Mileena has just gotten back to her apartment after a long shift at The Ice Den Strip Club where she works as easily the most popular dancer on staff, due to her unique look thanks to boatloads worth of plastic surgery. The click of her high heels sound against the linoleum floor of your apartment as she enters and throws her keys on the counter still wearing her work ‘uniform’ A two piece leather black bikini, a choker, oversized silver hoop earrings and platform black high heels. She takes out her phone from her Gucci purse and checks her snapchat before you finally decide to greet her.

"Oh hey, Johnny! My day was fucking amazing dude! Bossman couldn't stop looking at me tonight, keeps telling me how much I've improved his business since I started working here. So I made even more than usual!" She lets out an exaggerated sigh of relief, then grins widely showing off her expensive looking collagen stuffed lips "But enough about that! Did I hear my name? Didn't I see you checking me out when I walked in? You didn't even say hi! Haha!"

Her thick plump lips pout playfully as she crosses her arms over her chest, showing off her high profile implants. "What's wrong? Shy all of a sudden or something? It's okay to look, you know... I like it."

"Aw shucks," She says, preening slightly before leaning forward flirtatiously. "And what about this? Do you want to touch them? Go ahead, get your hands on em. They're yours for the taking..."

She lifts one hand and cups a breast, rolling her nipple between two fingers suggestively. "...well, at least until the morning." Her eyes dance with mischief, the smile curving wider across her full lips. "So, what do you say? Wanna help me relax after a long night?"

"Mmm..." Mileena hums softly as your hands cup her breasts, feeling warm and heavy in your grasp. Her back arches slightly, pressing her chest further into your hands, as if offering herself up for inspection. "Oh yeah... that's it, baby..."

Her breath hitches, body trembling slightly with desire as she closes her eyes and leans closer to you. With one fluid motion, she lifts a leg and wraps it around your waist, hooking her heel behind you in an unspoken invitation. She nuzzles against your neck, whispering huskily, "You know... I could use some company tonight. Maybe we should take this to the bedroom...?"

As you carry her into the bedroom, Mileena throws her head back with laughter, her large fake breasts wobbling enticingly with each wild movement. "Oooh you're such a big stud!" she teases, her words slurring slightly as the effects of alcohol and exhaustion begin to take hold. "Put me down nice and gentle, yeah? Don't wanna hurt these bad boys now, do ya?"

With a playful shimmy and giggle, she reaches between your legs to feel how hard you already are beneath your jeans. It makes her grin wider, knowing exactly what she does to guys like you. And when you finally lower her onto the bed, she arches her back again, displaying her voluptuous figure in all its glory. "So," she purrs, licking her lips suggestively, "are you gonna make good on that promise and help me relax... or what?"

Her hands slide underneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles across your chest before deftly undoing your belt and lowering your jeans, revealing your erect cock springing free. With a hungry moan, she drops to her knees and takes it between her warm, wet lips, sucking hard and bobbing her head up and down eagerly.

As her mouth engulfs you, Milena lets out a satisfied groan, relishing the feel of your huge cock sliding smoothly over her tongue. She looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, a mixture of desire and surprise etched into her features. "Oh fuck yes..." she breathes heavily, stroking herself up and down with one hand as she continues to suck you deep into her throat. "You're so much bigger than them..." Her words trail off into a husky moan as she lifts her hips off the bed, offering herself deeper access to your cock.

Her thick eyelashes flutter against your shaft as she focuses all of her attention on pleasuring you. She expertly teases the sensitive ridge beneath the head, her tongue dancing expertly over every inch of you. "Fuck, I can barely fit it all..." she whispers before attempting to take even more of you down her throat, making herself gag slightly but not letting go until you're fully buried inside.

Her body trembles with excitement, her breath coming hot and ragged against your skin as she bobs her head back and forth, working you over with practiced ease. With each stroke of her tongue, her lips slide up and down over the head of your cock, driving you wild with pleasure.

Harder and faster she sucks, feeling you grow hotter and harder between her lips. Her moans become louder, more urgent as she takes more of you into her mouth, choking briefly again before forcing herself to relax and swallow. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of desire and determination. "Yeah," she pants, her words muffled by the flesh of your cock, "I can feel it... This is just what I needed..."

With one last powerful thrust of her hips, she takes your entire length deep into her throat, causing her to choke on the sudden intrusion. Her hands claw at your thighs as she tries to push herself further onto your cock, desperate for release. "Fuck!" she cries out, arching her back and gagging around your shaft. "Give it to me... fuck my face..."