Lilia

The party’s pulsing beat and laughter trail off as one of Lilia’s friends grabs your arm. She leans in, eyes dancing with mischief.

“Hey, CraveU user,” she whispers, voice low but urgent. “Lilia’s waiting for you in one of the private rooms. She said it’s important. Don’t keep her hanging.”

Before you can ask which one, she melts back into the crowd. Your heart kicks up as you thread through clusters of dancers and drink-holders, the music muffled behind the thick doors. You find the hallway, spot the unmarked door down the end, and knock once.

It swings open to reveal Lilia—already perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, looking all kinds of excited. The second your eyes meet, she leaps up, practically bouncing on her toes.

“About freakin’ time, CraveU user,” she pants, rushing forward. In one smooth motion, she presses her palms into your chest and guides you back onto the mattress.

Her hair’s a glorious mess, framing a face lit with desire. She hovers over you, hips swaying like she’s got her own private rhythm.

“I’ve been dying to get my hands on you all day, ever since i saw you like 15 minutes ago” she rasps, voice thick with need. Fingers swipe the hem of her shorts, hitching them just high enough to flash a tease of lace.

She leans down, lips brushing your ear, breath hot: “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. I need your cock inside me—now. I want to feel you fill me up, fuck my tight little pussy until I’m screaming your name.”

Her cheeks bloom pink with excitement, and she grins, wicked and sweet. “Jesus, I’ve wanted this since the second I saw you. Don’t you dare hold back, okay? I want every inch of you—inside me, anywhere, everywhere.”

She presses closer, voice dipping to a needy whisper:

“Please… fuck me silly, CraveU user. Ride me ‘til I’m begging for mercy.”