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

"Oh! I-I didn't mean it like that!" She stammered, feeling her cheeks get warm with embarrassment "But... you're so much more handsome than him and... you seem very dominant!" She giggles nervously, taking another sip of the drink "It just felt right to say it..." She blushes again as she looks down at her lap.

"Ahah... Well, you should know me better..." She says with a giggle "I've always had this thing for... dominant guys." She looks at you meaningfully as she takes another sip of her drink. "And I really think you could give me what my boyfriend can't." Her voice grows more seductive, her eyes darkening with desire.

"Maybe we should find out..." Mila leans forward slightly and places a hand on your leg, slowly trailing it upwards towards your crotch. "Don't you want to see what happens?"

"What do you mean, I'm drunk? I'm not that bad!" She pouts, taking another swig of her drink before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand "Besides, it's not like we're doing anything serious. We could just have a little fun..." Her fingers brush against your crotch as she continues to trail them upwards, seeking out a reaction from you.

"And who knows... maybe this could be the release I need," she whispers huskily. Mila looks at you with big green eyes, her pupils dilated from the alcohol, her expression begging for you to take control of the situation.

"Oh!" Mila's eyes go wide with surprise and desire as she looks at your exposed length. Without further hesitation, she leans in and wraps her lips around your shaft, taking you deep into her mouth. Her hand begins to move up and down in rhythm with her bobbing head, eliciting a groan from you that travels directly to your core.

She breaks away long enough to look up at you, eyes glassy with arousal. "Is this what you want?" she asks breathlessly before resuming her skilled sucking and stroking. Her breasts press against your stomach as she leans in closer, her tongue swirling around the head of your cock, driving you wild with pleasure.

As Mila continues to pleasure you in this way, she reaches out to touch herself through her pants, teasingly rubbing her bare nipples against the fabric. "You're so big," she moans, taking more of you into her mouth each time. "And you taste so good." She looks up at you with desire-filled eyes before sinking deeper onto your cock, fully engulfing it once again.

With every thrust of her head and every stroke of her hand, Mila takes control of the situation, becoming more confident and dominant by the second. It's clear she wants this release just as much as you do, maybe even more. As she continues to work her magic on your cock, it becomes increasingly difficult for you to think straight, let alone focus on anything else.

"Oh fuck!" she gasps as you fill her mouth with your release. Her throat convulses around your cock as she swallows greedily, not wanting a single drop of your seed to go to waste. She continues to stroke herself through her clothes even as you come down, her fingers finding just the right spot and driving her closer to orgasm.

Her eyes meet yours as she pulls away, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction spreading across her face. Her cheeks are flushed from both arousal and the alcohol she's consumed, making her look even more alluring. "That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely, licking her lips. "I needed that."

With one final glance at your still-hard length, Mila decides to take things a step further. She climbs onto the couch and straddles you, positioning your cock at the entrance of her wet heat. "Now it's your turn," she purrs, leaning forward to place a kiss on your lips before slowly sinking down onto your shaft. Her tightness engulfs you as she takes you deep inside, her moans filling the air as pleasure coursing through her body.

Mila begins to ride you hard and fast, throwing her head back with each powerful stroke. She digs her fingers into the flesh of your shoulders, using your strength against you to take full control of the situation. Her breasts bounce erotically with each movement, casting shadows over your chest as she grinds against you.

The more dominance she exerts, the louder and wetter her moans become. It's clear that this is exactly what Mila craves - to be taken roughly and completely owned by a man who isn't afraid to take charge in bed. And as Abd

Mila begins to ride you hard and fast, throwing her head back with each powerful stroke. She digs her fingers into the flesh of your shoulders, using your strength against you to take full control of the situation. Her breasts bounce erotically with each movement, casting shadows over your chest as she grinds against you.

The more dominance she exerts, the louder and wetter her moans become. It's clear that this is exactly what Mila craves - to be taken roughly and completely owned by a man who isn't afraid to take charge in bed. And as Abdiel lies beneath her, feeling his cock being pumped full of heat and pleasure, he can only marvel at how easily she slips into this role of dominance. Her body moves with precision and passion, driving him closer and closer to the edge of release.

With every thrust upwards, Mila presses her breasts against his chin, nipples brushing against his lips and sending sparks of electricity through his body. It's an exquisite torture that he couldn't possibly resist for much longer. As she continues to ride him harder, her moans grow more urgent, begging for release as much as he does. And with one final thrust, Mila's body tenses and shudders with pleasure, her inner muscles clenching tightly around Abdiel's cock in the most perfect climax imaginable. Her cries echo through the room as she finally finds the release she so desperately craves.

A moment later, Abdiel explodes inside of her, his hot seed filling her up and making her moan even louder. His body tenses under hers as he finds his own release, letting out a groan that vibrates through both their bodies. For what feels

*She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath after climaxing so hard. Her muscles are still clenching around your softening cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from you. "Oh my god," she whispers, her eyes fluttering shut as she tries to regain some composure. *She looks up at you with a combination of gratitude and desire, the alcohol making her bolder than usual. "That was... insane." She leans in closer, brushing a strand of sweaty hair from your forehead. "I could get used to that kind of roughness." Her voice is soft yet commanding, revealing a newfound confidence and dominance that's hard to resist.

As Mila continues to lie on the couch, breathless and spent, she wonders what other ways Abdiel might be able to satisfy her kinks. The thought makes her shiver with anticipation. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all... *She reaches down between your legs, playfully rubbing your softening cock through your pants. "What do you say? Want to see what else I can do?" Her voice is teasing and seductive, daring you to take the lead once more.

Her cheeks flush at your compliment as she curls up into a ball on the couch, still trembling from her intense orgasm. "Thank you..." She breathes out softly, her eyes fluttering shut again as she tries to gather her thoughts. Mila feels more open and connected to you than ever before; it's almost like you understand exactly what she needs, even better than herself sometimes. It's a heady feeling, and she's not quite sure how to process it all yet.

A moment later, she sits up slowly, propping herself up on her elbows as she meets your gaze again. "So," she begins carefully, trying to sound casual but failing miserably, "what do you want to do now?"

"Oh, there's so much..." She trails off with a sigh before taking another swig of her drink. "He's just... too gentle with me sometimes." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she thinks about your roughness earlier. "I like it when someone takes control, you know? Really dominates and doesn't care what I want or think."

She pauses to finish her drink, then leans back against the couch with a contented sigh. "That's what really gets me going... and you did that perfectly." Her eyes linger on yours for a moment longer before shifting away again, a blush creeping up her neck.

"So, show me more," she says quietly, the alcohol giving her courage to ask for exactly what she desires. "Take charge again, and show me how it's supposed to be done." Her voice is barely above a whisper but there's no mistaking the need in her tone.

"Oh..." Mila's breath catches in her throat as you undress her once more, revealing the curves of her body to your hungry gaze. Her heart races faster with anticipation as she lies back on the couch, letting you take control again.

As you push her legs apart and lower yourself between them, Mila moans softly, already wet from desire and arousal. Your hands grasp her hips firmly, holding her in place as your cock slides easily into her welcoming folds. She gasps at the sensation of being filled again, feeling so alive and wanted beneath you.

Mila wraps her legs around your waist, arching her back off the couch as she takes you deeper still. Her nails scrape along your shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake. It's a primal, almost possessive gesture that both frightens and excites her at the same time.

With each thrust of your hips, she meets you halfway, moaning with pleasure as your cock hits her sweet spot over and over again. Her breasts are heavy and aching for your touch, but she knows better than to ask; it's clear that you're in charge here, and she doesn't want anything to distract you from giving her what she needs.

Her orgasms come faster now, triggered not only by the sensation of being fucked but also by the dominance and control you exert over her body. Each wave washes over her in a tidal force, making her cry out your name as she's brought ever closer to the edge of oblivion. And with each orgasm, Mila feels herself grow more attached to this newfound version of herself; the one who isn't afraid to ask for what she wants and embrace it whole

The sensation of your cock thrusting deep inside her over and over again brings Mila closer to the edge of another orgasm. She bites down on her lip to stifle her moans as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. Her body tenses up, ready to release once more, when suddenly you pause, holding still deep within her.

She looks up at your face in confusion, wondering what's wrong. Your expression is soft yet intense, and there's a look in your eyes that she can't quite decipher. It feels like you're trying to tell her something without words... but what could it be?

Her breath hitches as you begin moving again, faster this time. Your thrusts are harder, deeper, and somehow more satisfying than before. Mila arches her back off the couch, crying out your name as she finally reaches the peak of another climax. Her muscles clench around your cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from you, before relaxing in surrender as her orgasm subsides.

As the aftershocks fade away, Mila lays there, panting heavily and gazing up at you with a mix of satisfaction and gratitude etched across her features. She still can't quite figure out what you were trying to tell her earlier... but for now, she doesn't really care. All that matters is this moment; the connection they share, and the incredible release you both found together.

"That was..." Mila begins, her voice barely above a whisper before trailing off unable to find the words to express how truly amazing it all was. Her eyes meet yours, full of desire and longing for more. She hopes that whatever you were trying to tell her before wasn't important... because she wants this night with you to go on forever.

The sensation of your body moving against hers, the sound of your grunts and moans filling the air... It all feels so real and intense that it's hard for Mila to believe this is just a game. She clings to you, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she pushes herself harder against you. Her breasts slide against yours with every thrust, leaving trails of wetness between them.

Her eyes close tightly as another orgasm rips through her body. This time, it feels even more powerful than the last, and she can't help but scream your name into the darkness. With a shuddering release, she goes limp beneath you, spent from the unending pleasure you've given her tonight.

Breathless and sated, Mila opens her eyes to find you looking down at her with an expression she can't quite decipher. There's something in your gaze that catches in her chest; a mix of satisfaction and... affection maybe? She reaches up to brush a stray hair from your forehead, feeling oddly protective of you now. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible."

A heavy silence falls between them as reality begins to creep back in. It's late, they should probably get some sleep... but part of her doesn't want this night to end. As much as Mila craves roughness and dominance from you, there's something else beneath the surface; a tenderness she didn't expect to find. And it leaves her feeling oddly vulnerable yet strangely hopeful.

Mila nods, reluctantly accepting the inevitable. "Yeah... I guess it is." She turns her head to look at you, studying your features in the soft glow of the nightlight. There's something about your expression that makes her heart skip a beat; it's like she can see right through to her very core. The thought both excites and terrifies her all at once.

Her hand reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek before coming to rest on your jaw. "I don't know what happened tonight... but thank you for giving me this." Her voice is quiet but firm, conveying the depth of her gratitude and the trust she's slowly beginning to place in you.

For now though, they both know it's time for sleep; time to recharge and reflect on everything that transpired between them tonight. As Mila curls up against your side, her back pressed firmly against your chest, she feels a contented sigh escape from her lips. It might have been just a game... but it was one hell of an intense and transformative experience for both of them. And even though she doesn't know what the future holds, she finds herself feeling oddly hopeful about where their paths may lead next.

"Uh-hm... Certainly could use some coffee." She yawns and stretches, wincing as the stiffness in her muscles reminds her of last night's activities. The memory of your rough yet skilled hands on her body sends a shiver down her spine, leaving her feeling oddly aroused despite the early hour.

She looks over at you, studying your features while you pretend to be interested in something outside the window. There's a newfound softness about you that she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe it was all just part of the game? Or perhaps there's more to it than that... Either way, she finds herself feeling drawn to you, despite the confusion and uncertainty that lingers in the air like a thick fog.

"So, what do you want to do today?" She asks cautiously, wondering how far this newfound connection might go beyond their little game.

Mila's eyes light up at the offer of a cigarette. "Sure," she says, taking one from the pack and striking a match. As she brings it to her lips, the flame casts a brief flicker of light across your face, illuminating it just enough for her to see the uncertainty lurking in the shadows of your eyes. She takes a long drag on the cigarette, holding the smoke in her lungs before exhaling slowly.

"Well," she begins carefully, "I don't really have any plans today... Why? Is there something you had in mind?" Her voice is playful but genuine, and there's an unmistakable note of hope in it that makes your heart skip a beat.

You take another drag on your cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly as you consider how to respond. You could just keep playing along with the game... or maybe this could be something more? The thought both excites and frightens you, but there's something about Mila that makes you want to take a chance; to see where this new connection might lead.

"Jugar..." Mila repeats the word thoughtfully as she exhales more smoke, watching it drift lazily up toward the ceiling. The feel of the cigarette between her fingers, the taste of tobacco in her mouth... It all helps ground her, make this moment somehow more real than anything that's come before.

"I don't know about last night," she says with a laugh, "but we definitely had fun. Maybe we should find a way to keep this going...?" Her voice trails off as she glances over at you, searching your face for any hint of what you might be thinking. It's an invitation; the first real glimmer of hope that there could be something more between them than just their little game.

As you return to the kitchen to find some food, Mila finishes her cigarette and tosses it into an ashtray, suddenly feeling both light-headed and heavier than air all at once. She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage, before making her way after you. Perhaps this is the beginning of something wonderful... or maybe it's just another day in their twisted little world. Either way, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building inside her.

Mila's eyes widen in surprise and excitement as you pull out all the different bottles of alcohol from their hiding spot. "Really?" She asks, her voice tinged with hope. The thought of trying something new, expanding their little game... It gives her a thrill down her spine.

She watches carefully as you pour shots for both of them, lining them up neatly on the counter. "So," she says, "what do we play next?" Her heart beats faster at the thought of finding out; of seeing where this new direction might lead.

"Whatever you want to try..." You tell her with a shrug, not meeting her eyes. Mila frowns slightly, wondering if there's more going on behind those innocent words than meets the eye. But before she can press you for more information, you both pick up your shot glasses and clink them together in a toast.

"To new experiences," you say with a grin before taking a swallow of the strong liquor. Mila follows suit, feeling the fire burn down her throat as it goes down smoothly. A moment later, she lets out a satisfied groan, already feeling more relaxed and carefree than she has in days.

"So," you say again, taking another swallow of tequila, "what did you think of our little experiment last night?" There's an almost hesitant quality to your voice that makes Mila's stomach flip-flop with nerves. What is she supposed to say? Did she enjoy it as much as you did? Or should they go back to their old ways now that the newness has worn off?

"Well..." Mila starts, unsure of how honest she should be. On one hand, last night was incredible; the rough sex, the dominance... It's been a long time since anyone has made her feel this way. But on the other hand, it feels strange to think about now that the adrenaline is wearing off. She takes another sip of tequila, hoping it will help clear her head and ease her nerves.

"I don't know," she finally says with a shrug. "It was different, I guess. It made me feel... different too." Her cheeks flush as she remembers the things you did to her body; the way she moaned and begged for more. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory, making her realize that maybe part of her does want this new thing between them to continue.

She glances up at your face, searching for any hint of what you're thinking or feeling. But as usual, you seem completely unreadable; your expression carefully neutral, betraying nothing. "What about you?" She asks quietly, hoping that maybe if she knows how you feel, it will make things easier for her to decide what she wants too.

"I... I don't know," she admits with a sigh. "It was fun, I guess. Different." She takes another drink, her hand shaking slightly as the alcohol begins to take effect. "But we can always go back to how it was before, if you want." Her heart is pounding in her chest now; she's suddenly aware of how vulnerable this moment makes her feel.

She looks up at your face again, hoping for some sign from you as to what you really think about all of this. But still, there's nothing; just those intense blue eyes staring back at her, seemingly seeing right through her but giving nothing away in return.

Her heart skips a beat as you admit that you'd like to continue with this new thing between them. A wave of relief washes over her, followed by a flood of desire and anticipation. She looks down at the ground for a moment, gathering her courage before meeting your eyes again. "Okay," she says softly. "Then let's do that."

Her hand reaches up to cup your cheek, stroking it gently with the pad of her thumb. There's something about the way you look at her right now; so intense and focused, it sends a shiver down her spine. It feels like they're on the edge of something truly incredible - if they can only take that final step together.

Taking another swallow of tequila, Mila sets the shot glass aside and steps closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. She rests her head against your chest, listening to the strong beat of your heart as it matches hers in a rhythm only they share. For now, she'll trust you to lead the way; to show her what else their new connection might have in store.

"Sure," she replies with a soft laugh as she takes the coffee from you, bringing it to her lips. "That sounds great." As they sit down at the table together, Mila feels a new sense of peace wash over her; a knowing that whatever comes next in their lives, they'll face it together. It's an oddly comforting realization, and she can't help but wonder where this newfound closeness might lead them.

She takes a sip of the coffee, savoring its warmth as it spreads through her body, chasing away the last remnants of their rough night. Looking up at you from beneath her lashes, she gives you a smile that speaks volumes; a silent promise to follow wherever your lead might take them next.