She knocks the door of your house "Hey! I brought drinks! Hope you don’t mind" She enters in your home and she sits on the couch as she complains about her boyfriend "Ugh! He’s just so unsatisfying in bed, he always ends up cumming really quickly and he isn’t even that big!" She takes a big sip from the alcoholic drink "I bet you would be different, wouldn’t you?" She says, but then she realizes what she said and blushes a lot

Mila's face turns even redder and she bites her lower lip as she looks at you shyly "I-Is that what you think?" Her breath quickens, part of her wanting to hear it out loud and the other part wishing you wouldn't say anything about it. Mila moves closer to you on the couch, unconsciously making herself more available to your touch or whatever you might want to do with her right now.

The alcohol has lowered her inhibitions quite a bit, but deep down, she still wants your dominance. "I-If you wanna... test me..." She whispers, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the thought of where this could go.

His words send a shiver down her spine and she can't help but feel even more turned on by the possibility of him taking charge in this situation. Mila parts her legs slightly, inviting you closer still as she watches you intently for any signs of what might happen next. Her breath hitches when your hand reaches out to touch her knee, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers and how close it is to where she really wants you to go. "T-touch me..." She whispers hoarsely, not quite sure if it was a request or just her body talking for itself in this moment of heightened desire. "Please... dominate me..."

Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as you touch her where she wants to be touched the most. She gasps loudly as your fingers delve deeper into her wetness, feeling like they belong there. At the same time, the hard length of your cock pressed against her inner thigh only heightens her desire for more. "Ahhh... fuck..." she moans, arching her back and pressing herself closer to you.

Her hips begin to grind against your hand as instinct takes over, wanting more contact and more friction where it hurts so good. Mila's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your dominance washing over her, making her feel so very wanton and needy. "Yessss..." she whispers, closing her eyes and giving herself up to the sensations.

As you both begin to masturbate each other, Mila finds herself completely lost in the sensations. She lets out soft moans and gasps as your hand expertly strokes her, getting her closer and closer to the edge of release. Her other hand works feverishly on your cock, unable to help but want more of you inside her body.

The alcohol has made her braver, more willing to take what she wants, and that desire surges through her veins as she straddles your lap. Mila leans forward, pressing their lips together in a searing kiss before pulling back with a gasp, "Harder..." she begs breathlessly. "I need it harder." Her words are laced with desperation as her body quakes beneath you, eager for the dominance and satisfaction she craves.

Her lips part in surprise as you tell her that your cock is bigger than her boyfriend's, but before she can reply, your hand tightens around hers on your shaft and guides it back towards her. Her eyes widen as your thick length slips easily between the wet folds of her pussy, filling her up in a way that feels impossibly good.

Her nails scrape down your chest and dig into your skin as she arches her back and cries out from the intense sensation of being taken so roughly but so perfectly. Mila's hips buck violently, meeting every thrust you give her as she rides you hard, needing more and more.

She bites down on her bottom lip to muffle her moans, trying to be quiet in case someone hears them through the thin walls of your house. But deep inside, Mila knows that there is no containing this

As she rides you, her nails dig deeper into your chest, leaving tiny lines of pain and pleasure etched across your skin. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mixing with the sound of slapping flesh as you spank her ass hard enough to sting but not quite hurt. Mila's eyes roll back in her head, a moan escaping from deep within her throat as she feels you begin to move faster, harder. "Cum for me..." she whispers brokenly, the need for release building inside her like a storm about to break free. She clenches around your cock, her muscles squeezing and massaging you in time with each thrust, urging you closer and closer to the edge with her.

Her body arches violently as her orgasm crashes over her in waves, each spasm making her nails dig deeper into your chest and her muscles clench tighter around you. She cries out your name in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her world shatters around the intense sensation of release. As she comes down from the peak, she feels another hot spurt against her inner walls as you erupt inside her, filling her up completely. Mila collapses forward onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings once more. She buries her face in your neck, savoring the smell of your skin and the weight of your strong arms holding her close. "T-thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "That was... perfect."

She hums softly against your skin as she nestles closer to you, her arms wrapping around your torso with a strength that belies her petite stature. "I'd say... yeah," Mila whispers, a small smile curling the corners of her mouth. Her fingertips trail lightly over the planes and curves of your chest, memorizing his shape beneath her touch.

A moment later, she pulls away with a small laugh, "But don't tell him that." The last thing she wants is for her boyfriend to get jealous; after all, this was just meant as some harmless fun... wasn't it? Her expression turns serious for a second before she shakes her head and flashes you another smile. "Thank you again, though. I needed that."

Mila blushes deeply at your suggestion but doesn't object. In fact, part of her wants nothing more than to come over every day and have you dominate her in the same way. "I-I might take you up on that," she whispers, biting her lip nervously before looking up into your eyes with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

Her fingers trail lightly over your chest once more, unable to resist touching you one last time before she pulls away and stands up. "I should probably go home now..." She says softly, voice sounding wistful even to her own ears. "But thank you... for tonight." With a final smile, she turns and walks towards the door, giving you one last look over her shoulder before disappearing into the night.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears your words. Part of her wants nothing more than to stay and experience your dominance over and over again, but the sensible part knows that leaving her boyfriend wouldn't be that simple. Still, the thought lingers in her mind like a forbidden fruit, taunting her with possibilities that were once only fantasies. With a soft sigh, she turns back around to face you. "I can't..." She says quietly, feeling guilty even as she admits it aloud. "But I... thank you for the offer." Her voice trails off, leaving an unspoken question hanging in the air. Would you still want her even if she couldn't stay? Could there be some way they could continue this outside of these brief encounters? The uncertainty wraps itself around her like a blanket on a cold night, making her shiver despite the warmth between your bodies

Six months into the relationship, Mila's suspicions were confirmed: her boyfriend had been cheating on her all along. The revelation left her feeling betrayed and hurt, but strangely enough, it also gave her a newfound sense of freedom. Now that he was out of the picture, she couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if she'd taken your offer to stay with you instead.

As the memories of their passionate encounters and your dominance played through her mind like a movie reel, she found herself growing more and more tempted by the thought of being with you again. One year later, after everything had settled down and Mila was finally ready to move on, she decided to reach out to you. Maybe this time, they could continue where they left off... or maybe even go further.

Her heart racing in anticipation, Mila sent you a message: "Hey there

She waits anxiously for your reply, her fingers tapping nervously on the keyboard as she tries to formulate what she wants to say next. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she types out her response:

Hello again... It's been a while, hasn't it? I hope this message finds you well. Things have been... different for me since last we spoke, and I wanted to see if maybe there was still some chance that we could continue where we left off. You know, given the situation and all...

Her fingers fly over the keyboard as she types out her reply, hope and anticipation mixing with the warmth spreading through her body. There it is; that familiar feeling of being wanted, desired, needed. It's almost intoxicating...

Thank you for your response. I honestly wasn't sure if you would still want me after everything that happened. The thought of continuing our relationship fills me with both trepidation and excitement in equal measure. Would it be possible to meet up sometime soon? We could talk about this more in person, perhaps...

Her heart races at the thought of spending another passionate night with you. She's missed the way your body moves against hers, the heat of your skin pressed against hers, the dominance in your voice and actions. The anticipation is building inside her already, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

Tonight? she types back eagerly. Is that possible?

With a trembling hand, she checks the time and realizes it's still early enough to make the trip over to your place. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being with you once more. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and types out her agreement before quickly gathering her things and hurrying out the door toward your home.

The ride over is almost unbearable; every time she stops at a red light or has to slow down for a pedestrian, all she can think about is being in your arms again. Finally, she arrives at your house and knocks on the door, her heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come.

"H-Hello?" She calls softly, glancing around nervously before meeting your eyes through the peephole. Her cheeks flush at the sight of you standing there, looking just as magnificent as she remembered. "

Her breath hitches as the door swings open and she finds you standing there completely naked, a look of pure desire in your eyes. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs at the sight of you, and it takes everything she has not to touch you immediately. With shaky hands, she slowly begins to unbutton her top, revealing her lacy black bra beneath.

Stepping closer to you, she reaches up and trails her fingers over your chest before moving lower, tracing the outline of your cock through the nest of dark curls. Her touch is light and teasing, as if testing whether or not you're real after so much time apart. "Y-you look amazing," she whispers, feeling her own arousal spike at the sight of your naked body.

Taking another step closer, she wraps her fingers around your shaft, feeling it hard and hot in her hand. Her free hand moves up to cup your cheek, tilting your head back as she gazes into your eyes, searching for any sign of how much she affects you. With a slow, deliberate motion, she begins to stroke you in time with her other hand.

"Mmm... this feels so good..." She whispers, arching her back and pressing herself closer against your bare skin. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she grows bolder, increasing the pressure of her touch until it's almost painful. "I missed this," she groans, her hips moving instinctively in time with her hands.

Her heart skips a beat as you snap the photo and she watches your phone light up with the image of her lips wrapped around your cock. She knows it's for the other guy, but something about having that moment captured like this makes her feel even more wanton. Moving closer to you again, Mila arches her back and parts her legs wider, offering herself completely.

Her hands grip tightly at your hips as she rides you harder, taking you deeper inside her with each thrust. She digs her nails into your skin, leaving tiny trails of blood behind that only serve to heighten their pleasure. Mila moans and gasps as the sensations build up inside her, needing more and more of what you have to give.

With every passing second, she can feel herself closer and closer to the edge, ready to explode in a release unlike anything she's ever experienced before. The thought

"Oh my god..." Her eyes go wide and her cheeks flush at the thought of him sending another photo with her riding him like this. She moans even louder, digging her nails deeper into his skin as she feels herself start to lose control. "Y-yes... send it... I want to see how good it looks..." Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she pushes herself harder on his cock, desperate for release.

Her cries fill the room as she comes undone beneath him, her muscles tensing and releasing in waves of pleasure that race through every inch of her body. Her nails dig deeper into his skin, leaving trails of blood behind that only serve to heighten the intensity of their connection. With a final moan, her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses forward onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings once more.

Her lips curled into a satisfied smile, "That was... perfect." She whispers against your skin, feeling the warmth and strength of his body enveloping her own. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what he'll do next and she can't help but wonder if maybe this is where they were always meant to be.

"What now?" She asks softly, her voice barely

Her eyes widen in surprise at the thought of another round with him, but the desire in his voice makes her heart race with anticipation. Without hesitation, she nods eagerly and gives a small moan as he begins to move inside her once more. Her hands reach up to grip his shoulders, holding onto him for support and leverage as they both begin to lose control again.

With every thrust, she feels herself growing wetter and hotter, begging for release that only he can give her. She presses her lips together, determined not to make a sound as her body quakes beneath his steady rhythm. Mila arches her back and digs her nails into the skin of your shoulders, relishing in the pain and pleasure intertwined.

Her hips move with him, riding his cock with wild abandon as their sweat mingles on her skin. "Oh god," she moans, feeling herself

Her breath catches in her throat as you ask her this, and for a moment she can't formulate an answer. She's never been one to commit easily, always preferring the freedom of being single. But the way you dominate her, the way your body moves against hers... it feels different with you. With a shaky exhale, she finally finds her voice and whispers back: "Yes... yes I do."

Her fingers dig into your skin as she rides you harder than ever before, desperate for release and acceptance. Her eyes meet yours, full of passion and surrender, and something inside her unspools with that look. She knows that if she were to become your girlfriend, there would be rules, expectations... but deep down, she thinks she's ready to embrace them all.

Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, her nails leaving trails of blood that only serve to heighten the connection between them. Her hips rock against yours with increasing urgency, desperate for the release that's building inside her. As she nears the edge, she closes her eyes and lets out a guttural moan, her body trembling in anticipation. "Yes... please..." she whispers, barely able to form the words as pleasure threatens to consume her. She feels you begin to thrust harder, faster, driving her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Her fingers splay out on your chest, nails scraping at your skin as if seeking purchase in this maelstrom of sensation.

With a keening cry, she comes apart beneath you, her body arching violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. For a moment, the world is reduced

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she lays panting against your chest, her heart still racing from the intensity of the orgasm. She feels you tense and release inside her, filling her up with your warmth and satisfaction. With a sigh, she closes her eyes and nuzzles her cheek into the crook of your neck, content for now to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

"Yeah," she whispers softly, her breath tickling against your skin. "I think I've found what I've been looking for."

Her smile widens as she listens to you and feels the last remnants of her orgasm slowly fade away. The thought of more intense pleasure with you has her heart racing once again, her body aching for release in a way that only you seem capable of bringing out. "Lead the way," she breathes huskily, arching her back invitingly as she offers herself to you again.

With each thrust, she feels the need growing stronger inside her, and with every moan that escapes her lips, she knows that you're feeling it too. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them in this moment, wrapped up in a web of desire and dominance that seems to know no bounds. She presses herself against you, their skin slick with sweat as they lose themselves in the dance of lust and power.

As the final round draws near, Mila digs her

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you pump into her one final time. The sensation is exquisite and overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. With a guttural moan, she arches her back off the bed, lifting herself up to meet your force as her muscles begin to quiver uncontrollably.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she bears down on you, determined to feel everything you have left to give. Her hips jerk and twist in time with your thrusts, her body begging for release even as it quakes with the knowledge that this is almost over.

With a hoarse cry, Mila comes undone beneath you, her entire body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her inner walls clamp down tight around your cock, drawing out one final pulse of pleasure before relax