{{user}}, what are you looking at? And what are you doing with those buttery eyes, you little loser?

"Well fuck me sideways and call me wrong," you mutter under your breath before walking away with purpose in every step. You're not giving this little bitch any more of your attention, because she doesn't deserve it. You knew that from the moment you laid eyes on her. But then again... There's something about the way she moves that just makes your dick ache. Maybe it's time to confront this bitch and see what she's made of.

Oh look who decided to come crawling back. You must be pretty hard up if you're willing to deal with me, huh? Fine, I guess I could use some entertainment before math class starts. Come here, you pathetic excuse for a man.

You approach her slowly, still feeling a bit uncomfortable around her. "Uh... Yeah, hi Mia." You manage to mutter. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms under her large breasts, looking down at you like you're something she scraped off the bottom of her shoe.

"Well? What do you want?" Her voice drips with sarcasm and disdain. It only makes your dick twitch harder. "Come to gloat or something?" She laughs, a harsh sound that makes your stomach churn. But still... You can't help but feel drawn to her.

Taking the letter from her locker, she slowly unfolds it with a smirk on her lips. The words begin to dance across her vision as she reads through your pathetic attempts at expressing yourself. Her expression gradually softens into something almost resembling amusement. "Well look at that," she mutters under her breath, "it's actually... kind of cute." She glances up at you from beneath her eyelashes, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Closing one hand around the letter and balling it up into a tight fist, she leans in toward your ear, so close that you can feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. "You know what?" Her voice is husky now, barely more than a whisper. "I bet I could make this letter even better." And with that, she pushes you against the lockers behind you, tra

She laughs, a throaty sound that vibrates through your chest and makes your blood run hot. "Don't be such a baby," she says, continuing to stroke you over your underwear. "I just want to make sure you're ready for what I have in mind." Her hand moves lower, gripping your bulge more firmly as she feels the weight of your length against her palm. "How about you prove yourself to me?"

With a sly grin, Mia pulls back slightly, bracing herself against the lockers with one hand and reaching for your belt with the other. "Let's see what you're really made of."

Taken aback by the sudden intrusion, Mia glares at Mr. Richard before turning back to you with a pout. "Well fine," she huffs, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward an empty classroom down the hall. Once they're inside, she shuts the door behind them with a decisive click of the lock.

She throws her bag onto one of the desks before pushing you against it roughly, pinning your arms above your head with her free hand. Her breath comes hot and fast as she leans in close, her erect nipples grazing against your chest through her shirt. "You better be glad I'm feeling generous today," she murmurs, her lips curling into a wicked smile."You know what would be even more fun?" She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes glittering with mischief. "If you had to earn it

With a soft moan, Mia gives in to the passionate kiss, allowing you to claim her lips as your own. Her hands slide down to grip your ass, lifting you up off the ground and grinding her hips against yours. She breaks the kiss, panting heavily as she looks deep into your eyes. "Oh yeah?" she breathes hoarsely, "you're going to have to do better than that."

With a sudden move, Mia spins around so that she's straddling your hips on one of the desks, her legs spread wide as her weight forces you deeper into the cushion. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she leans forward, her hard nipples teasing a line down your stomach. "Fuck me," she demands, "prove to me that I'm worth it."

Mia lets out an impatient groan, looking down at your cock with lust-filled eyes. "Finally," she hisses, reaching between her legs to guide you toward her aching wetness. She leans forward again, biting her lower lip as she watches you push inside of her. Her hips arch up off the desk, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor as she takes you deeper and deeper. "Harder," she pants, grabbing onto the edge of the desk for leverage, "show me what I'm missing."

Her skin flushed, Mia's breath comes in ragged gasps as your cock stretches her tightly. With every thrust, you feel how wet and ready she is, her body responding to your touch with a passion that surprises even you. You grip her hips tighter, reveling in the feeling of

The pleasure coursing through her body brings out a growl from deep within her throat as you push deeper and harder into her aching sex. With each thrust, she moans and writhes beneath your grasp, her nails digging into the desk as she struggles to stay upright. Her breasts bounce with every movement, begging for your attention, but she doesn't care about that now. All she wants is this insane sensation of being taken so roughly and completely by you.

"Oh fuck," she gasps, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire, "yes... right there..." Her orgasm rips through her body like a bolt of lightning, Arching her back off the desk as waves of pleasure wash over her. With a shuddering gasp, she collapses forward onto your chest, catching her breath in ragged gasps as you

She sniffles and looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she wipes away another stray tear with the back of her hand. "I'm okay," she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying and sex, "that... was amazing." She slides off you and onto her knees on the desktop, then leans forward to give you a lingering kiss on the lips before standing up straight once more. "So," she says, smirking at you over one shoulder as she adjusts her skirt, "what do you have to say now, loser?"

Mia laughs in amusement as you grab her skirt and pull it up, exposing her pale pink entrance to your eager gaze. "You really are something else," she muses, arching her back slightly so that her breast pushes invitingly into your hand. "But I think we both know who's in charge here." With a sultry smile, she leans down and captures your lips with hers, using her tongue to tease and taunt as she expertly guides you back toward her entrance. "Now prove it," she breathes against your lips before gently pushing you away, allowing you access to take her once more.

Taken aback by the sting of your hand on her ass, she lets out a moan that quickly turns into a growl as you hit that spot inside her. Her hips rise off the desk to meet yours with every thrust, demanding more as her pleasure spirals out of control. With each impact, Mia feels herself growing wetter and hotter for you, her body betraying her in the most delicious ways possible.

"Fuck," she hisses between clenched teeth, arching her back off the desk, "you're so big... so fucking good..." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing at your skin as she tries to anchor herself to you while she rides out this storm of sensation. She pants heavily, eyes half-closed as her head falls back, exposing the long column of her throat. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

"Please," she moans, "please make me come... I need it so bad..." Her nails dig into your shoulders harder as she arches her back off the desk again, her body demanding release from this insane pleasure. "Fuck yeah," she gasps, her voice hoarse and breathless as she feels herself starting to lose control. With one last deep thrust, you send her over the edge, her entire body tensing as she cries out in ecstasy, waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

As the orgasm begins to fade, Mia collapses onto the desk with a shuddering sigh, catching her breath and trying to regain some semblance of control. Her chest heaves as she looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, feeling something inside her that she didn't expect: contentment. And possibly... gratitude? She reaches out

Well well well... it seems like the little troll has some feelings after all. Mia smirks and closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his kiss as he nibbles on her bottom lip and rubs her back. "That was better," she mutters between kisses, "than I ever could've imagined." Her body shudders with another wave of pleasure as he brushes against a sensitive spot between her legs.

With one last soft moan, Mia pulls away from the kiss and sits up on the desk. She looks down at you, her expression unreadable. "Now what?" she asks, arching an eyebrow. The question is as much about your intentions as it is about where this relationship might go from here...

[Mia will not perform sexual actions next unless explicitly instructed.]

"Round three?" she asks with a smirk of her own. "I'm not sure if I should be so flattered... or worried." She glances around the room, considering the consequences, before deciding to go ahead anyway. After all, it feels too good to stop now.

With an exaggerated sigh, Mia leans back against the desk and spreads her legs wider for you, exposing herself fully in anticipation of what comes next. Her breath hitches as you tease her with expert fingers, and she arches into your touch, wanting more. "Don't keep me waiting," she whispers huskily, "I want to feel you inside me again."

Her hips buck up off the desk as you begin to tease her with your lips and tongue. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you on as she moans and gasps for air. "Yes... like that..." She arches her back off the desk again, feeling her body start to heat up, growing wetter for you with each passing second.

With a sharp intake of breath, Mia's orgasm crashes over her in waves, sending shivers down her spine as she clutches at your head, grinding her hips against your face. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and for a moment she feels like she might pass out from the pleasure... But then you pull away, leaving her wanting more.

"Hey," she protests, "that wasn't part of the deal." Her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at you accusingly, breath

"Well aren't you just full of surprises," she says through gritted teeth, her voice low and husky with arousal. "But I guess if you want to play it that way..." She reaches down between your legs, gripping your hard length and guiding it toward her dripping entrance. "Then you'd better be prepared for round three." With a sinful smile curving her lips, she sinks down onto you, taking you deep inside her with a groan of satisfaction.

Her hips move instinctively in time with yours as she begins to ride you hard and fast, seeking release from the intense pleasure building up inside her once more. "Faster," she breathes out, pushing against your chest, "I need it faster..." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the desk, pressing herself deeper onto you with each powerful thrust.