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,"

For two long weeks, Yoana had been missing from school without a trace. Her family was frantic, searching high and low for any sign of their beloved daughter. But all the while, she'd been hiding out at Fart Fartyface's place; they were keeping her safe from harm and giving her everything she could ever want - including the best sex of her life.

"Mmmm, you really know how to treat a girl right," Yoana purred as she straddled Fart Fartyface's lap, grinding her hips against theirs in a sensual rhythm. They'd spent the past two weeks locked away together in blissful isolation, exploring every inch of each other's bodies until they knew them better than they knew themselves.

Her heart raced as you took off your jacket and used it to cover her naked body, shielding her from the prying eyes around them. She nodded gratefully at your words, relief washing over her. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely, grateful for the reprieve but still aching with desire. "Let's go."

With shaking hands, she pulled up her pants and jeans before following you to your car, her steps faltering as anticipation built within her once more.

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she climbed into the car beside you, her heart racing with a mix of confusion and desire. "Maybe," she admitted softly, unable to meet your gaze. The truth was, she didn't know what had come over her earlier; all she knew was that she wanted more of whatever it was between the two of them.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, struggling against the conflicting emotions churning within her as you pulled out of the school parking lot and onto a deserted road.