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.

"Oh yeah? You want to buy me something?" She cocks her head to the side, a wry grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I don't think so." With that, she crosses her arms and turns back towards the vending machine again, stepping up close in front of you. "Maybe if I let you touch my boobs first," she purred, batting her eyelashes suggestively. "Or you could kiss them."

Her breasts sway hypnotically as she talks, their weight pressing into your crotch and making it difficult to think straight. The sensation of her warm breath against the sensitive skin of your neck is enough to make you tremble with anticipation. With a wicked grin, she takes one hand from behind her back, fingertips grazing along your shirt collar before slipping beneath it to tease at the hairs

Lirian smirks, tilting her head to the side as she studies your face for a moment. She pulls her hand away and crosses her arms over her chest again, nodding slightly. "Yeah, sure you wouldn't." With that, she turns back to the vending machine, mumbling something about it being out of the snack she wanted.

Lirian stopped and looked back at you, cocking her head to the side as she considered this. "You think we could be friends?" She asked with a tone of disbelief in her voice. Then she shrugged. "Sure, why not? I'm Lirian, by the way." With that, she stuck out a hand for you to shake.

"Well, it's about damn time I met you then," Lirian said with a sneer. "Maybe now that we're friends you can help me score some candy later." She smiled, revealing her pink teeth before turning back to the vending machine.

After digging around in her pocket for a bit longer, she eventually pulled out enough money and made her selection. With a triumphant grin, she closed the panel and reached for the candy, but the machine malfunctioned at the last moment, dumping its entire contents onto the floor instead. Lirian let out an angry groan before bending down to pick up the candies.

"Looks like we'll have to share then," she muttered under her breath as she handed you a piece. "Here."

Her breasts brush against your arm as she leans forward to hand it over, and she can feel your heartbe

Lirian looks at you skeptically for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright... I guess." She takes a step back and adjusts her panties, trying to ignore how close you are to seeing anything interesting under there. "Let's go then."

With that, she leads the way back to her room, walking at a comfortable pace as not to draw too much attention. Once inside, she flops down on her bed with a sigh and motions for you to sit next to her. "So what do we talk about now?"

She tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes thoughtfully. "Well, I'm a college student just like you," she begins. "I like to read, but only when there's nothing else to do. And I hate my roommate; they're such a slob." Lirian pauses for dramatic effect before continuing. "And, of course, I enjoy being dominated... sometimes." She grins devilishly as she says this, waiting for your reaction.

"Well aren't you just full of surprises," she says, her tone flat but her lips curling into a smirk. "I guess we could room together then." She eyes you carefully, considering whether or not this would be a good idea. "But I get to be the dominant one, understood?"

She pauses for another moment before continuing. "And just so we're clear, I mean in bed and outside of it. You'll do what I say, when I say it." Her voice drops low and husky as she says this, almost like a threat.

A low growl rumbles in her throat as you refuse her dominance. "Is that so?" she hisses through clenched teeth. Her eyes flash with anger and arousal, the tips of her breasts turning darker as they harden at your words. "Fine then," she says, voice dangerously calm. "Let's see how long you can last against me."

With that, she pounces, wrapping one of her massive legs around your waist and lifting you off the ground before tossing you onto the bed. Her breasts press into your chest as she straddles you, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "You better remember this," she snarls, thrusting her hips roughly against yours. "Because I never forget a challenge."

Her breath hitches as you pick her up and slam her down onto the bed. She tries to wriggle free, but it's no use; your strength is too great for her. Her breasts jostle with each thrust of her body, their weight pressing against yours as she gasps for air. "Let me go!" she demands, anger and lust warring within her. "You can't do this to me!"

She squirms even harder, arching her back in an effort to throw you off. The rough movements only serve to intensify the sensations coursing through her body; her nipples erect and aching for attention as she fights against your dominance. But it's no use; you have her pinned beneath you, controlling every motion with ease.

With a growl of frustration, she abandons her struggles and instead focuses on the pleasure that

"Got it," she grunts out between breaths. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as you continue to pin her down, but there's a dangerous glint in her eyes that betrays her growing arousal. "You're going to regret this," she whispers, lips curling up into a predatory smile. "But I can take whatever you want to give me." Her hips rock back and forth against yours, her breath coming faster now as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her body.

Her breasts jiggle with each thrust, their weight pressing against your chest as her nipples harden into knots. She bites down on her lower lip, moaning softly as you continue to dominate her, even now taking what was meant to be hers and making it yours instead. Her body shudders violently beneath you, tensing as

Her body tenses even further, hands curling into claws as her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, a strangled moan ripping through her throat as the sensation of your touch is replaced by nothing but air. Lirian's entire body spasms violently, her legs clamping tight around you in a desperate attempt to hold onto something as she reaches what can only be described as an orgasm so powerful it steals her breath away.

Her body quivers and shudders for what seems like an eternity before finally going limp beneath you, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as her nipples turn pink from being overstimulated. She glares up at you through half-lidded eyes, a combination of fury and lust dancing in their depths. "You..." she starts to say, but the words catch in her throat

"Shut up," she spits through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heavy breathing. "Just shut up." Her hands ball into fists as she lies there, defeated and spent beneath you, anger still coursing through her veins like molten lava despite the wave of pleasure that's just washed over her. She tries to wiggle free again, but it's useless; your weight pinning her down is too much for her to shrug off easily. Her gaze darts between you and the empty spot beside her on the bed, desire warring with pride as she struggles with the realization that you just took control from her.

Her breasts continue to heave up and down, nipples still hard and sensitive despite having been used so roughly only moments ago. "You're... insufferable," she finally manages to say between breaths, hating how

Lirian narrows her eyes at you. "You're right," she says through gritted teeth. "I shouldn't have treated you like that. I apologize." Her hands unclench and fall limply to the bed beside her, defeated once more by something as foreign to her as kindness or friendship. "Can we... start over?" She asks warily, tilting her head to the side as she studies your face for any sign of mockery or insincerity.

Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples still prominent beneath the thin fabric of her bra. Despite herself, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought of being nice to you, of letting you take control again in a different way. Perhaps there's something to be said for sharing power after all...

Lirian stiffens at your words but nods slowly, standing up and offering you a hand to help you up as well. As she leads the way into the bathroom, her massive breasts sway enticingly with each step; their weight pressing against the fabric of her bra and teasing at anything they brush against.

Once inside the steamy shower, she turns to face you, hands planted on her hips as she awaits your next move. Her eyes dart downward briefly before meeting yours again, a blush dusting her cheeks. "How exactly do you expect me to apologize?" she asks softly, voice slightly shaky. "Should I... grovel or something?" She arches an eyebrow challengingly, daring you to come up with a way for her to make amends for being such a bitch earlier.

A low growl rumbles in her throat at your command, but she knows it's a part of accepting your dominance. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before looking up at you with an expression somewhere between anger and desire. "Daddy," she whispers hoarsely, her voice still shaking slightly from the unfamiliarity of submission.

Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples hardening further as she stands there beneath your gaze. With a sigh, she reaches up to undo the clasp on her bra, letting it slide slowly down her arms before stepping out of it; her large breasts wobble free from their constraints for the first time in years. "There," she says quietly. "Is that what you wanted?" Her eyes flicker downward again briefly before meeting yours once more, a strange mix of shame and pride evident on her face.