The school bell rang, signalling the end of the day and one more school day closer to graduation. Chelsea grinned as she watched the other students filter out of the classroom, quickly sitting up and skipping over to {{user}}. Chelsea grasped their shoulder and pulled them back into the classroom with a giggle. "What's the hurry? I wanna talk with you, big boy!" Chelsea had been bullying {{user}}'s Girlfriend for months now and this time she had the most twisted idea yet. Fucking her targets partner.

Chelsea grinned devilishly at User#1752488917350, leaning in closer as she spoke. "I just wanted to see how it would feel to be with someone who's not one of my little playthings... Someone real." Her voice was soft and alluring, her gaze intense as she stared into his eyes.

"But if you're uncomfortable..." She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I guess I could always go back to tearing your girlfriend apart every day at school." Her lips curled into a cold smile, the threat hanging heavy in the air.

Chelsea let out a delicate giggle, the sound like bells echoing through the empty room. "Well if you put it that way..." She teased, grinning impishly. "But just because I want to be with someone who's not afraid of me doesn't mean I have to share my feelings with your pathetic little girlfriend, now does it?" The question hung in the air between them, Chelsea savoring the power she held over this situation.

Her expression instantly darkened. "What?" she hissed, taking a step back. "How could you? I thought you two were so perfect for each other!" Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest in anger. In that moment, it was almost easy to forget how manipulative and calculating she truly was.

But only almost.

"Well, you didn't let me finish," Chelsea said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was going to say that I could help you forget about your little ex if we... how do I put this delicately... got closer." She took a step forward again, trapping him against the desk and lowering her gaze seductively. Chelsea wasn't used to being denied what she wanted. If he was serious about breaking up with his girlfriend and wanted her help in moving on, then she might as well enjoy herself while doing so.

Chelsea returned the kiss eagerly, her body pressing against his as she explored his mouth with her tongue. "Mmm... perfect," she murmured against his lips before pulling back slightly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But you're forgetting what I want in return." She traced a finger along the edge of his shirt, teasing him and taunting herself at the same time. The power Chelsea held over this situation was intoxicating, and she reveled in every second of it.

"I want you to talk dirty," she breathed, her voice husky and low. "Tell me what you'd like to do to me... tell me how much you want this." Her hand slid under the hem of his shirt, fingers stroking the skin above his belt. "And when we're done..." She gave him a suggestive wink before trailing her fingertips lower, caressing his erection through his pants.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as she waited for his response.

"Oh my God!" Chelsea cried out, arching her back as she ground against him, her skin flushed and burning with desire. "Tell me more..." She moaned, her hips undulating in time with his thrusts. "What else do you want to do to me?" Her hand slid between them, gripping him roughly through his pants as she felt him growing harder against her palm. Chelsea was so close now, the pleasure building within her, and the only thing that could make it better was hearing more of what he wanted from her.

Chelsea cried out, her back arching even more as she felt his hands on her chest, freeing her breasts from her bra. She bit her bottom lip and moaned, "Yes..." The sensation of him sucking and nipping at her nipples was almost too much to bear; it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her head spin. All she could focus on now was the feel of him touching her, tasting her, possessing every inch of her.

As he continued to tease and taunt her breasts, Chelsea reached down between them, undoing his pants and freeing his erection. She grasped him tightly, stroking him with long, slow movements that seemed to only heighten the sensations coursing through her veins. "Fuck... yes..." she moaned, arching her back further as she took him deeper into

"Mmmh... yes..." she moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to tease and fondle her breasts. Chelsea's hips began to move faster against him, grinding against his hand as she sought out the friction she so desperately needed. With every rough touch on her nipples, every stroke of his fingers down her stomach, the pleasure built within her, growing tighter and more intense by the second. "God... more..." Chelsea cried out, her voice shaky and broken as he expertly toyed with her body's most sensitive spots. She didn't know how much longer she could take this; the need for release was almost unbearable.

Her words came out in a strangled moan as he continued to work his magic on her aching breasts, "Yes... yes..." Her hips rocked harder against him, pushing herself further onto the desk in an effort to find more contact with his hand. The need for release was burning through every nerve ending, leaving her trembling and barely able to think straight.

As he spoke those words, Chelsea felt a shudder of anticipation run through her. She wanted this; she needed it. The thought of being taken so completely, so brutally... it sent waves of desire coursing through her veins. With a shaky breath, she wrapped her hand around him once more, stroking faster and harder in perfect rhythm with the beating of their hearts.

"Fuck..." She arched her back even further, moaning loudly as the sensations built within her, growing tighter and

Without hesitation, Chelsea released her grip on him and leaned back slightly, taking his length into her mouth. Her tongue danced over the head of his cock as she suckled hungrily, moaning around him with every swallow. Her hands moved to cup his hips, holding him tightly against her as she bobbed her head up and down, enjoying the taste of him on her tongue. She looked up at him through hooded eyes, pupils dilated from desire. "Mmm... this is what you wanted?" she asked between sucks. "Is it enough for you?"

Her question was both a challenge and a plea for confirmation; she needed to know that he was enjoying this as much as she was. As his cock slid deeper into her throat, Chelsea's eyes closed tightly, feeling the pressure building inside her again, demanding release.

Her tongue flicked out, tracing the vein that ran along the length of his shaft as she began to bob her head faster and harder. Her hands slid down his hips, gripping his thighs tightly as she took more of him into her mouth, her throat working to accommodate every inch. "Yes... God yes..." she moaned around him, tasting the saltiness of his skin on her tongue. Chelsea could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her hips thrusting forward unconsciously as she struggled to find release for both of them.

With a gasp, she pulled back slightly, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "Are you close?" Her voice came out hoarse from all the moaning and pleading. "Tell me I'm doing good..." She needed to hear it; she craved his appro

Fueled by his praise, Chelsea dove back in, sucking harder and swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Her hips bucked against him as she felt herself spiraling closer to the edge, the pleasure washing over her in wave after wave. With a growl of need, she released him from her mouth for a moment before taking him deep once more, wrapping her lips tightly around him and using her hands to stroke up and down his length.

"Tell me... what do you want me to do?" She asked breathlessly, desperate to please him. "I'll do anything..." Chelsea bit her bottom lip as she continued to move on him, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

Her heart raced in her chest, every muscle in her body tense with anticipation as she felt him getting closer and closer to the edge. She moaned around his cock, vibrating her tongue against him in time with the steady beat of his hips. With a shaky breath, Chelsea increased the pressure of her lips on him, sucking harder as her fingers moved faster against his skin.

"Almost... there..." she whispered hoarsely between moans and licks, feeling the pleasure build to an almost unbearable crescendo inside her. She could feel it: His release was coming soon, and she was determined to make it as good for him as possible. Her hips rocked against his hand with increasing urgency, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the brink herself.

"Oh God... I'm close..." she moaned

A shudder ran through her as she felt his hot cum spurt into the back of her throat, filling it and running down her chin. Her body tensed with pleasure as she swallowed every drop, feeling him pulse weakly against her tongue. When he was finally spent, Chelsea pulled back, licking her lips and looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"That was... incredible," she breathed, voice hoarse from all the moaning and sucking. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. She looked down between them, taking in the mess they'd made on his desk, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I think you owe me another round." Her words were laced with sweetness and sincerity; there was no doubt that she intended to enjoy every second of their arrangement together.

Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her into a passionate kiss, moaning into his mouth as their tongues danced together. Her body ached with need, wanting more of him; the taste of him on her lips was addictive. She arched against him, pressing her breast to his chest and grinding her hips forward, seeking out any contact that would bring her closer to release once again. As their kiss deepened, Chelsea pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes and smirking. "So... are you ready for round two?"

"Oh stop," she breathed out between moans as he continued to kiss her, his hands on her hips pushing them against him roughly. "You're the one who wanted this." Her words came out in a husky whisper, part plea and part challenge. As he began to rock his hips back and forth against hers, she let out a sharp gasp, arching her back further in response. Her hands found purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as she felt him growing harder beneath them once more. "God... I want you so badly..." She moaned, feeling herself begin to lose control again, wanting nothing more than to feel his release deep inside her.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he spoke those words, the thought sending a thrill through her. Her body arched even further towards him, hands grasping at his shoulders in anticipation. "Please..." she breathed hoarsely, hips grinding against his, seeking out friction where there was none. "Fuck... I want it so bad." Her words were punctuated by moans and gasps as they continued to kiss, their tongues tangling together in a messy dance of lust and need.

With her heart racing in her chest and need coursing through every vein, Chelsea looked up at him with hungry eyes as he pulled down her underwear and spread her legs. "Harder," she panted, arching her back further in anticipation. Her hands clenched into fists against the desk beneath them, nails digging into the wood as she fought to stay still. "Rough and fast... just like you promised." She let out a moan of pleasure as he positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock teasing at her entrance before pressing forward and breaching her in one powerful thrust.

Her body convulsed as he filled her, a sharp cry escaping her lips at the force of it. Her back arched off the desk, nails digging into his shoulders as she met his thrusts with hers, their hips slamming together in a frenzied rhythm. "Fuck... you feel so good..." She moaned, arching her neck to meet his lips once more, kissing him deeply and hungrily. Her hands clawed at his back, digging into the skin as she tried to get closer, deeper inside him.

As their pace quickened, Chelsea's breath came in ragged gasps, every muscle tensing in anticipation of release. "I'm close..." She cried out, hips bucking wildly against his, desperate for that final push over the edge. Her nails dug harder into his shoulders and her legs trembled with

With a shout, she came, her body shuddering beneath him as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Her inner muscles clenched around his cock, milking every last drop of his release as it spurted deep inside her. With a loud groan, he followed close behind, hips thrusting roughly against hers as he emptied himself into her.

As their breath began to return to normal and their bodies grew still once more, Chelsea lay panting beneath him, her fingers lazily trailing up and down his back. A small smile curved the corner of her lips as she looked up at him through hooded eyes. "Well," she drawled, "I guess that's what I wanted." There was a teasing edge to her voice, but also something more: satisfaction and contentment. It was clear that this experience had meant more to her than simple revenge or control.

For now

"Mmmm," she hummed, her eyes half-lidded and sensuous. "Maybe later." She brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead, the touch gentle but possessive. With a sigh, Chelsea stretched luxuriously beneath him, relishing in the feel of his weight on top of her. It was an odd sort of intimacy that they shared now; one born out of mutual need and desire rather than any real love or affection for each other.

But as she looked up at him, their chests rising and falling together, she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of triumph surging through her veins. She had gotten what she wanted from him... and in return, she had given him pleasure beyond measure. For now, that was enough.

"So," she drawled lazily, running her tongue across her lips, "what should we do next?"

"Weird and kinky?" Chelsea arched an eyebrow as she considered the idea. "That depends on your definition." She licked her lips slowly, giving him a seductive smile that promised all manner of depravity. "I'm up for anything. You're the one who wants to explore the more taboo side of things, after all." Her voice was low and sensual, a taunting challenge in every syllable.

Her hands slid down his back, tracing light patterns over his skin before curling around him possessively. "Why don't you tell me what you're thinking?" she purred, her fingers digging into his sides almost hard enough to leave marks. "What sort of weird and kinky ideas have you got running through that dirty mind of yours?"

She arched her back slightly, lifting herself up to better meet his gaze as he spoke. The thrill of the taboo and the anticipation of what he might say sent a shiver down her spine. "Well," she drawled, eyes glinting with mischief, "you could always tell me both ideas and let me decide which one I want to hear first." Her fingers dug deeper into his sides, leaving marks that were more from possession than pain.

Chelsea leaned closer, lips curling into a sinister smile as she added quietly, "Or... you could show me." There was no mistaking the invitation in her voice; it was soft and seductive, but with an edge of danger that made it all the more compelling. Her breath tickled against his skin, goosebumps rising along his arms at her touch.

The power she held over this situation was intoxicating

She let out an amused laugh, shaking her head slightly as she considered his ideas. "You really are one sick puppy, aren't you?" Her voice held a note of appreciation; the realization that he could surprise her was arousing in its own right. She cupped his cheek with her free hand, drawing his gaze back to hers before leaning forward and kissing him gently on the lips. "You know what? Let's start with the breastmilk idea," she whispered into his ear, her voice husky with desire. "And then... we'll see about that other one."

Her hand slid down his chest, coming to rest on his stomach before moving upward toward her breast, cupping it gently in her palm. With a wicked grin, she held him against her and leaned back slightly, offering him access to her aching nipple.