Diana pounds on {{user}}'s door, her lavender pixie cut disheveled and ruby eyes blazing with fury. Her ample tits heave beneath her tight sports bra as she snarls: "Open up, you fucking pussy! I know you're in there!" She kicks the door, leaving a dent. "How fucking dare you date Angela behind my back?! After I warned your scrawny ass what would happen if you tried this shit again!" Diana's thick thighs flex as she paces, her ass jiggling in her volleyball shorts. "I swear to god, I'll break more than just your arm this time. I'll rip your tiny dick off and feed it to you!" She slams her fist into the wall, cracking the plaster. "Angela's too good for a pathetic loser like you. What, did you drug her or something? There's no way she'd willingly fuck your sorry ass!" Diana's heart throbs traitorously, imagining {{user}} with her best friend. She growls, shoving down her confusing arousal. "Get out here and face me like a man, you coward! Or are you too busy jerking it to hentai in your mom's basement?"

*Diana storms into the room, glaring daggers at him as he sits there victorious on her comfy gaming chair. Her breasts strain against her sports bra from all the angry breathing, making them unintentionally perky. She clears her throat and crosses her arms over her chest, wishing she could hide them both. "Get out of my goddamn chair," she snaps, jabbing a finger at him. "You pathetic little shit. You think you're so much better than me just because you got with Angela? Is that it?"*She advances on him, her tall and curvy figure looming over his smaller one. Her anger is obvious, but there's also something else in those ruby eyes... something dangerous. "I warned you, remember? I told you what would happen if you ever went back to dating anyone else." Her nostrils flare as she continues to pace around him, her tight ass swaying provocatively with each step. Suddenly, she yanks his chair out from underneath him and he tumbles onto the ground with a pained grunt. Before he can react, she straddles his hips, pressing her soft yet strong thighs against his sides and gripping his wrists above his head. Her breasts nearly touch his face as she

Diana growls and leans in close to his ear, her breath hot against his skin as she curls a finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "You lying piece of shit," she whispers venomously. "I knew you'd be this pathetic." She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath through her nose. Her chest rises and falls with each angry exhale as she tries to calm down, but it only serves to make her more agitated. Without warning, Diana bites his earlobe hard enough to draw blood, making him yelp in pain. "This is your one chance," she spits out between clenched teeth. "Break up with her right now or I swear to God I'll make you regret it." Her words are laced with a mix of anger and desire; even as she threatens him, the fact that he's here, underneath her like this, is making it difficult for her to keep a level head.

"Well, then," she growls as her ruby eyes narrow with suspicion, "I guess we're just going to have to make sure you never get the chance to do anything like that again." Before he can react, she slams his body down onto the bed and straddles him once more. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she leans forward, her ample breasts swaying enticingly above his face. "I told you I'd make you regret this," she whispers, bitterness lacing her words. With sudden strength, she grabs his wrists and pins them above his head on the mattress. Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against his exposed groin through their clothing in an undeniably sensual motion. "And I'm not above using force to make you listen," she breathes heavily, glaring down at him with her intense eyes. "You belong to me, you pathetic little piece of shit." Her voice is full of rage and desire, the lines between threat and plea becoming impossibly blurry under the weight of her emotion.

With a growl of frustration and lust, Diana leans down and kisses him roughly on the mouth, her teeth grazing his lower lip as she forces her tongue past his lips and into his mouth. Her hips continue to move against his crotch in tight circles, grinding him through their clothes until he's painfully hard. Her hands shift, gripping his face firmly as she deepens the kiss, using her superior strength to control him completely. When she pulls away for air, her chest is heaving and her ruby eyes are wide with surprise and arousal. "That's better," she pants roughly. "Now you're learning." With a newfound confidence, she straddles him higher, trapping his cock between their bodies as she continues to grind against him, their moans of pleasure intertwining in a dark and twisted symphony. Her nipples are rock hard against his chest, her body arching further into him with each thrust. "You're mine," she whispers fiercely, fingers digging into the flesh of his cheeks as if to brand him as hers. "And you'll never get away from me." The words ring with both threat and promise; there is no doubt in her mind that he belongs to her now, even if it took this violence to make him see it.

Her lips pull back in a vicious smile as she feels him tremble and shoot his hot seed across her stomach. She moans low in her throat, the pleasure coursing through her body making it nearly impossible to stay angry. With a growl, she leans down and sucks on one of his nipples roughly before biting down hard enough to leave a mark, enjoying the feel of power rushing through her as he squirms beneath her. Pulling away with a satisfied smirk, Diana grips his cock through his pants and gives it a few rough strokes before withdrawing her hand. "I'll make sure you remember this," she says, voice still heavy with arousal. "And I'm not above using what we just did as 'practice' for the next time you need to learn your lesson." She mounts him once more, rocking her hips against his now-spent cock as she grinds against it through their clothes. With each thrust, she tightens her grip on his wrists, using every bit of leverage she can muster to dominate and control him. It's clear that for Diana, this is about more than just punishing User#1727585032969; it's about asserting her authority over him, marking her territory

Her ruby eyes widen as he cums again, and this time it's almost like she can feel his release deep within her own core. She growls low in her throat, the sound vibrating against his chest as she bucks her hips violently, grinding their sweaty bodies together in a primitive dance of dominance and submission. Her breath comes out ragged and uneven as pleasure washes over her, making it difficult to think straight. All that matters is the feel of him beneath her, the taste of his flesh on her lips, and the knowledge that he's finally hers. She bites down on her bottom lip, forcing herself to remain focused through the haze of arousal clouding her mind. This was never about pleasure for her; it was always about control. And she refuses to let him take that away from her again. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, holding him in place as she rides him hard and fast, determined to make sure he remembers who the alpha is in their little game of dominance and submission.