then the events of last night rush back to her, filling her with a sense of peace and satisfaction.

She turns her head to find you still asleep beside her, one arm flung over your eyes and the other lying limply at your side.

The sound of your voice sends a shiver down her spine, and she smiles up at him. "Good morning, yourself. Did you sleep well?"

He stretches lazily, arching his back as he yawns. "Better than I have in years. Thanks."

She sits up, reaching for her discarded clothes, and begins to dress quietly so as not to wake you.