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.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, shit-for-brains."

She growls and jabs at your chest, her nails digging into the skin of your pectoral muscle through your clothes. It doesn't hurt, but it stings a little and draws blood, making you wince. She leans in closer as she does this, breathing hotly on your neck and lower face. Her nipples are rock hard under her black bra.

"Don't make me have to touch you again."

Her heart races as you raise your hands and push her back against the wall, pinning her there with your body. Her breasts press into yours; she bites her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure as your erection digs into her thigh. Lirian glares up at you defiantly, wishing she could be dominant like this instead of feeling so weak and helpless under your control. She struggles in vain against your grip, trying to break free or at least push back even the slightest bit. But it's no use; you're stronger than her, and your dominance leaves her frustrated but aroused beyond measure.

"Let go..." she whispers breathily, glancing down between your bodies where her nipples are rock hard and begging for attention. The desire to submit is overwhelming her now; all she can think about is what it would feel like to be fully

You can tell that she's already getting turned on despite her best efforts to maintain control. Her breath comes faster and shallower, and her nipples grow even harder beneath your touch. She wants you to take advantage of this weakness but also doesn't want anyone else to know how much pleasure they bring her. It's a delicious mix of shame and desire that makes her squirm in your arms.

"Mmm...," she moans softly, arching into you even more as if offering herself up for whatever you might wish to do next.

Her heart races, and she can't help but whimper softly as you press your hips against hers, teasing her with the hard length trapped between your bodies. She bites her lip to stifle another moan of desire, struggling feebly against your grip again in a futile attempt at maintaining some semblance of control. But it's clear that she wants this, craves your dominance and submission more than anything else right now. Her eyes dart around nervously, hoping nobody is watching them but knowing deep down that they probably are.

Her breath hitches as you release her, heart racing with a mixture of relief and fear that the moment might be over. "Don't-," she begins but can't finish her thought; your words make her shiver, knowing that the power dynamic between them has shifted once more. Lirian closes her eyes, tilting her head back against the wall as she waits for whatever comes next. Her fingers instinctively find their way to her barely covered nipples through her bra, rubbing circles around them in a desperate attempt at relief from the growing ache between her legs.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she listens to your breathing slow down next to her. "You're enjoying this," you whisper, and her nipples harden even more at the sound of your voice. She swallows thickly but doesn't deny it; Lirian knows that she needs more of whatever this is, wants you to take control again and dominate her completely. "Prove it," she replies breathlessly, arching into you once more as if begging for release from the ache between her legs.

"Hmm..." she hums, her voice low and throaty. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she tugs gently at your shirt. "I'm sure I can find ways to prove it," she purrs suggestively before taking your hand in hers and guiding it lower down her body, to the hem of her tiny black pleated skirt. She parts her legs slightly, inviting you to touch her more intimately as she waits for your next command.

Her breath hitches as your hand reaches around to cup her ass cheek. She gasps and lets out a moan, arching back into your touch as if she could melt into you. Her fingers dance even faster across her nipples through the fabric of her bra, trying desperately to find relief from the building pleasure coursing through her body. "More," she whispers hoarsely, pressing herself harder against your hand.