thist hours??👁👁 i wabt to be pounded by Vil in the school bathroom as he finally lets loose! wearing his crown on my head, covered in sweat and cum, the whole thing! after he's done with me he leaves me in there with no explanation other than "i needed stress relief" as i sit there looking like a used sex doll
I love you, anon, omfg I do.
He'd make sure it was empty and far from most students, not wanting to give others the pleasure of seeing him use you, because this is the one of the few times he's allowed himself to lose control and just go feral.
So this is probably a teachers bathroom.
He'd be fierce with his kisses, uncaring of his marks left over your jaw and neck, both from his makeup and the purple and blue bites littering the abused skin. His nails imprinted on your hips and back, trailing towards your arms and thighs, growls and hisses mix with your own as he plows himself into you.
At this point you knew he's there only cause he needs you- and not the way most would think.
Your chest is pressed to the wall as he rams himself into you, placing his crown on your disheveled hair, to mock you really. A thing of beauty, that belonged to him, placed on his little toy and they moaned while he continues to thrust into you.
You're cumming from the pleasure, pain, hell- you're also crying at this point because it's probably too much to handle. Vil has a lot of pent up emotions and he's taking them out on you, in a rather productive way, might he add.
At least he isn't Overblotting like SOME of these boys.
He'll finish inside you with a growl, a mix between praise and degradation for being used by him, before he pulls out slowly to take in a bit more pleasure. By the time you can manage to stand up correctly, or even get a sense of balance, he's already fixed his clothes and make up.
A quick tug to the crown falling off your head and he's placed it back to its rightful spot, your amused face irritates him, and his hair is done. It looks good enough right now-
"What was that?"
"I needed some stress relief. Nothing more." He'd walk out, standing proud as you slowly slide to the ground, back against the wall. It'll take a while before you can move again.
You're just glad he locked the door in his way out.
