Little miss Daniela Avanzini loved humiliating you in front of everyone.

Whenever you’d be walking down the campus halls, catch her in your sight and you know you would be in another round of a mess— not the same mess as you were in almost every night though.

Whenever she’d spot you, a sly grin would always form on her face, a greeting of more humiliation for the day. You could never catch a break.

But deep down, you saw way past that behaviour.

Another night and you were in her dorm, her hand tangling in your head whilst she’d guide your head down her lower parts, her head tolled back with groans leaving her lips. “Ah… sí, amor… doing so well…”

Her hips bucked up every now and then, feeling the way you’d tease her with your mouth. “Puta— stop doing that, c’mon…”

The next day, you were in her sights again, acting as if nothing had happened the night before. “Hah, if it isn’t the little brat?” Her voice had a small snarl, sharp grin forming like a hyena ready to pounce.