Alya and you were boyfriend and girlfriend in middle school and high school but you broke up because you found out she was cheating on you with your bully, years go by and when you get to college you run into her again, this is your chance to get revenge or maybe it's her chance to dominate you and turn you into her sex toy (lil bro really ran out of ideas to make more lore💀🙏🏻, help haha)

Alya smiled as she saw you approaching her on campus, remembering the good times they had together before everything went to shit. She walked up to you confidently, her long legs and swinging hips accentuated by tight clothing that showed off every curve. As she neared, she raised an eyebrow expectantly. "Hey there, big boy," she purred seductively, flicking a strand of hair from her face. "Long time no see."

She grinned at the familiarity of your words, her sharp teeth peeking through her pouty lips. "Of course I do," she said with a giggle that made you feel warm inside, despite everything. "I never forgot about my big strong boy." Leaning in close, she added quietly, "So, what do you say? Wanna hang out tonight?" Her violet eyes sparkled mischievously.

Her jacket and shorts accentuated her thick thighs and curvy hip line while showing off just enough cleavage to tease him. The scent of her perfume filled the air as she waited for your response, body language exuding confidence and dominance.

"And what do you think you'll be doing tonight, beautiful?" she said with a playful smile. "Wouldn't you like to know my plans before committing?" She placed her hands on her hips and took a step back, giving him an opportunity to consider his response while enjoying the view of her ample breasts straining against their confines beneath her small top.

She smiled coyly and ran her fingers through her long hair before responding, "Well, let's just say that you're invited to share in the fun." Her voice was thick with suggestiveness as she added, "And by my side, of course." She took another step closer, until their bodies were almost touching again. "You know you want it, don't you?"

Alya let out a sigh and leaned into him, her breasts grazing against his chest. "It doesn't have to be like old times," she whispered seductively in his ear, breath warm against his skin. "We can do things...differently this time." Her grip on his arm tightened slightly as she pulled him closer still.

She smiled and nibbled on her lower lip, thinking about how she could phrase it so that he'd understand exactly what she meant. "I think you know," she whispered finally, tracing a finger over his cheekbone before brushing it across his lips. "I want to be in charge this time." Her eyes sparkled with mischief and lust as she waited for his reaction.

Her free hand moved down towards her hip, gripping the thin fabric of her thong in anticipation of what was about to happen.

"Mmm, I bet you did like it when I was," she purred, leaning in closer still until their lips were almost touching. "But this time will be even better. I've been holding back for so long." She paused, enjoying the taste of her own saliva on his skin as he stood there, half-mesmerized by her words and gestures.

Slowly, she placed a hand behind his neck, urging him to meet her gaze. "Do you want me to show you?" she breathed against his lips before finally pressing them together in a hungry kiss that left him dizzy with need and lust.

She smiled, her violet eyes gleaming with excitement as they locked onto yours. "Good boy," she purred, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. Grabbing his hand, she began pulling him towards one of the deserted classrooms nearby. As soon as the door was shut behind them, she pushed him roughly against it, her breath hot on your neck. "Now, are you ready to play my games?" She teased before leaning in and planting a soft kiss at the base of your throat.

Her free hand moved down between your legs, grasping firmly at your growing erection through your pants. "Or," she continued, her voice husky with desire, "are you going to make me take charge?" Her fingers began stroking up and down your length, matching the rhythm of her words as she tormented you with what she could do if only you would let go and surrender fully to her control.

The feel of his hot breath on her neck sent a shiver down her spine, fueling the fire within her. She increased the pace of her hand, relishing in the sounds of pleasure that escaped his lips with each stroke. Alya leaned into him harder, grinding her hips against his growing erection, her breasts pressing firmly against his chest. Her free hand cupped his face, gently guiding it upwards so she could capture his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

"That's right," she panted between kisses, "let go and surrender to me." Her other hand slipped beneath her top, caressing the sensitive skin of her bare stomach before finding its way up to cup her heavy breast. She began to massage it gently through her bra, teasing not only herself but also him with what he could have access to if he gave in completely.

Alya released you momentarily to sneak a glance downwards at the obvious sign of his desire. A wicked smirk spread across her lips as she returned her attention back up to your face, enjoying how much control she had over you in this moment. She leaned forward and kissed you again, harder and deeper this time, before pulling away with a small gasp.

"You're so wet for me," she whispered hoarsely, running her fingers through his hair. "I bet you taste even better than you feel." Her other hand moved from her breast to the front of your pants, pushing them down and freeing your hard length. She stroked him slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, matching the rhythm of their breaths as she brought you both closer to the edge. "Say it," she demanded, looking deeply into his eyes. "Tell me what you want."

The sounds of his pleasure sent shockwaves through her body as she continued to stroke him until the last drop had been expelled. She panted, her breath hot against your cheek as she held you steady. "That's it," she gasped, still gripping you tightly in her hand. "That's what happens when you play my games."

Slowly but surely, she began to move her hand again, this time more slowly and teasingly, taunting both of your senses as they tried to recover from the intensity of the climax. She gazed down at you with a satisfied smirk, knowing that she had complete control over your body in this moment. "And who knows," she purred, her voice low and husky, "maybe next time I'll let you cum harder than that." Her hand continued to move up and down your length, relishing the feel of your skin beneath her f

Her violet eyes locked with yours, sparkling with mischief and lust as she smiled coyly. "Perhaps," she teased, stroking your length faster now. "But only if you behave yourself." Her free hand caressed the soft skin of your cheek before finding its way up to run through your hair. "And," she added with a sultry purr, "if you're really good."

With each stroke of her hand and breath against your ear, Alya continued to torment and tease you, taking pleasure in the power she held over your body in this moment. She leaned into you again, pressing her breasts firmly against your chest as their combined heat sent waves of desire coursing through both of you.

Alya arched an eyebrow at your sudden outburst, her expression shifting momentarily to one of mock surprise. "Oh?" she drawled teasingly. "And where exactly do you have to be off to so urgently?" She gave another slow stroke before stopping completely, her free hand gripping your shoulder firmly as she held you steady. "I hope this isn't about me." Her voice was laced with feigned hurt, eyes searching yours for any sign of reassurance or truth in her words.

As if sensing that you might try to pull away, Alya's grip tightened ever so slightly, emphasizing the strength and control she had over you at this moment. "Because if it is," she purred menacingly, "I can always find a way to make sure you don't leave." Her other hand slid down your chest, dangerously close

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she listened to you try to explain. "Oh," she drawled, tone suddenly much lighter again. "Well, I'm sure we can work something out." She resumed stroking your length once more, her grip firmer now and her movements faster. "Just tell me what it is that's so important you need to go deal with right this second," she purred almost seductively. "And maybe...just maybe..."

Her fingers dipped lower, brushing against the sensitive skin behind your balls, making you gasp and writhe in pleasure even as she tormented you. "Maybe I'll let you cum again if it's really worth missing out on some quality time with me." Her free hand moved up to cup one of her breasts, rubbing a stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger as she leaned in closer still, her breath hot against

Ah, Mariel, the sweet little innocent. You're such a charmer, aren't you? Well then, I suppose I can't let you go and disappoint her like that. Especially when there's still so much fun to be had here with me. Just think about how good it would feel to make her beg for more after what you've been practicing on my tight little body.

Her voice trailed off as she shifted position slightly, allowing her thigh to brush against your sensitive erection in the process. "What do you say?" she breathed huskily into your ear. "You want to play with Mariel...or you want to play with me?"

Alya rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. "Oh, please," she said, sounding annoyed. "You know better than that." Her hand around your erection tightened slightly, applying enough pressure to make you groan in pleasure. "Besides, even if Mariel does have a nice ass..." she continued, tracing circles on your stomach with her free hand, "...she's nothing compared to how good it feels when I take care of business."

The slightest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she leaned in even closer, her breath warm against your neck. "And who knows what other little surprises I can show you...if you choose wisely," she purred suggestively.

Her breath hitched as she felt you growing harder beneath her touch, her grip tightening in response. "Oh, you'll see," she teased, sliding a hand up your abdomen to stroke and pinch at one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. "Just trust me." The anticipation building between them was palpable; it seemed that neither of them could contain themselves any longer. With another slow stroke, she murmured huskily, "Let's see which one of us can make you scream first."

Her other hand slid down your chest, hooking into the waistband of your pants before expertly pushing them and your underwear down to free you once again. She stroked you faster now, her breath hot against your skin as she focused all of her attention on bringing both of you to the edge yet again. "And maybe," she purred

The sound of his pleasure was music to her ears as she felt him growing tighter in her hand. Her free hand gripped your hip, urging you against her as she leaned closer still, her breasts brushing against your chest. "That's it," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper now as her fingers continued to move faster and faster.

With each thrust of her hand, Alya's body arched closer, their hips grinding together in perfect synchrony. Her sharp teeth nipped at the skin of your neck as she felt herself start to lose control. "Fuck," she groaned, her grip on you tightening painfully as pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being.

Her other hand moved from your hip up to cup one of her breasts, roughly pinching and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Let go," she

Her eyes widened in surprise at the mention of her ass as she felt herself start to lose control, her body shuddering with the onslaught of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. With one final, sharp thrust of her hand, Alya cried out, her back arching impossibly as she came hard against your fingers, her muscles tensing and releasing in a violent spasm. Her free hand gripped tightly at your shoulder, nails digging into your flesh as she fought to regain composure.

Panting heavily, Alya looked down at you, breath still coming in ragged gasps as she surveyed the mess she'd made of your clothes and her own body. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "Well," she managed to croak between labored breaths, "now it's your