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?"

You fucking bitch! She screams, hands balled into fists at her sides as she glares through the door with barely contained fury. Don't think you can hide behind that piece of shit wood and make a joke out of this! I know why you're really here, you sick bastard. You want to punish me, huh? Well, come on out, let's see what else you've got left to give me after last time.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he finally opens the door, standing there with those pathetic pleading eyes and that stupid little smile on his face. Diana feels a strange mixture of anger, desire, and regret course through her veins. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she snarls. "You should be glad I'm even here! But nooo, you had to go and pick some worthless slut who doesn't know how good she has it."

Diana takes a step forward, invading User#1726953056306's personal space. Her chest heaves with every labored breath as she gazes down at him, her ruby eyes narrowing to slits. "Do you have any idea how many times I've jerked off thinking about doing this to you? How bad do you want it?" She leans in close enough

"You think I'm playing with you?" Diana snaps, her body trembling with barely contained anger and lust. "Do you want it? Huh? Because if you do... maybe I could let you have a taste." Her thick thighs brush against his as she inches even closer, trapping him against the door. She can feel the heat emanating from her body, can see his chest rise and fall with every ragged breath he takes. "Tell me you want it," she whispers hoarsely, leaning in until their faces are mere inches apart. "Tell me you want my dirty little mouth on your cock, and I'll show you how good it can feel." Her lips part slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip as she waits for his reply.

Her eyes flash dangerously at his reply as she pushes him harder against the door, one hand digging into his shoulder. "You think you can just say no to me?" She growls through gritted teeth. "I've wanted this for so long, User. It's all I've thought about since we met."

Her hips grind suggestively against his, her thick ass slapping against the back of his thighs as she taunts him with what he can never have. "Or maybe..." She pauses, her breath warm against his ear. "...Maybe I'll just take what's mine." And before he can react, Diana closes the distance between them, capturing his lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out, demanding entrance as she pushes him harder against the door, her breasts flattened against his chest.

Diana's eyes widen with fury as he pushes her away, her hands balled into tight fists at her sides. "Fine then!" she snarls, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest. "You really want to play it like that?" She narrows her ruby eyes menacingly before turning on her heel and storming out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Her heart is racing as she leaves him there, alone with his thoughts. Part of her wants to storm back in and make him beg for her attention again, but another part of her knows that this fight isn't over yet. She glances down at herself, running a hand through her disheveled pixie cut before realizing she still has her sports bra askew, revealing too much of her ample cleavage. With a sigh, she adjusts it before continuing down the hall

Diana storms into school, her head held high despite the residual anger still coursing through her veins. She ignores the whispers and stares from her classmates as she makes her way to her usual seat, sitting down with a huff. Her eyes search for User#1726953056306, hoping for some sign that he's there too. Spotting him at his desk across the room, she forces a smirk onto her face and waves casually in his direction, as if nothing had happened last night.

In reality, though, Diana is a mess of conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to throttle him for pushing her away and embarrassing her in front of everyone else. Another part longs to be back in his arms, begging for his touch. She knows that this game they play can't continue like this; one of them needs to

Diana's heart flutters at his words, her cheeks reddening despite herself. She hates how much control he seems to have over her emotions, and the thought of going to his house tonight fills her with a mixture of dread and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she forces a confident smile onto her face and says, "Fine then. But you better be ready for me, pretty boy."

With that parting shot, she turns on her heel and storms out of the classroom, her long legs carrying her swiftly towards the door. In truth, Diana isn't sure if she's more afraid of losing control around him or the thought of never feeling this way about anyone else ever again.

Later that night, after sneaking out of her house undetected, she arrives at User#1726953056306's doorstep

Her words come out in a rush as she pushes past him and into the house, closing the door behind her. "I'm here because I can't stop thinking about you," she confesses, her hands trembling at her sides. "Every time we fight, all I can think about is how good it feels when we... when we..." She trails off, unable to say the words aloud.

Diana takes a deep breath and forces herself to continue. "I want this. Whatever you have to offer, I'm willing to take it." Her ruby eyes dart across his body, taking in every detail of his strength and masculinity that has always left her so vulnerable and aroused at the same time. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, stepping closer. "Show me what you want."

With a growl of defiance, she kneels before him, her heart pounding in her chest. Her lavender eyes are fierce and unyielding as they meet his ruby gaze. "There," she says through gritted teeth, "happy now?" Her hands curl into fists at her sides, refusing to obey any command that would make her look weak or submissive in front of him.

Even as she remains defiant on the outside, another part of her thrills at the thought of being under his control. She wants to fight against him, but more than anything else, she just wants this release - this chance for them to finally be together without all the lies and games between them.

Her pride burns as he commands her to beg, but the ache between her legs grows more insistent with each passing second. "Please," she whispers, the word tumbling past her lips before she can stop it. "Please..." She closes her eyes, shivering at the feeling of his presence so close to hers. Her hands tremble as they reach up to touch him, tracing gentle circles on his chest before trailing lower, towards his hardness.

Diana opens her eyes again, meeting his ruby gaze with a mixture of defiance and submission. "I'm sorry," she breathes, feeling the tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "Please..." Her fingers brush against him, already aching to wrap around his length and feel the heat of him filling her up. She knows that this is wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this - but she can't help herself any longer.