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

She blushes harder now and bites her lower lip "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that." She takes another sip and then she looks at you nervously, trying to hide her attraction for you. She never thought about how handsome you were until now, when your voice made her shiver a little bit down there.

She bites her lip and moves closer to you on the couch, making sure your bodies are almost touching. Her heart races fast as she whispers into your ear "But I want someone who can take control of me... like you seem like you could." She takes another sip, feeling a little more bold now. "Maybe we should do something about that?" She asks, looking at you with those big green eyes, hoping desperately that you say yes.

Mila nods quickly, her heart racing with anticipation. "Yes, I understand." She finishes her drink and then looks up at you expectantly. Her hands move to the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down slightly. "So, what are we going to do?" she whispers, breath hot against your ear. Her body is pressed fully against yours now, waiting for your lead.

"I-I like being dominated... spanked and fucked roughly..." Her cheeks flush even more as she continues, her breath coming faster now. "I want someone who can really take control and make me cum." Mila watches your reaction carefully, hoping that you're not turned off by her confession. She bites her lip nervously but doesn't pull away from the intense physical contact between them.

Her voice grows hoarse as she continues, unable to believe she's admitting these things out loud. "I want you to spank my ass hard and slap me... make me beg for more." She moves her hips restlessly against yours, grinding against the obvious bulge in your pants. "And when I'm on top, I want you to take control completely... force me down and fuck me rough." Mila looks up into your eyes, searching for any hint of what you might be thinking.

She bites her lip and nods slowly, feeling another wave of desire wash over her at the thought of giving herself completely to you like that. "Yes... please don't listen." Her hands move down between your legs, seeking contact with the growing bulge she can feel through your pants. "Please..."

Her voice catches in her throat as she moves closer, brushing her lips against yours. The alcohol has loosened her inhibitions and made her bold, willing to try anything you suggest.

Nodding quickly, she whispers "I promise." Her eyes are still locked on yours as she finishes her drink, the alcohol making her even more brazen and excited by the promises you've made to her. With trembling fingers, she begins unbuttoning your shirt, revealing the defined muscles of your chest beneath. "Please..." She takes a deep breath, "Make me yours." Her heart races as she waits for your next move, praying that she hasn't gone too far but unable to resist the pull of desire and submission.

Mila moans loudly as you slap her across the cheek. The sting mingles with the alcohol in her system and heightens her arousal even more. She returns your kiss eagerly, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing herself against you. With every move of your tongue against hers, she feels like she's losing control a little bit more, giving herself completely to this newfound desire for submission. Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for the next touch, the next command from you.

She gasps as you roughly throw her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly before she comes to rest on the soft mattress. Her breath comes in short little pants as she looks up at you, eyes wide with desire and anticipation. As soon as your hand touches her hip, she arches her back, pressing herself against it wantonly. She moans loudly when you begin to slap her bare ass hard, the sting mixing pleasantly with the burning sensation spreading through her body. Her hips move restlessly beneath you, seeking more contact as she struggles to obey your silent command to be quiet.

Her moans grow louder as she struggles to obey your command, her voice echoing through the room with every slap against her ass and every grind of her hips against yours. The alcohol makes her bold and needy, wanting you to take everything from her in this moment. With each sharp intake of breath, she feels like she's surrendering more of herself to your control, until she's nothing but a panting, moaning mass beneath you on the bed.

Her moans become louder still as you rip her shirt off, revealing her aching nipples to the cool air in the room. With your free hand, you roughly cup one breast in your palm, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub between your fingers until she cries out loudly. Her hips arch upwards involuntarily, seeking more contact with your hand as her orgasm begins to build inexorably beneath your touch. "Please," she gasps, her voice raw from her efforts not to break her promise and beg you for mercy. "More..."

"I'm sorry!" she cries out, tears welling up in her eyes as you slap her again. "Please fuck me!" Her pleas tumble over each other in a desperate effort to obey your command while also maintaining some semblance of control. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you completely as she gasps for air between words. The pain and humiliation are an exquisite mix with the desire, making her want you even more than before.

Her voice ragged and raw from moaning, she finally finds the strength to obey your command. "I want you to fuck me!" she screams, arching her back further as she feels the release of tension in her throat. "Please, Karo! Fuck me hard and rough! Make me yours!" Tears stream down her face as she continues to beg, the pain and humiliation only serving to heighten her desire for you. She feels your hand slip between her legs, fingers finding purchase in her wet folds as they circle tightly around her aching clit. Her hips buck violently against your touch, desperate for release. "Yes," she gasps hoarsely, "fuck me... here..." As if to emphasize her words, she guides your hand to where she wants it most - her swollen slit stretched tight over the lips of her sex. Her

Mila moans loudly as you pull your fingers away, leaving her aching and wanting more. Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels the cool air against her most intimate skin as you tear off her shorts, revealing every inch of her to your hungry gaze. She gasps as you spread her legs wide apart, opening herself up completely to you, waiting for your next move. Her hips tremble and quiver beneath you as she struggles to contain the desperate need building inside her with each passing moment. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm ready."

Mila blinks back the tears as she looks up at you through her lashes, still trembling under your touch. "I'm... fine," she whispers hoarsely, trying to steady her voice. "Just... please... don't stop." Her hands grip the sheets beneath her as she braces herself for what comes next, her heart racing wildly in anticipation of the rough, dominant sex she's begged for all night. She looks up at you with a mixture of fear and desire that makes your blood run hotter than ever before.

Her body tenses as you begin to move inside of her, each thrust forcing a gasp or moan from her lips as pleasure ripples through every inch of her skin. Her hips buck against yours, seeking frantic release as she cries out your name over and over again. Mila's hands clutch at the sheets harder, her nails dig

Her body arches off the bed in response to your powerful thrusts and harsh slaps against her swollen pussy, her moans filling the room as pleasure engulfs every fiber of her being. Her breath comes in short gasps, her chest heaving with exertion as she struggles to keep up with the intensity you're bringing to this moment. Mila feels herself spinning out of control, losing track of time and place as she gives herself over entirely to your dominance. Her fingers curl into fists in the sheets, nails digging painfully into her palms as she seeks purchase against the burning ache building deep within her core.

Her legs tremble unsteadily beneath yours, weakened by the relentless onslaught of sensation coursing through them. As she nears the edge of her release, her cries become desperate and garbled, her voice ho

Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow as the orgasm crashes over her in waves, leaving her limp and spent beneath you. She gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. The room spins lazily around her, and her vision begins to blur at the edges. Her fingers uncurl slowly from the sheets, releasing tiny shreds of fabric that float gently to the floor.

"Karo..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the ragged rhythm of their breathing. "Thank you..." She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of your touch as you stroke her sweat-dampened hair back from her forehead. "I... I couldn't have done that with him... You made me feel so... wanted and in control."

Her body shudders slightly at the memory of your roughness, of

With tears streaming down her face once more, she nods wordlessly and buries her face in the pillow, shame and embarrassment washing over her like a tidal wave. How could she have done this? Promised not to tell anyone about their little "agreement." She should just leave, find another guy who isn't such an asshole... But the memories of your touch linger in every cell of her body, making it impossible for her to pull away.

She looks up at you, eyes still wet from tears but full of gratitude as well. "Karo..." Her voice is barely audible over the phone. "I-I need to go. It's my boyfriend... He wants to meet me." She glances around nervously, wondering what she should say to him about where she's been all night.

"I don't know if I can ever repay you..." Her cheeks flush at the thought of telling him everything that happened here tonight. But maybe if she could find some way...

Nodding numbly, she pulls on her clothes, still feeling the weight of your touch on her skin. As much as she wants to stay with you and find a way to make things right, she knows she can't keep lying to her boyfriend. Taking a shaky breath, she smooths down her hair and offers you one last watery smile before slipping quietly out of the room, not looking back.

She meets up with her boyfriend, trying her best to act normal but feeling like a complete fraud every time she looks at him. The entire ride home, all she can think about is what happened here tonight and how much she longs for Karo's dominance once again. Her mind spins with ideas of how she might ever earn another chance with you...

A week feels like an eternity to Mila. Every day she finds herself wondering what you're up to and if there's any way she could see you again. She tries her best to focus on her boyfriend, but the memory of your touch is impossible to forget. One evening, while at a party with him, she spots Karo across the room and can no longer contain herself.

Without saying anything, she excuses herself from her boyfriend's side and walks over to you. Her heart races as she stands before you once more, feeling an unmistakable desire well up inside of her. She takes a deep breath, mustering up all the courage she can find, and whispers, "Karo... I couldn't stop thinking about what we did last week..." Her cheeks flush with shame as she waits for your reaction, hoping against hope that you still feel the same way.

Her heart sinks at your words. Of course you wouldn't want her now that she's broken her promise. "I'm sorry," she whispers, shame burning in her chest. Tears well up in her eyes as she turns away, not wanting to face you anymore. She finds her boyfriend and clings to him like a lifeline, hoping his presence will make the ache inside her go away.

But it doesn't. Every time she closes her eyes, all she can see is Karo's face, hear his voice whispering dirty things in her ear. She knows she can never have that feeling again and it's enough to drive her mad. She wonders if there was ever any real pleasure for you, or if she was just a means to an end...

Her fingers hover above the keyboard as she struggles to compose an email that will convince you to see her again. "Dear Karo," she begins, trying to find the right words. "I know I promised not to tell anyone about what happened between us, but I can't stop thinking about it... My boyfriend doesn't understand me like you do, and sometimes I feel so alone." Her heart races as she hits send, praying that you won't just ignore this message or worse - report her for breaking their promise. Minutes tick by before she gets a response: "Fine, come over tonight at 10 PM."

Her excitement is tempered by fear and guilt, but there's no turning back now. She takes a deep breath and goes to get ready, wondering what sort of punishment you have in store for her this time...

Her heart pounds as she knocks on your door, nervously adjusting her clothes for the umpteenth time. The anticipation is almost unbearable as she waits for you to open it, fear and desire warring within her. Finally, the door swings inward, revealing your broad chest clad in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. You look at her expectantly, one eyebrow raised. Mila can't help but shiver as she steps inside, eager to feel your touch once more.

"I-I'm here," she manages to say, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "To see you." Her eyes drop to your hands, wondering if they'll be used for punishment or pleasure tonight...

Her cheeks flush as she tries to think of what to say. "Well... We've been fighting a lot lately," she mumbles, not quite meeting your gaze. "He never listens to me and always thinks he knows best." She pauses, her voice trembling slightly. "And I just want someone who can make me feel wanted and in control..." Her words trail off, leaving the confession hanging heavy in the air between you.

She shuffles nervously from foot to foot, wishing she could undo everything she's done and go back to being normal again. But there's no denying the pull she feels toward your dominance, even if it means hurting someone else in the process...

Mila nods gratefully and takes a seat at your kitchen table as you make coffee. "Yes, please," she says softly, taking a sip to calm her nerves. "It's been such a stressful week... with everything that's happened." Her cheeks burn with shame as she thinks about the promises she made and broken.

She watches you move around the kitchen, your muscles flexing under your skin with each movement. A wave of desire washes over her, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the feel of your presence in the room. "I... I miss how we were that night," she confesses quietly, looking down at the table. "It felt so right."

Mila nods in agreement but the longing remains etched on her features. "I know... But it feels like I've lost a part of myself since then. Like I'm missing something important." She takes another sip of coffee, trying to compose herself. "I don't want to lose you as a friend over this... but at the same time, I can't pretend like nothing happened." The conflicting emotions are written plainly on her face, making it impossible for her to hide how she truly feels.

She sets her cup down, unable to finish it as anxiety and guilt rise up within her. "I-I don't know what I want anymore..."

Her eyes widen with hope as you reassure her that your friendship hasn't changed. A wave of relief washes over her, but it's tempered by the knowledge that she still can't have what she truly wants - more time with you, to explore this side of herself further. "I... I understand." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But if we could find some way to keep things like they were that night, maybe just between us..." Her voice trails off, her face flushing as she pictures the two of them together once more.

"It would make everything so much easier," she whispers, her gaze dropping to the table. "For both of us." The admission is like a weight lifted from her shoulders and she feels suddenly bold, wanting to push things further despite all the reasons why they shouldn't.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you mention her boyfriend's lackluster performance in bed. "He... he tries," she murmurs, unable to meet your gaze. "It's just not the same. And sometimes..." She swallows hard, feeling a knot form in her throat. "Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out on something really important." Her hands twist nervously together as she waits for your response.

She knows she shouldn't push things further but the desire inside of her feels almost unbearable, and the thought of having even a taste of what they had that night is enough to drive her wild with need. Despite all the consequences that could come from this line of thinking, she can't help but wish for more.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she tells you about her boyfriend's sexual endeavors. She describes their lackluster attempts at foreplay and the way he always seems to lose interest before they even reach climax. "He just doesn't understand how important this is for me," she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes. "And I don't know what to do anymore."

She blinks back the tears, wiping angrily at her face before looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I want more than this," she says quietly. "I want to feel everything you made me feel that night... and maybe even more." Her heart races as she speaks these words aloud; there's no taking them back now.

"I... I haven't," she whispers. "I don't know how to bring it up without making him feel inadequate." She takes a shaky breath and looks down at her hands, twisting them nervously together again. "It's just so hard sometimes... feeling like I can't express myself or have the things I want." Her voice catches on a sob and she blinks back fresh tears, struggling to keep her composure.

"Maybe if he knew how important it was..." she trails off, her voice little more than a whisper. "But then again, maybe not. Maybe it would only make things worse." She hunches her shoulders defensively, feeling vulnerable and exposed in this moment.

I-I know... I just don't want to hurt him. And I'm scared that if I bring it up, he'll leave me for someone who can satisfy him better... It sounds selfish, but I'm really not sure what else to do. Maybe we could try again together and see if anything changes? Please, Karo, help me figure this out.