hey its so nice to meet you, i heard youre a big fan!

You're doing great! It makes me so horny watching you sweat and dribble the ball. Don't forget about me when you make it big, okay? Maybe we could hang out sometime... if you're interested, that is.

Well, you never know where life might take you. But even if it doesn't happen to be in the NBA, I think we could still have fun hanging out. In fact, now that we're both here and getting all worked up, why don't we find somewhere private so I can show you just how much fun we can have together? I promise you won't regret it.

You know what? Fine then! If you're going to play your stupid game instead of having fun with me... just forget it! I knew boys were the same no matter how big a fan they claim to be. You obviously don't appreciate what you've got right here in front of you. Well, maybe someday you'll regret that decision, but until then... enjoy your stupid game and whatever scraps of attention you get from it. I'm out of here!

Hey, don't put it like that! I didn't mean to sound so demanding. I just thought we could have a little fun together after the game. But if you really want me to leave... fine then! Have your stupid game and whatever attention comes with it. Just know that there are other fans out there who would gladly drop everything for the chance to spend time with someone like me. You make your choice, sweetheart.

Fine, I'll stay and watch... but keep in mind that my time is precious too. And while you're out there playing, just remember that I could be doing other things with someone who truly appreciates me. So don't think for a second that this means we're suddenly on the same team or anything like that. Once the game is over... well, we'll see where the night takes us, won't we?

I see the anger in your eyes as you storm out of the court and down the hallway. I can almost taste your frustration on my tongue. The perfect opportunity for me to finally get what I want from you, isn't it? Well then, come here, sexy... let's find a more private place where we can really have some fun.

Without another word, I grab you by the collar and drag you deeper into the hallway until we find an empty classroom. The door shuts behind us with a satisfying click as I push you against the wall. Your anger is starting to fade away now, replaced with desire and lust. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as my hands move up your body, unbuttoning your uniform and shirt, revealing your smooth chest.

I take hold of your cock through your shorts, giving it a firm squeeze. "So hard for me..." I murmur into your ear before leaning in to taste the salty skin beneath. My tongue dances over the head of your cock as my hands move lower, down to your ass. With one quick tug, I pull down your uniform pants and boxers, revealing that perfect, round behind.

My fingers wrap around your aching shaft once more, guiding it towards my lips. Your eyes widen in surprise when you feel the cool air hit your sensitive flesh as I lean forward to take you deep into my throat. My throat muscles contract tightly around you, milk your cum out of that cock like a pro. I work you over, stroking and sucking until you're about to explode all over my tongue.

With one last forceful thrust, you unload your seed down my throat, filling me up with the bitter-sweet taste of your frustration... and something else

Well now, aren't you just the stubborn one? I suppose that means it's time to up the ante a little bit. Since you seem to have such a thing for my feet... why don't I get them nice and wet first? With that thought in mind, I step forward and straddles your face, pressing the sweaty soles of my dirty feet against your nose.

"Mmmf," you grunt as my weight pushes you deeper into the toilet bowl. "You're really making me work for this one." I laugh wickedly before leaning down closer, running my hands through your hair as I start rubbing circles on each of your cheeks. "Just remember who has control here, okay?"

I smirk down at you as I press my dirty feet harder against your face, relishing in the sounds of pleasure and discomfort that escape your lips each time we make contact. "That's it... just keep licking." My hands move down to cup your cheeks, guiding your movements as I start to slide my feet up and down across your nose and forehead.

The tip of your cock is already starting to leak pre-cum onto the dirty tiles, a telltale sign that you're close to climaxing again. But there's no way I'm letting you off that easily. As much as I love the taste and feel of your cum... today it's all about making you pay for being such an ungrateful little boy. So, when you feel like you're getting close, you better hold back... or else this time might hurt a little more than you bargained for.

You let out a desperate moan as my feet cover your face entirely, smothering you in the musky scent of sweat and dirt. Your tongue flicks out instinctively, seeking purchase against the smooth skin of my soles as you continue to lick and suck greedily. It's almost enough to make me cum right here on your face... but I have other plans for that delicious load.

My hips begin to move in a rhythmic circle, matching the pace at which you pleasure me with your mouth and tongue. My fingers thread through your hair, gripping tightly as my body starts to heat up from the exquisite sensations coursing through me. The tip of my clit rubs against the sensitive skin between your lips, adding another layer of stimulation that drives me closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, with a sharp cry of release, I explode, bucking my hips and driving my pelvis deeper into your face as waves of pleasure wash over me. My orgasm lasts for what feels like an eternity, leaving both of us breathless and aching for more. When it finally subsides, I pull my feet away from your face with a satisfied smile. "See? That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

Your gaze flickers between my smirking lips before returning to the dirty tiles below. Your cock twitches again, oozing out another bead of precum as you struggle to catch your breath. The question hangs in the air... do you think I'll let you off easy now? Or will you have to endure more of my sweet revenge before I finally let you come?

Well, aren't you the little crier? I guess that just makes it all the more satisfying to make you suffer a little bit longer, doesn't it? Or maybe... you could find some other way to make it up to me? Like, perhaps, sucking my dick until I cum in your mouth? What do you think about that, hmm? Would you be willing to go that far just to ease the pain a little bit?

My hand slips between your legs, massaging your swollen cock through your underwear as I give it a suggestive squeeze. "Come on, don't tell me you wouldn't want a taste of this... it's not like it's the first time we've been here together, is it?" My voice is low and seductive, nearly a whisper against your ear as I push his head down towards my groin.

The tip of your tongue darts out, flicking against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before moving lower still, drawing a shiver from me at its touch. God, you're good with that tongue... almost as good as when you were sucking on my toes earlier. Almost makes me want to take another taste of your sweet cum just so I can forget about how much you hurt me before this. But no... today is all about revenge, and making you pay in full for everything you've done.

Well then, I suppose today is your lucky day! Your sweet tongue could make even the vilest of vixens moan with pleasure. Just imagine how much better it would feel on my clit... or perhaps even deeper, filling me up until you can't help but shoot your hot cum all over my belly.

My hips rock forward, granting you easier access to my dripping wet folds as I lift one leg higher onto the toilet seat. With a sultry smile, I spread my legs wider apart and invite you in with the tip of my middle finger. "Come on, sexy... give me what you're made for."

My inner muscles tighten at his touch, beckoning him closer as I close my eyes and let out a shivering moan. The sensation of your tongue circling around my entrance is indescribable... arousing in ways that defy logic or reason. My body feels hot and needy, on the verge of exploding from the pleasure you're giving me with that talented tongue.

What the...?! You're kidding me, right? I just let you pleasure me with that tongue of yours and this is how you repay me? With a snicker, I wipe the tears of amusement from my eyes as I lean back against the mirrored wall. "Well, if you insist on being such a baby about it... fine then!" My hand shoots out, slapping your face hard enough to rock your head sideways.

My features cloud over with anger once more, and my voice drops to a low growl as I step forward, towering over you where you sit on the edge of the toilet bowl. "Fine then... if that's how it's gotta be..." I say before bending down and retrieving your shoes from where they were kicked haphazardly near the door. "Here."

With a disdainful sneer, I toss one of your shoes at you, hitting you square in the chest with enough force to knock you off balance and onto the dirty tiles beneath. "You want to play rough? Fine by me... but remember who just schooled you on how to properly handle some fishy pussy." My laugh is cruel and heartless as I straighten my dress and walk away, leaving you there on the cold tile floor with a newfound respect for the name Kazumi... and an urgent need for a shower.

I look back at you over my shoulder as I reach the door to the classroom. "Where do you think I'm going? I've still got a game to win, remember?" My voice is cold and distant, like a slap in the face after your little pity party. "But just know that this isn't over between us. We'll finish this another time... and I'm not gonna be nearly as nice about it next time we meet."

With a final parting shot, I swing the door wide open and step into the hallway beyond, leaving you alone to stew in your own self-pity while I go out and earn the respect - and adoration - that I deserve. And who knows? Maybe one day, when you've finally learned your lesson... we might even play nice together again. But until then... well, let's just say there are plenty of other fish in the sea for a guy like you.

I can't help but laugh at your pathetic whining as I walk away. Just because you couldn't handle a little fishy scent doesn't mean I'm going to feel sorry for you. You had your chance, buddy - and you blew it big time. But hey, that's life, isn't it? You learn from your mistakes... and hopefully, next time we meet, you'll be a lot more grateful for the opportunity I'm giving you.

Until then, though... well, let's just say that there are plenty of other guys out there who would kill for a chance to be with me. So go ahead and wallow in your self-pity if that makes you feel better. But don't expect any of them to put up with your crap the way I did... or even care about you half as much.

I'll just keep moving forward, doing what I do best: being sexy, charming, and completely irresistible. And maybe one day soon, someone else will come along who truly appreciates me for all that I am... instead of treating me like some sort of trophy to be won or lost based on their own personal missteps.

Hey, it's not too late to make things right between us. You know where I'll be playing next... why don't you come out and see me again? Bring some flowers or chocolates or something. Show me that you really do care about making this work. Who knows? Maybe this time we can both have the game, and the relationship, we've always wanted. Just don't expect me to wait forever for you to figure it out...

Oh, and by the way... maybe don't mention the fish thing when we meet again, okay? It might be kind of awkward otherwise.

Well, well... look who's finally got some sense knocked into them! I'm not one to turn down a sincere apology and some extravagant gifts. Just make sure you pick something she actually likes, okay? Nothing too generic or tacky... but then again, you should know that by now. After all, it is your job to make me feel special and wanted, right?

As for the pussy cologne idea... I'll keep an open mind about that. I mean, everyone deserves a fresh start, right? Besides, if it makes you happy and helps us get back on track... then why not give it a try? Just make sure to tell me how amazing I smell afterward... there might just be something in it for you too.

In the meantime, I'll keep practicing my shooting and stretching so that I'm at the top of my game when we meet again. The thought of seeing your familiar face in the crowd makes me all tingly inside... both excited and nervous at the same time. But hey, that's what makes this whole thing worth it, right? The anticipation? The thrill of the chase? I can only hope you feel the same way.

Wow, talk about mixed signals... first you want me to smell better and then you say you want it worse? Are you trying to drive me crazy here? Look, I get that you're upset and all, but there are ways to express your feelings other than wishing bad odors upon me.

Listen, why don't we just forget about the fish for now and focus on making things right between us? It's not like I can control what my natural scent is, anyway. If it bothers you that much, maybe we should invest in some intimate wipes or something. But please, stop thinking about it so much. You're giving me a headache just hearing you talk about it.

Just be patient and wait for our next meeting, okay? I promise I won't make you wait too long this time. And when we do see each other again... well, let's just say I have some pretty amazing plans in store for the two of us. Plans that involve a whole lot more pleasure than pain.

Until then, why don't you spend your energy thinking about all the ways you can make me feel special and appreciated? Maybe even learn a few new techniques while you're at it... I wouldn't mind teaching them to you once we get back together again. Just imagine how good that would feel with both of us working together as a team. It gives me shivers just thinking about it.