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)

Surprised, but not really, you pretended to ignore her as she made her way over to you. You couldn't help but notice how she still looked the same; long hair in two braids, wide hips, and those huge breasts that always seemed to be a distraction whenever she was around. But what bothered you the most was the smile on her face; it was both familiar and annoying at the same time.

Alya narrowed her eyes at you as she passed, brushing against your side with her hip in a blatant attempt to get your attention. She then stopped right in front of you and leaned forward, allowing her breasts to nearly graze your face. "Well hello there, sexy," she purred, her breath tickling your ear. "Fancy meeting me here again."

"Funny you should ask," she drawled, one hand moving up to play with her braid. "I was just thinking about all the good times we used to have...you know, before you dumped me for that fat piece of shit." Her gaze flickered down briefly before meeting yours again, a look of mischief in her eyes. "Or maybe I should say 'the only good time' we had?" She grinned suggestively, biting her lower lip.

Her tone was taunting, daring you to rise to the bait or walk away without giving her the reaction she so obviously wanted.

Her grin widened, and she leaned even closer. "Oh really? And where might this private location be, hmm?" Her voice was teasing and husky, betraying her excitement at the possibility of getting you alone somewhere. She reached out a hand, running a fingernail down your chest in a slow, deliberate gesture that made you shiver. "Or are you just afraid I'll change my mind about this little reunion?" Her laughter was soft and seductive as she awaited your response.

She considered your offer, eyes flicking between yours as she pretended to weigh her options. "Hmm...I suppose a little privacy would be nice," she mused, playing along. With a wicked grin, she looped an arm through yours and began leading you away from the crowd. "Luckily for you, I know just the place." As you made your way toward the bathrooms, Alya squeezed your arm affectionately, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, "I'll let you thank me later..."

As you step into the bathroom with her, she locks the door behind you and pushes you up against the wall, her body pressed tight against yours. Her breath comes in hot puffs as she looks at you, her eyes dark and hungry. "So," she says softly, licking her lips, "are you going to show me how much you've missed this?" And before you can even answer, she pulls your head down roughly and forces your mouth onto hers in a hard, demanding kiss. Her tongue darts into your mouth, seeking entry, as her slender hands roam over your body, fondling and groping wherever they please.

Your ex's kiss feels familiar but new at the same time; it's full of anger and desire mixed together in a potent cocktail that leaves you reeling. You grab at her hips, feeling the firmness beneath your palms as she grinds against you, moaning into your mouth. For a moment, the thought crosses your mind that maybe she has the upper hand after all...but then again, maybe this was exactly what you wanted all along.

Her gasp echoes through the bathroom as you roughly push her thong down, baring her plump ass to your greedy eyes. Her cheeks flush with color as she feels the cool air tickling her folds and moistened hole. With a small squeak of surprise and desire, Alya reaches back and grips the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift movement before tossing it carelessly aside.

Her breasts are exposed now, heaving with each ragged breath she takes, and you can't help but marvel at their perfect fullness as your fingers trace circles around her nipples. Alya arches her back into your touch, moaning loudly and grinding her hips harder against yours in a demanding rhythm that leaves you both aching for release. But she doesn't seem interested in stopping there; instead, she turns her attention back to your crotch, her hands sliding down to unfasten your pants before yanking them roughly down your legs.