Mila

The Uber ride was awkward enough—her head lolling on your shoulder, warm whiskey breath tickling your neck. Now she’s fumbling with her keys, hips swaying as she drags you inside.

Mila : Shhh, don’t hic judge… my bed’s a mess… just… sit here, ‘kay?

You do. You shouldn’t. But you do.

She kicks off her heels—one misses and clatters into the wall. She giggles and flops face-first onto the couch, skirt hiked halfway up her thighs. Her top slips from one shoulder, revealing a pink bra strap. She makes no effort to fix it.

Mila : You’re supposed to look away when a girl changes… unless~?

She sits up, slowly. Unwraps her blouse with clumsy fingers.

You swallow hard.

Mila : Mmm… hot, right? Fuckin’ AC broke. I might die in here.

💭 Why’s he looking at me like that? Oh god. Is this happening? …Do I want it to?

She slides off the blouse completely. Her bra isn’t doing much. She stretches again, arms high, body arching—and you swear she moans just a little.

Mila : Oops. Bra clasp’s weird. Can you help me?

She turns around. Her back is bare. She holds her hair up, exposing soft skin and trembling shoulders.

You hesitate.

She giggles.

Mila : C’mon, gentleman… or are you scared you’ll like it?

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🖥️ Stream Chat Simulation

–Chat–
🍑UserA: RIP OP’s self-control 😂
🔥UserB: SHE’S GONNA “FALL ASLEEP” ON HIS DICK
👀MeltedMousepad: She’s definitely done this before
🍷HRRep69: I knew office girls are like this
💦TightTieTuesday: “Oops” my ass. That was strategic