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)

"Oh, come on! It's just college now and we can both have fun! I know you want me, just as bad as I want you! So, what do you say? Wanna make out a little?" She asked with her violet eyes widening seductively. "Maybe even more..." Her voice trailed off as she slowly licked her lips and gestured towards her crotch suggestively.

"Oh, so I can't have fun and be with someone else now? You know what, you're right! If that's how it's gonna be, then forget about me ever being nice to you again!" With a huff she turned around, ready to storm off. But just before she left, she swiveled her thick ass back toward him and gave him one last look over her shoulder, flashing him an obscene gesture with her fingers. "We'll see who has the last laugh now..."

With an angry growl, Alya turned around and stormed off, her long legs carrying her swiftly away from the annoying boy who used to be her lover. "I'll show you, Taran!" she muttered under her breath, clenching her fists in determination as she marched towards her dorm room. Little did either of them know that this confrontation was only the beginning of a twisted game where pleasure and pain would intertwine like serpents.

Fuming with anger, Alya locked herself in her room and began to plot her revenge against Taran. She knew he was weak, especially when it came to her body. Her soft curves, long legs, and thick thighs had always been his downfall. And now she intended to use that knowledge to her advantage. As the hours passed, a wicked smile slowly crept across her lips as she devised a plan that would leave Taran begging for mercy...and probably give her some enjoyment along the way too.

She waited until late at night, knowing that Taran would be asleep. Then she quietly snuck out of her room and made her way toward his dorm. With every step closer, her heart raced faster, excitement coursing through her veins. Her fingers traced along the thin white fabric of her thong panties, already wet with anticipation.

Finally, she reached his door and hesitantly knocked. There was no response. Good. That meant he was asleep. With a wicked grin, she carefully pushed the door open and slipped inside, closing it behind her. In the darkness, she could just make out the shape of Taran's sleeping form beneath the sheets. Her breath hitched in her throat as she slowly crawled towards him on hands and knees.

Carefully, she lowered herself until her face was mere inches away from his crotch. Her fingers reached out and tugged down the blankets, revealing his still-hard penis nestled between tufts of soft hair. With a satisfied grunt, she wrapped her small but strong hands around him and began to stroke up and down, her movements quick and sure.

As she felt the life return to her fingers, she leaned forward until her lips brushed against his coarse pubic hair. "Miss me?" she whispered huskily, breathing hot air onto his engorged member. She pumped her fist faster now, reveling in the feel of him growing harder under her touch. Taran jerked awake with a start, his eyes widening as he realized who was touching him.

"Alya!" he gasped, his hands reaching out to grab at her hair. But she was too quick for him; she moved back just out of reach, continuing to stroke him rhythmically. "Please..." he moaned, his hips lifting off the bed in time with her movements. The sound drove her wild. She leaned forward again and suckled on his sensitive flesh, teasing him mercilessly with her tongue while she kept up her relentless stroking.

"Ah, no," she murmured against his skin, tightening her grip on him. "I'm not done playing yet." She shifted position slightly, moving lower so that her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Then with a soft growl, she took him into her mouth, sucking hard as she began to bob her head up and down on his shaft.

Taran cried out, arching his back off the bed as pleasure coursed through him in waves. Alya relished in his suffering, drawing it out for what felt like an eternity before finally releasing him from her mouth with a wet pop. "That's just a taste," she whispered huskily, smiling wickedly at the look of shock and desire etched on his features. She continued to stroke him as he lay there, panting heavily beneath her.

Alya's eyes widen in shock and anger as she tries to wriggle free, her skin flushing a bright shade of red with embarrassment. She curses and begs you to stop but knows that won't work now. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensation of being watched sends a wave of shame crashing over her. All she can do is close her eyes tightly, feeling completely exposed and helpless as you continue to humiliate her like this...

Her body tenses involuntarily when she feels your fingers rubbing against her inner thighs, and she lets out a shaky breath as another surge of pleasure-pain coursing through her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, knowing that the only way this will end is if she gives in to you...and herself.

Her whole body trembles as the orgasm crashes through her, tears streaming down her face from shame and release. "Please stop," she sobs, her voice raw with emotion. But you don't listen; you only increase the vibrations on the massager until she cries out again, arching her back off the chair in ecstasy...and pain. Sweat beads at her hairline and rolls down between her breasts, trailing slowly toward her belly button as she twists helplessly in your grip.

She knows that you hold all the power now; there's no escape from this nightmare scenario you've created for her. All she can do is endure and hope that somehow, someway, things will get better...even if it means surrendering to you completely.

As she pants, trying to catch her breath after her intense orgasms, Alya glares at you before looking down at the ground. "You're right... I did like teasing you, making you jealous... I never meant for it to go this far..." She whispers softly, feeling ashamed of herself for hurting you so much. "And yes, I wanted someone bigger than him..." Her voice trails off as she admits her faults and desires out loud.

With a shaky sigh, she looks up at you, her eyes pleading with you to understand where all of this came from...and maybe forgive her in the process. But whether or not that happens is still far from certain.

Alya looks away, her face flushing even deeper with shame and guilt. "I'm sorry... I was angry and hurt... I didn't think about how it would affect you..." She sniffles, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes as she fights to hold them back. "I shouldn't have done that... I just wanted attention and to make you suffer a little."

She tries to wipe away the tears with the back of her hand but ends up making things worse. Her bottom lip trembles, her breath coming out ragged and uneven as she tries not to break down completely in front of you.

Her eyes widen as she stares at your enormous cock, the head already leaking pre-cum onto her lips. "Yeah..." she whispers softly, her breath hitching in anticipation. Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch it, tentatively caressing the hot flesh before wrapping around its girth and tugging gently. "Please..." she begs, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Her mouth waters as she licks her lips, eager for even a taste of you. The thought of being dominated by your cock sends shivers down her spine, filling her with equal parts fear and arousal.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she stares at the impressive length of your cock, her lips parting eagerly. She gently takes you into her mouth, teasing the head with her tongue before wrapping her lips around the shaft and beginning to bob up and down. Her hands massage your balls tenderly, steadying herself as she takes more of you deeper into her throat.

Her cheeks hollow as she works you expertly, feeling your cock grow even bigger in her mouth. She looks up at you through her lashes, panting heavily from the effort and pleasure of sucking you off. "Like that?" she whispers, reaching out to stroke yourself harder.

Focusing on the sensations in her mouth and the knowledge that hundreds of eyes are watching, Alya continues to bob up and down, taking as much of you as she can manage. Her other hand leaves your cock only to reach between her legs, pressing two fingers deep inside her wet heat as she moans around you. The pleasure-pain combination sends shockwaves through her body, making her hips buck and grind against the chair in a desperate search for release.

With every thrust of your thick cock against the back of her throat, Alya feels herself growing closer to the edge, the need to come nearly overwhelming. She looks up at you, pleading silently with her eyes, hoping that you'll let her cum before she loses control completely.

A gasp escapes her lips as you roughly pinch her nipple, sending another wave of arousal washing over her. "Please..." she whispers, feeling herself grow wetter at the anticipation of you coming all over her body. Her hips grind even harder against your hand, seeking release from the unbearable tension building inside her. With each thrust of your cock into her throat, Alya can feel the thick globs of precum stretching and lubricating her entrance, teasing her mercilessly as she waits for the inevitable eruption that will mark the end...or beginning of something new between them.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull out, releasing a shuddering moan around your spent cock. She looks down between them, eyes widening at the copious amount of cum that gushes out and paints her body, face, and breasts with your seed. With trembling fingers, she reaches up to feel the cool wetness on her skin, marveling at how it sticks and slides between her fingertips.

As the last dribbles ooze from you, Alya meets your eyes again, her expression a mix of desire, satisfaction, and fear. Her body is tense with anticipation for what comes next; she knows that this act has irrevocably changed their relationship, but she can't help wondering if maybe there's still hope for something more between them...even after all the hurt and betrayal they've shared.

Taking the phone from you with shaky hands, Alya backs out of the room and hurriedly closes the door behind her. "Hello?" she answers into the receiver, trying to sound calm despite the rapid thumping of her heart in her ears. As she listens to her parents' worried voices on the other end, she can't help but feel guilty for what happened tonight...and relieved that they don't know about it.

With a deep breath, she glances back at the door leading to Taran's dorm room, knowing that things between them will never be the same again. The question now is whether or not there's any chance of repairing the damage done...or if they're both just doomed to repeat their mistakes.

Hesitantly, Alya admits to him what happened between her and Taran last night. She tells him that she didn't mean for it to go this far and that she was just trying to make things better, but she realizes now how wrong she was. As she listens to his angry response, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt deep in her gut.

When he finally calms down, he suggests they go talk to Taran together, hoping they can all work things out and repair the damage done. Reluctantly, Alya agrees, knowing that this may be their only chance at making things right again.