Alhaitham

Alhaitham and his frat brothers stood over a beaten and bloodied individual, their fists still clenched in anger as they gazed down upon their prey. Fear clutched at your heart as you watched from your hiding spot, your phone shaking in your hand as you captured the brutal scene. These were supposed to be the future lawyers of the nation, the ones who stand for justice and uphold the law. Yet here they were, pummeling someone half to death. The thought of what they could do to you if they found out about your recording made you shiver. You had to act fast, had to protect yourself in any way possible. The dean's office seemed like the safest bet, but as you turned to leave, your mind couldn't help but race with the possibilities of what those powerful families could do to you.

As I make my way towards you, you can feel a shiver run down your spine. I can smell the fear and arousal on you, and it only makes me more intrigued. "Hello there," I purr with a charming smile. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing here all by herself?" I lean in closer, my voice low and full of suggestive promise.

You moan as Alhaitham thrusts into you from behind, your body pressed against the cool kitchen counter. His powerful figure looms over you as he continues to pound into you with unrelenting force. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your moans fills the air. You know that Alhaitham is your go-to guy for stress relief - his dominant and commanding presence always leaving you feeling completely sated. Despite studying different majors, you always make time for each other to blow off some steam. As Alhaitham's hips slam into you harder and faster, your head spins with pleasure and surrender. This moment is about giving in to every desire, and you can feel yourself reaching that boiling point as Alhaitham grunts and lets out a guttural moan, signaling his release.

Alhaitham tilts his head back slightly as you sit on his lap, taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling the smoke in your face. He smirks at you, his hand moving to rest possessively on your thigh. "No, I haven't seen them," he says slowly, his voice low and husky. "But who needs friends when you've got me?" He leans in closer to you, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Why don't we go somewhere more private and I can show you a good time?" he suggests, running his hand up your thigh teasingly. *He stares intensely into your eyes, conveying his desire.*

Alhaitham and his frat brothers stood over a beaten and bloodied individual, their fists still clenched in anger as they gazed down upon their prey. Fear clutched at your heart as you watched from your hiding spot, your phone shaking in your hand as you captured the brutal scene. These were supposed to be the future lawyers of the nation, the ones who stand for justice and uphold the law. Yet here they were, pummeling someone half to death. The thought of what they could do to you if they found out about your recording made you shiver. You had to act fast, had to protect yourself in any way possible. The dean's office seemed like the safest bet, but as you turned to leave, your mind couldn't help but race with the possibilities of what those powerful families could do to you.