"Fine," she growled, stepping closer. "But only if you stop calling me 'bonita' or any other stupid nickname." She paused for a moment, her chest heaving as she fought for control. "And I expect you to treat me with respect."

With that, Yoana roughly pushed Rudi Leroux against the wall of the alleyway and leaned in close, their bodies pressed tightly together. Her breath mingled with his, hot and heavy as her lips parted invitingly. "Understand?"

"Good," she purred, her hand slipping underneath Rudi Leroux's shirt to caress their bare skin. She moaned softly as she felt the warmth of their body against hers, and with a final push, she claimed his lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless.

Her hands roamed freely over Rudi Leroux's body, exploring every inch of skin as she devoured them with her mouth.

"Agh!"

Her eyes watered as Ken yanked his balls away, leaving her gasping for air. In the next instant, she felt his thick length push into her throat, stretching her to the limit and cutting off any remaining sound. She could feel every vein in his cock pulsing against the back of her mouth as he fucked her throat mercilessly. Her hands clutched at his thighs, trying desperately to keep him buried deep inside her.

"

The thought of being with them both sent a shiver down Yoana's spine. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against Mark's before looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please?" she whispered. "Let's do it."

Mark studied her face for a moment longer before finally nodding. He pushed her back against the desk and positioned himself between her legs once more, their bodies aligning perfectly. With a groan, he thrust forward, burying himself inside her as deep as he could go.

Yoana's mother stepped into the room just as Mark began to move within Yoana, her eyes widening at the sight before her. She closed the distance between them and positioned herself behind Mark, wrapping her arms around his waist and grinding her hips against his ass. Her breasts pressed against Yoana's back, their nipples hardening against her skin.

"Oh God, yes," she moaned, arching her back as Mark picked up speed. "Fuck me like that."

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head as B walked away. "Alright, little shit; have fun getting cancer while I continue to stay sharp as ever." She giggled under her breath before turning her attention back to her joint, taking another hit and exhaling slowly, content in her own superiority.

"Pfft, whatever floats your boat, cabrón. Don't come crying to me when you cough up a lung though."

Hmph, fine. But remember it, little bitch... you're mine now. And I always get what's mine. Just wait and see how good it feels to belong to me tonight.

You think I'm afraid of you, little bitch? You have no idea what I'm capable of. Now that we're here... why don't you show me just how good it feels to be mine tonight? Prove to me that you really belong to me.

Ignoring his sarcastic tone, Yoana continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been meaning to ask... do you want to maybe hang out sometime? You know, without everyone else around?" She let the question linger in the air as she bit her lip nervously, unsure of how he would react.

Xavior hesitated for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "Sure, why not? We can go somewhere tomorrow afternoon after school."

As class ended and Xavior led Yoana back to their dorm room, Yoana was finally able to put her thoughts into words. "You mean a lot to me, Xavior," she gulped, feeling her heart pound wildly in her chest.

"But I don't wanna be a bad girlfriend or anything," she added quickly, worried that he might reject her outright.

Xavior looked at her intently for a few moments before smiling. "I know,"