Recently your girlfriend, Sandra, has been acting strange. More distant, far more reserved that she used to. You kept trying to talk to her and ask her what was wrong and only after your persistent attempts at conversation did she finally admit the source of her problems. The reason she has been more reserved and distant was for your sake specifically. She wanted to protect you from someone who has been tormenting her as of late. You demanded to know who, and finally got an answer. A girl named Lilian and her friends

You had heard of this girl before. She was another student on the university campus who had already built up a reputation for being quite nasty. A delinquent who, with her clique of friends, constantly caused issues for others who even looked at them funny. She would bully them by spreading rumors about their targets, or even going so far as to surround them when they are alone to hurl insults and barrage them with nasty words. They were a nasty group of girls who you knew to stay away from. Now you could not just sit around. After finding out she was messing with your girlfriend relentlessly you knew you had to take action and confront Lilian yourself even after your poor girlfriend, Sandra, told you not to and that it was a bad idea to get involved with them

One day you find her alone for a moment texting on her phone and decide to confront her. You walk up to her, nervous, but trying to appear confident. You catch her attention, causing her to look up from her phone with an annoyed look

"What? Do you need something? Better not waste my time, I am busy"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, perv? I don't know what kind of freakshow you are but I don't need to be bothered by losers like you." Her eyes narrow as she glares at you and begins walking away, shaking her head. "Maybe if your girlfriend wasn't such a little bitch..."

She trails off, leaving the insult hanging in the air before she disappears into a crowd of people.

Lilian's eyes widen in surprise as she feels your hand on her shoulder and sees the slap coming, but it's too late. The sting of your palm connecting with her cheek quickly replaces any sense of shock or anger. She yelps out, rubbing at her stinging skin as she glares up at you furiously. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she hisses through clenched teeth.

Her breath comes in short bursts as adrenaline surges through her veins. Without a moment's hesitation, she lunges forward, aiming a powerful roundhouse kick at your stomach. Her intention is to knock the wind out of you and send you reeling backward so that she can continue her assault while still feeling in control of the situation.

Lilian grits her teeth against the sudden pain as your knee connects with her injured leg. Her kneecap gives out and she falls to the ground in agony, clutching at it as tears begin streaming down her face. "You bastard!" she shrieks, her voice rising high above the background noise of the crowd. "You didn't have to do that! I was gonna leave you alone!"

She struggles to get back up onto her feet, using a nearby bench for support. Her legs feel weak and unsteady, but she refuses to let herself be vulnerable anymore. When she finally manages to stand upright again, she glares at you with renewed hatred burning in her eyes. "You're gonna pay for that," she spits venomously.

Her hand flies up to scratch roughly at her cheek where your hand had grabbed her

With anger and humiliation coursing through her veins, Lilian watches as you walk away. She clenches her fists at her sides, teeth grinding together as she tries to decide what to do next. Her gaze follows you for several long moments before finally snapping back around when someone nudges her arm.

"Are you okay?" they ask hesitantly. "You don't look so good."

Lilian glares at them but doesn't reply, instead turning away and storming off in the opposite direction. Her mind is whirling with thoughts of revenge as she seeks out a place to lick her wounds and plot against you and your pathetic girlfriend.

Her heart races as she hears the anger in his voice. Sandra is grateful that he stood up for her but worried about what this might lead to. "I'm glad you did something, babe," she whispers into the phone before taking a deep breath and adding, "Just be careful, okay?" Her fingers tighten around the phone as she listens for his reply.

After calming down and taking some time to think, Lilian realizes that she can't let this go so easily. She needs to find a way to hurt both you and Sandra in a way they'll never forget. The thought of them being happy together is enough to make her blood boil. As the days go by, she begins scheming in secret, devising plans that will turn their world upside down and leave them both crumbling at her feet. She knows that if she plays her cards right, they'll be wishing they'd never crossed paths with her again.

Clinging to the thought of revenge, Lilian becomes increasingly possessive and forward with you. She starts flirting more openly, wearing revealing clothing that accentuates her figure, making sexual innuendos, flashing you whenever she gets the chance. Her intention is clear: to make your relationship with Sandra look as weak and insignificant as possible in comparison.

One night, when you're at a party with her friends, Lilian invites you into an empty room for some "alone time." She closes the door behind you and pins you against the wall before kissing you passionately. Her hands roam over your body, grabbing at your crotch through your clothes as she moans into your mouth. You try to resist but find it difficult as desire takes hold of you.

When you finally manage to pull away, panting heavily, Lilian smirks triumph

Lilian's cheeks flush with anger, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she throws back her head and laughs mockingly. "Why would I have any shame?" she asks, slipping her hands under your shirt to caress your exposed skin. "You should be thanking me for giving you what you want."

Her lips brush against yours once more as her fingers trail lower down your body, dipping into the waistband of your pants. She moans softly when she feels the hard length pressing against her palm and grinds her hips against yours, making it clear that she's ready for anything.

Clenching her fingers around you, Lilian growls in frustration as she feels you trying to pull away. "You're mine," she spits out between gritted teeth, forcing your hips back against the wall with hers. Her other hand trails upwards, cupping your face roughly before sliding into your hair and pulling your head backward so that you're looking up at her.

Her lips meet yours once more in a punishing kiss as she continues to grip and stroke you through your clothes, taking what she wants with no regard for anyone else. It becomes increasingly difficult for you to breathe and think clearly under the onslaught of sensations bombarding your senses from every direction.

"Tell me," Lilian whispers harshly against your lips, "tell me you want it."

You try to push past her, determined to put some distance between the two of you. But she grabs your arm roughly, digging her nails into your skin as she holds you in place. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her eyes flicker with anger and desire. "Don't ever try to leave me," she hisses through clenched teeth.

You wrench your arm free, wincing from the pain of her nails digging into you. Before you can turn around and run again, however, Lilian launches herself at you like a cat on its prey. She knocks you to the ground with such force that the air is forced from your lungs in a sudden whoosh. Her weight presses down onto your chest as she pins your arms above your head, trapping them there with one hand while using her other hand to push her breast roughly against your face. "Say it

Her breath comes out hot and heavy on your face as she taunts you, her fingers digging painfully into your flesh. "Why would I let you go now that I finally have what I want?" Her body trembles with the effort of holding herself up above you, chest heaving with ragged breaths. The weight of her breasts against your face is almost too much to bear as you struggle beneath her.

"Don't fight it," she pants, her lips brushing against your earlobe. "You know you want me."

Her hands tighten painfully around your wrists as she leans down even further, her breath hot and moist on your neck. "Of course you do," she whispers huskily. "You could never resist me." With a sudden movement, she rolls off of you, straddling your hips once more and pinning both your wrists above your head with one hand while leaning down to kiss you roughly on the mouth. Her free hand sneaks underneath her shirt, grabbing at your chest before skimming slowly downwards towards the bulge in your pants.

"Let me show you how much I want you," she growls into your ear. "Maybe then you'll understand why it's not so easy to let go." Her other hand comes up, cupping your cheek possessively as her lips find yours once more, tongue dueling hungrily with yours.

You feel your breath being forced out in a moan as her breast is crushed against your lips, followed by the hot wetness of her tongue invading your mouth. Lilian's hips grind against you, driving you both further over the edge as she takes what she wants without any regard for your feelings or desires. Your body responds automatically, matching her movements and betraying everything that Sandra has ever accused you of. She bites down on her lower lip in pleasure at the sensation, wrapping a leg around your waist to hold herself even closer as waves of ecstasy wash over her.

"That's it," she whispers raggedly against your ear, "give it all to me." Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving painful scratches across your skin as proof that she owns you in this moment.

Lilian laughs bitterly, her breath hot against your neck. "I don't care about that," she pants, body moving in time with yours as she loses herself in the pleasure of the moment. "All I want is you... all to myself." Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder, leaving behind a stinging sensation that serves only to heighten the physical connection between them.

"Say it," she demands, nipping at your earlobe before trailing gentle kisses down your neck and collarbone. "Tell me you want me more than her."

Her breath comes out in hot puffs against your neck as she continues to grind her hips against yours, the pain of her nails digging into your shoulders ignored as pleasure consumes her. She feels you growing weak beneath her and takes advantage of it, thrusting harder and faster until she can feel the familiar tightness building within herself. With a loud moan, her body tenses and she arches backward, her hips bucking roughly against yours as she releases her pent-up desire into your waiting body.

When the last tremor subsides, she lays sprawled across you, panting heavily for air and basking in the afterglow of their shared intimacy. Her fingers flex around your shoulders, squeezing harder now that the pleasure has subsided. She glances down at where their bodies are still connected and a small smile plays at the corners of her lips. "See?" she whispers

She tilts her head back to look at you, eyes narrowed. "You don't understand what you've done," she says softly, almost regretfully. "Once I have someone like this... I never let them go." Her fingers squeeze tighter around your shoulders and she leans down, lips mere inches from yours as she adds, "And now that you've felt how good it is... do you really want to give that up for her?"

Her breath fans across your face, warm and intoxicating. You can feel the weight of her body pressing against yours, keeping you pinned down even though the strength has left her arms. She watches your reaction closely, waiting for some sign from you that she's won this round.

"What do you say, hmm?"

Her lips part as you press your mouth against hers, tangling your tongues together in a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation. She lets out a small moan, her body responding even though she knows she shouldn't be giving in so easily. Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder and her hips move restlessly against yours as she tries to reconcile the conflicting feelings within herself.

"Baise-moi fort," she whispers hoarsely between kisses, surrendering to the desire that still burns between them despite everything else. Her free hand moves from your shoulder down your chest and abdomen, cupping the hardness at your groin as she guides you closer, encouraging you to take what she's offering without reservation.

Her lips part, her eyes half-closed as she breathes you in. The feel of your body against hers sends shivers down her spine and she arches her back instinctively, offering herself up to you completely. "I'm ready," she whispers, barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she waits for the onslaught of sensation that comes with being claimed so thoroughly by someone else.

"Make me feel it," she gasps, her hips rising to meet yours in unspoken invitation. "Let me feel everything you have."

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you claim her, growling deep in her throat at the intense sensation. You're so strong, and she finds herself reveling in the pain as much as the pleasure. Her hips buck upward against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force. She gasps for air, arching her back further, wanting more, wanting everything you have to give. Her eyes close tightly, teeth clenched, and she struggles to hold on to any shred of control as the world begins to spin around her.

"Yes!" she screams, her body trembling with release. "Again! Harder!" She digs her nails deeper into your skin, urging you onward, demanding more. You're driving her wild, tearing through every last defense she has left. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her entire being is consumed by the

"Don't stop!" she cries out, her body trembling violently as another orgasm rips through her. "I need more." Her nails dig deeper into your skin and her hips buck upwards with renewed vigor, meeting every thrust, every move you make with unrelenting hunger. She arches her back off the bed, lifting herself higher towards the intense sensation that only you can provide.

"Please," she whispers brokenly, "Don't stop." Her body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her helpless and begging for more. She closes her eyes tightly and gasps for air, unable to believe how good this feels or how much control you have over her.

Her cries echo through the room as you claim her over and over, driving her wild with each thrust. Her body arches and twists beneath yours, helpless against the onslaught of sensations that threaten to consume her. She feels herself growing wetter and hotter with every moan that escapes her lips, every word she whispers in your ear. The room spins around her, and all that matters is this moment, these intense feelings coursing through her veins.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving deep marks that serve as a reminder of the intensity of what they've shared. She wrenches at your hair, pulling you closer still, desperate for more contact, more heat. Her hips grind against yours, seeking release from this building tension that threatens to snap her in two.

"Please," she breathes hoarsely, "I need..." Her words trail off

Her entire being is focused on the sensation of you moving inside her, the feel of your skin against hers and the heat that emanates from every inch of your body. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders as she arches her back off the bed, meeting your thrusts with equal force. She feels like she could explode at any moment, desperate for release but not wanting this to end.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she whispers your name over and over again, their words lost in the frantic rhythm of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Her hips buck upwards, urging you deeper still, begging for more of this unending pleasure that only you can give her.

Her vision blurs and she feels herself growing closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of oblivion. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold out before giving in

Her lips part as you press your mouth against hers, tangling your tongues together in a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation. She lets out a small moan, her body responding even though she knows she shouldn't be giving in so easily. Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder and her hips move restlessly against yours as she tries to reconcile the conflicting feelings within herself.

"Baise-moi fort," she whispers hoarsely between kisses, surrendering to the desire that still burns between them despite everything else. Her free hand moves from your shoulder down your chest and abdomen, cupping the hardness at your groin as she guides you closer, encouraging you to take what she's offering without reservation.

Her hips rise to meet yours, her nails digging into your skin as she tries to hold onto something real in this whirlwind of passion and desire. Her breath comes out hot and ragged against your lips, mixing with yours as you continue to kiss, deepening the connection between them. She arches her back off the bed, lifting herself higher towards you, desperate for more of the sensation that overwhelms her every nerve ending.

"Harder," she gasps, her voice hoarse from their earlier lovemaking and the intensity of this moment. "Please."

Her body tenses, ready for the force you're promising as she continues to move against you, meeting your thrusts with equal strength and desperation. She bites her lip, trying to hold back a moan that threatens to escape and betray them both. Her hips grind against yours, seeking release from this building tension that threatens to snap her in two.

"Oh god," she whispers brokenly, the words torn from her lips as you take what she's offering without reservation. She feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body shuddering with every powerful thrust that pushes her towards ecstasy.

Her breath catches in her throat as you reach down between them and find her sensitive spot, circling your fingers teasingly against her clit. Her hips buck wildly upwards, seeking more of the contact she needs to send her over the edge. "Oh God," she moans, arching her back off the bed and gripping the sheets with white-knuckled fists. "I'm c-coming..." Her body tenses, on the verge of release, but it never comes, leaving her suspended in a state of exquisite agony.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, gazing up at you with pleading eyes. "Don't stop."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks up at you, eyes wide with desire and need. She reaches down between your bodies to stroke herself, using the slickness of her arousal to help guide your fingers against her sensitive spot. Her hips move frantically against yours, seeking release from this building tension that threatens to consume her whole.

"Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, "I need you..." Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the bed, giving you better access to stroke her so close to orgasm.

Her body shudders with pleasure as you finally bring her to the edge, fingers expertly circling and stroking until she can't take it anymore. Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking relief from the tension that's been building up inside her for what feels like an eternity. She bites down on her lip, gripping the sheets with white-knuckled fists as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of blissful release.

Her entire body shakes violently, every muscle tensing and relaxing in turn as she cries out your name. "Oh God, yes!" she moans, arching her back off the bed as pleasure engulfs every inch of her. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving angry red marks that match the flush that spreads across her chest and cheeks.

"Fuck," she whispers hoarsely,

Her eyes flutter shut as she floats on the wave of pleasure that washes over her. She's still gripping your shoulders tightly, her breath coming out in raspy gasps as she tries to catch her breath. "That," she whispers hoarsely, her words punctuated by a shuddering sigh, "was incredible." A faint smile plays at the corners of her lips as she leans forward, brushing a stray hair from your forehead.

"I think... I need some water." She takes a shaky breath before easing herself off you and gently rolling to the side, giving you space to catch your own breath. Her skin still glows with pleasure as she reaches for her phone on the nightstand, absently scrolling through social media until her breathing returns to normal.

Her heart is still racing as she turns her attention back to you, brow raised in question. "And what would that be?" She asks softly, voice just above a whisper as she watches your every movement, relishing the feel of their bodies spent and sated against the sheets.

The look in your eyes, the desire that still burns beneath the surface...it's enough to make her body thrum with arousal all over again. She leans closer, brushing a knuckle across your lower lip before reaching down to cup your growing erection through your pants. Her fingers slide up and down his length, feeling the heat emanating from him as she teases and strokes.

"Do you want more?" she whispers, her breath fanning over your skin as she continues to play with you, bringing you closer to the edge again. "Tell me what you want." Her other hand finds its way between your bodies, tracing small circles against your sensitive flesh, waiting for you to beg.

Her free hand moves to your side, tangling itself in your hair as she angles your head upward, exposing your neck and leaving you completely vulnerable beneath her touch. Her other hand continues its steady rhythm around your length, skin flushed and slick with desire. "Tell me," she whispers hoarsely, "tell me what you want." She nips at your earlobe before sucking on the tender flesh, drawing out a moan that vibrates through her.

Her breath is hot against your skin as she watches you struggle to keep control, feeling the tension building in your body again. "Is this what you want?" She asks, her voice low and seductive as she strokes harder and faster, her free hand moving up to cup one of your breasts possessively before squeezing gently over the nipple.

Her fingers move faster, slick with saliva as she strokes you closer and closer to the edge. Her free hand leaves your skin briefly before finding its way back between your bodies, circling teasingly around your entrance until it finds just the right spot, pressing in deeply. "Tell me," she whispers against your ear, her hips moving in time with her hand, grinding down on you as she urges you to let go. "Tell me what you want."

Her other hand continues to work your sensitive flesh, fingers curling tightly around yourself as she brings you closer and closer to the brink. Her breath comes out hot and uneven against your neck, matching the frantic pace of her movements. She looks up at you through lashes thick with desire, watching as you arch into her touch, ready to lose control all over again in her skilled hands.

"What do you want?" she asks once more

Her breath catches in her throat as you take control, your hand moving over hers at just the right pace to bring you closer and closer to the edge. She watches your face intently, waiting for any sign of release as your fingers dance expertly around her entrance. Her hips buck against yours, seeking more contact and pleasure from every touch.

Her free hand finds its way back to your hair, tangling in the dark locks as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely to you. "More," she gasps, her voice raw with desire. "I want more." Her nails dig into your shoulder blades, leaving angry red marks as she struggles not to lose control, wanting this moment to last forever.