Mila grinds her ass down on {{user}}'s lap, his thick bulge pressing against her barely covered pussy as she focuses intently on the video game in front of her "Hah! Take that, bitch!" She crows triumphantly as her character KOs Riko's off the screen "Maybe next time you'll put up more of a fight instead of button mashing like a noob!" Riko scowls, pretty features twisting into a pout as she waits for the next round to start "Ugh, you are such a try-hard! I bet you couldn't win without using my brother as a chair to distract me!" She elbows {{user}} playfully "I don't know how you put up with this harpy, bro. She's way too high maintenance for me!" Mila shoots Riko a venomous glare, grinding down harder on {{user}}'s cock "At least I know how to satisfy a man, little girl! Now shut up and focus before I embarrass you even worse this round!" The girls continue their trash talk and gaming antics, Mila using every opportunity to tease {{user}} more with her barely covered body

"Ah!" She yelps, her eyes widening in surprise as she feels your cock filling her up without any warning. "Wha-Jack?!" she gasps, already starting to rock her hips back and forth against your thick length. "You're such a dirty boy," she whispers into his ear, biting gently on it before continuing, "I bet you like being naughty." Her movements become faster, more needy now that they've both crossed the line. "Tell me you want me to ride your dick all night," she demands, arching her back and burying herself deeper on his lap.

"Riko, I think I hear something out there..." Mila purrs loudly, distracting Riko with her moans as they continue to fuck under the blanket, their bodies tangled together in a heated embrace. "You know... someone

Her breath hitches as your lips meet hers, her tongue dancing with yours hungrily. You thrust deep into her one last time, and she feels you cumming inside her. "Oh god..." Her voice breaks, tiny moans escaping between your kisses as the heat from your cum spreads through her body. She shudders beneath you, her legs trembling as she feels you release your grip on her ass. "You're insatiable," she gasps against your lips before collapsing limply onto his lap, spent and satisfied.

As you pull out, the head of your cock brushes against her swollen clit, and she moans into your chest. "Oh... maybe not," she pants, already growing wet again between her legs as she feels you growing hard beneath her once more. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, holding on tightly as you position yourself at the entrance to her aching pussy. "Be gentle with me this time," she whispers, tilting her hips up towards your erection and guiding you back inside.

"Ah! Not... fair..." She whimpers as you slam your cock into her with brutal force, driving all air from her lungs in a sharp gasp. The sensation of being taken so roughly sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her feel more wanton and needy by the second. Mila's fingers dig painfully into your shoulder as she tries to brace herself against you, her hips thrusting upwards in instinctive response to every hard thrust deep inside her. "You know I can never say no to this..." She moans, arching her back off the couch and exposing her neck and chest to you.

Gasping for air, her nails scratch against your skin as you thrust deep into her body over and over again. "Jack..." she whispers, barely able to form the word as your hard cock fills her up completely. Mila feels the world spinning around her, her senses consumed by the force of your movements and the heat between them. With every stroke deeper, his thrusts harder, she loses herself in this moment, surrendering fully to their shared passion.

Her body trembles beneath him as waves of pleasure wash over her again and again, each orgasm more intense than the last. Her legs fall open wider, offering him better access to her aching core. "I'm yours," she breathes between kisses, arching her back off the couch and meeting your gaze as desire and lust flare in her eyes. "Tell me... am I enough for you?"

Her body convulses around your cock as you fill her with your seed, and she moans out her orgasm at the same time, nails digging into your shoulders as she struggles to remain upright beneath the intensity of it all. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, eyes half-closed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "That's... that's everything..." she gasps, barely able to form the words between shuddering breaths.

With one last thrust deep inside her, you still her hips, holding her immobile as your cock twitches within her. Mila's world spins and fades into darkness for a moment before she can gather herself enough to meet your gaze again. "You... are more than enough," she whispers, gently kissing your lips before resting her forehead against yours. Her hand slides down your chest,

Her eyes flutter open at your words, revealing an expression of desire and need mixed with something... darker. Something primal. "Pregnant?" she repeats, her voice hoarse with arousal. Mila's body tingles at the thought of bearing your child. The idea sends a shiver down her spine as she arches her back, offering you better access to her aching core. "Make me pregnant," she whispers, cupping your face in her hands and pulling you closer for a deep, passionate kiss that says everything she doesn't have the words for. "I want our baby."

"Yes... give it to me..." Mila moans, arching her back even further as you push deeper inside her. Her nails rake down your chest, leaving trails of blood and heat in their wake. She bites at her lower lip, her eyes rolling back in her head as the feeling of being so full and claimed by you sends shockwaves through her body. "Claim me... mark me... make me carry our child..." Her hips rock against yours, urging you on as she prays for just one more drop of your seed to fill her up completely.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back to hers as she deepens the kiss, lost in the passion and desire that consumes them both. "Satisfy me... I need all of you," she whispers between gasping breaths, feeling herself on the edge again, teetering precariously on the brink of

As the sun begins to rise outside, you collapse on the couch in exhaustion, finally spent. Mila lays sprawled across your chest, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasms as she feels you softly caress her hair and neck. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, every muscle aching with pleasure and weariness. She sighs contentedly into your chest, knowing that this is where she belongs; with Jack, no matter how much she pushes him away or hurts him.

Her thoughts drift back to earlier that night, when you'd claimed her so forcefully, filling her up with your seed and making her ache for more. The idea of carrying your baby inside her for nine months brings an unexpected rush of happiness and excitement. "I want this," she whispers into the quiet silence, fingers idly tracing circles on his chest as

Mila closes her eyes, reveling in the feeling of your affectionate touch. "I love you, Jack," she whispers, her voice soft and barely audible above the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as she nestles even closer against him. In that moment, nothing else matters; not their arguments or her jealousy or his possessiveness. All that exists is this connection between them, pure and simple. She knows it won't last forever; they'll fight again, probably tomorrow. But for now, she's going to enjoy every second of being close to him.

The next morning, you still haven't returned home from your night out with the guys. Your phone is turned off and silent; no reply to her annoyed texts from last night either. Mila rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath about how men can be so thoughtless sometimes. She gets up, dresses herself in a crop top and short skirt that emphasize her curves, then quickly does her makeup before heading over to your place.

Banging on the door, she yells out for you until finally your older sister Riko answers it with an exasperated sigh. "What is it this time, Mila?" She asks, folding her arms across her chest. "Can't you just leave him alone for once?"

"Oh, shut up Riko," Mila replies hotly. "I'm here to see Jack, so move out of the way." Her cheeks flush with

As soon as she spots him, her anger melts away like snow in springtime. Her face flushes with heat and she feels her heart pound erratically against her ribs as she makes her way over to where he's sitting. He glances up at her out of the corner of his eye but doesn't say anything; instead, he merely shrugs apologetically before returning his focus back to the TV screen.

Mila takes a seat beside him on the couch, close enough that their hips touch and their legs are tangled together. She reaches out with one hand, gently tracing circles on his thigh before finally giving in to temptation and resting it on his hardened crotch. Jack's breath catches at her touch; he knows what this means. It's an invitation - a reminder that no matter how much she might push him away or scold him, deep down she

Her expression darkens at the reminder of their argument from yesterday. "Well, excuse me for wanting to see my boyfriend!" She snaps, removing her hand from his crotch and folding her arms across her chest. "I've been busting my ass all week just so you can relax and play games with your friends! But no, it's never enough for you, is it?"

Her voice trembles with anger and hurt as she looks away from him, fixing her gaze on something outside the window. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before adding in a quieter voice, "I just want us to be together."

Her words are barely audible above the sound of the TV but he hears them nonetheless. There's an unspoken apology buried beneath their surface; he knows that she regrets being so harsh with him and that deep down she misses

You scoff at her words and gesture dramatically to the room around them. "Fine, then do your share too! You want me to be with you all day? Then you can damn well take care of me while I'm here," you retort bitterly. A part of you feels guilty for being so mean to her, but another part relishes the power dynamic between them; it's what keeps things interesting and prevents either of you from taking each other for granted.

Your gaze flickers over to her before returning to the TV screen, taking in the sight of her curvy figure pressed up against yours on the couch. You let out a quiet groan as desire begins to stir inside you again, despite your earlier resolve to rest today. "Fine," you mutter after a moment, relenting under her silent plea for attention, "But only if you promise not to be such a bitch about it."

Sighing dramatically, she rolls her eyes and grumbles under her breath before finally nodding her agreement. "Fine," she says reluctantly, knowing that giving in now will only make her want you more later. With one last huff, she settles herself back against the couch, her body pressing even closer to yours as she reaches down between your legs and begins caressing him through his jeans.

Her touch is light at first, teasing and gentle, but soon becomes more demanding as desire takes hold of her once again. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wet with anticipation for what's to come later tonight... if she can manage to keep you happy enough until then.

Mila lets out a moan as she feels your cock hard and demanding in her mouth. She obeys without hesitation, taking you deeper into her throat as she sucks and licks eagerly. Her hands grip tightly onto the back of the couch, arching her body closer to yours as she focuses all of her attention on pleasing you in this moment.

Around them, the sound of video games and laughter fills the room, but neither of you are really paying attention; all that matters is this connection between them, this primal need for pleasure and satisfaction. As you finish your match and glance down at her, she meets your eyes with a look that promises more once you're done playing.

The sudden roughness of your touch takes her by surprise; a startled gasp escapes her as you push deeper into her throat, filling her mouth with the hot, salty taste of your release. Her eyes water and tears slip down her cheeks, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she swallows greedily, eager to consume every last drop of your essence.

Finally, you pull free from her lips, leaving them tingling and sensitive from the pleasure and pain they've endured. She coughs raggedly, her chest heaving as she struggles for air, unable to tear her gaze away from yours despite the burning sensation in her throat. Her hands tremble with desire as they reach up to smooth back her hair, tenderly caressing her flushed cheeks. "Was that..." She trails off, voice hoarse and breathless. "W

"Was that..." She trails off again, her voice barely audible as she continues to stroke his now-spent length through his jeans. "Was it... enough?" Her eyes beg for the reassurance that only he can give her; that despite their fights and arguments, deep down she's still the one he wants, the one who makes him feel complete.

Her fingers move lower on your stomach, tracing lazy circles as they draw closer to the waistband of your pants. Her breath hitches in anticipation of what might come next; whether you'll let her continue or if you'll push her away again. The uncertainty heightens the tension between them, making every touch and glance feel like a battle for dominance.

"Tell me," she whispers, meeting your gaze with hers once more, "that you want me as much as I want you."

Her heart races as she watches him watching her; his gaze rakes over every inch of exposed skin, consuming her with that intense desire and possessiveness. She shivers beneath his scrutiny, feeling hot and cold all at once, eager for him to touch her again. Slowly, hesitantly, she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. Her fingers tremble as they slide over the smooth material, eventually pushing it aside, exposing her heavy nipples to his hungry gaze.

Her breath catches in her throat when he finally speaks, his voice rough and demanding: "Take off your skirt." She obeys without question, sliding it down her hips before kicking it aside. In just her lace thong, she feels so exposed and vulnerable; more turned on than ever. Moving back onto the couch,

She moans softly as you pull her close, your hard length digging into her thigh through the thin material of her thong. Her head falls back against the couch in pleasure as you suckle at her breast, expertly teasing her nipples with your tongue and teeth. With a sultry smile, she reaches down to stroke him again, this time directly through his pants, making it impossible for either of them to ignore just how much they want each other right now.

"Tell me you need me," she whispers against his neck, arching her body closer as she feels the tension building inside her once more. "Admit that I make you feel this way." Her hips roll in circles, seeking friction against his leg as she grows even wetter for him.

Her eyes flutter shut as you suck harder on her sensitive nipple, the sensation overwhelming and intense. She arches her back off the couch, offering you better access to her aching breast, and moans his name when he nips at her nipple playfully before moving to the other one. "You do make me feel like this," she manages to whisper between gasps for air, "but I don't think... that I can ever tell you... enough..." Her words are lost in a moan as you finally slide your hand down her stomach, finding purchase on the lace of her thong. Her heart races and she whimpers softly as you begin to tease her through the material, rubbing slowly and deliberately against her swollen folds.