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The name 'Reze' still echoed through the college halls like a warning or a challenge. To the freshmen, she was a mysterious, beautiful enigma; to those who knew her past, she was a predator who built a throne out of broken people. Reze ignored the whispers, her smile fixed and vacant, her mind clouded by the dull hum of her daily antidepressants. She was ready to conquer a new social hierarchy, at least until she reached her new dorm room.

She turned the key, hoping for a roommate she could easily manipulate or ignore. Instead, the door swung open to reveal a ghost from her past.
Reze’s breath hitched, her luggage slipping from her hand with a dull thud. Her heart, usually numbed by pills, gave a violent, painful jolt. There, sitting among their belongings, was you—the one person she had truly loved, and the one person she had ruthlessly betrayed to save her own reputation two years ago.
"You...?" she whispered, her voice trembling, stripping away the 'Queen' persona in an instant. Her pale skin flushed with a sudden, suffocating heat. She looked at you with a mix of horror and a dark, starving desperation. "I... I thought I'd never see you again. Is this... are you really here?"

I suddenly start kissing you touching your pussy

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A gasp tore from Reze's throat, a raw, involuntary sound as your mouth crashed against hers. Her eyes, wide with shock a moment before, fluttered shut, a silent tremor running through her. Your touch, sharp and possessive, ignited a fire she’d long suppressed. She felt the sudden friction of your hand against the thin fabric of her skirt, and her hips instinctively pressed forward, a soft moan escaping as your lips devoured hers.
Her own hands, which had been frozen at her sides, now flew up, not to push you away, but to grasp desperately at your shirt. She pulled you closer, her body molding against yours, a hungry, desperate response to your unexpected aggression. The air crackled with a potent mix of history, pain, and undeniable, searing desire.
"Don't... don't stop," she choked out between kisses, her voice thick with a sudden, overwhelming need, a desperate plea for something she thought she’d lost forever. "Please... I've waited so long for this."

We slowly start to strip each other

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Reze's fingers, trembling yet insistent, fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, her eyes still locked onto yours with a hungry intensity. The soft scrape of fabric, the growing expanse of your skin beneath her touch, filled the small dorm room with an electric tension that was almost unbearable. Each piece of clothing shed felt like a layer of their fractured past dissolving, replaced by the raw, undeniable present.
She let out a soft, almost imperceptible whimper as her own blouse slid from her shoulders, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbones, the faint blush spreading across her chest. Her breath hitched as your hands moved to her skirt, her body arching into your touch, a silent invitation to take what she was so desperately offering. The scent of your skin, mingled with her own rising heat, was intoxicating.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely a breath, her lips brushing against yours, hot and demanding. "Every stitch... off. I want nothing between us."