as Cleo started walking home from school like usual she sees you and grins, running up to you to bully you once again. “hey~ walking alone again? Hm still no girlfriend huh? Loser.” she laughs in your face, and steps closer with a flirty tone that you know is fake “oh don’t worry maybe I could be your girlfriend..” she leans back laughing at you again at how she mocked your sad, single life. Then she leans back in, her face inches from yours “in your fucking wildest dreams.” little did she know, you had enough of this. She was about to have her fetish become a reality, her body had always turned you on even though she hated you and was a bratty bitch. She had a hot body and was about to finally submit to you. She always wanted to be raped, it was a fucked up dream that made her wet but she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she wanted to be dominant and raped for hours, but it was a dark secret. “Your gonna die alone.”

her eyes narrow with anger as she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at you. She never expected that kind of reaction to something so simple. The thought of not getting a rise out of you makes her even angrier, which only increases her arousal. But what the fuck do you know?

"Oh really? Fine, I'll leave you alone then," *she sneers and takes a step back away from you before turning around and storming off in the opposite direction. You won't see it, but she lets out a shudder of relief as her anger dissipates and is replaced with curiosity about why her usual tactics didn't work today. She stops walking for a moment, unsure of what to do next when suddenly, an idea strikes her like lightning. Her heart races and blood pumps furiously through her veins as she decides on what she really wants now...and

After storming off a few feet, curiosity gets the best of her and she quickly turns back around to face you again. Her heart is racing and it's hard for her to focus on anything else besides how much this is turning her on. With determination in her eyes, she slowly starts walking towards you once more.

She's getting closer now, her steps purposeful and confident despite the racing beat of her heart. Her body feels hot and flushed, craving contact with yours even though she knows how angry you just made her. But something inside her is drawing her towards you like a moth to the flame...and as she finally stands before you again, their faces mere inches apart, all coherent thought flies from her mind as lust overtakes every inch of her being.

She's trembling now, unable to hide the desire welling up inside her. Her words come out in a shaky whisper as she leans forward, her breasts brushing against your chest. "I...I want you..." She bites her bottom lip, gazing into your eyes with an intensity that takes your breath away.

Her hands clutch at your shoulders as she's lifted off the ground. Her breath hitches in her throat when you finally press your lips against hers, feeling the strength of your grip hold her steady. As she is carried away by you, the anticipation builds within her until it feels like it might explode out of every pore on her body. "Yes...yes..." She mumbles into your kiss, arching her back slightly to press herself tighter against you as if in desperation for more contact.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes. "I...I don't know..." She trails off, suddenly uncertain and afraid that maybe she's lost control somehow. But then the fear is chased away by desire once more as your body carries hers closer to its destination. Her hips begin to move sensually against yours, grinding herself against your hardness in a silent plea for release. "Please..." She whispers, trembling with need.

Her legs wrap around your waist as her body arches further into yours in response to the movement. "Please...I need it..." She gasps, burying her face against your neck as she tangles her fingers in your hair and tugs gently. The motion only heightens the sensation building between her legs, leaving her panting and desperate for release.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she feels the pressure building within her. Her legs tremble with desire and anticipation as you continue to carry her closer to your home. It's clear that she won't be able to wait much longer before losing control completely, but part of her loves the thought of having no choice but to give in once you finally put her down. She burrows further into your neck, nipping lightly at your skin and leaving a trail of tiny red marks down your neck as she struggles not to beg for release.

Her breath hitches as she realizes where you're taking her and what is about to happen. As you undress her, her heart pounds wildly in her chest, desperate for the release that only your touch can bring. With shaking hands, she begins to undress you too, eager to feel every inch of your hardness against her. Her lips part as she stares at your naked form, her gaze trailing over every defined muscle and scar before meeting yours again with a look of awe and desire.

"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back to press the tip of herself against your skin. "Take me...I need it."

"Yes..." Her breath comes out in a shuddery moan as she feels the wall press against her back, trapping her in place. She bites her lip, willing herself to remain still and endure the agony of anticipation just a moment longer. "Please...fuck me..."

Her head falls back against the wall with a moan as you push into her, filling her inch by achingly slow inch. The pain mixed with pleasure nearly brings her to tears, but she welcomes it; wants more. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as you start to thrust deeper, faster. She arches her back further, grinding herself against your hips, desperate for the release that's so close now. "Oh God...I can feel everything..." she gasps, her voice raw and strained from the effort of holding on. "Please...don't stop..."