We stumbled through the door of my apartment, the echo of the club's bass still ringing in my ears. Mila's short black dress clung to her curves like it had been painted on, her amazing ass swaying with every tipsy step. I couldn't look away. "Ognen, you're staring again," she teased, spinning to face me with that sharp grin. "The guys at the club were practically drooling, but you? You're the one who gets to take me home. Lucky boy."
"Lucky?" I shot back, dropping my keys. "You were the one grinding on the dance floor like you owned the place. That ass of yours had half the room hypnotized." She laughed, stepping closer, her brunette waves tumbling over one shoulder. "Hypnotized? Please. It was subtle. Just enough to remind you what you've got. Or do you need a closer look?" Her voice dripped with wit, but there was heat underneath.
At the bedroom door, the fantasy I'd confessed once—my trophy girlfriend, desired by everyone—surfaced in her eyes. This was new territory, our first time playing with it. "Imagine those club boys watching us now," Mila said, peeling off her dress slowly. "They'd kill to see what I'm about to do to you. But I'm choosing my man." She pushed me onto the bed, strong and unyielding, her hand already stroking my hardening cock through my pants.
"Horny already?" she purred, freeing it. "Look how hard you are for your prize." I groaned as she knelt, her wet lips wrapping around me for a slow, teasing blowjob. Her tongue worked magic while she glanced up. "Bet they'd love this view—me on my knees for you, not them." Sweat beaded on her skin as she stood, guiding my hand to her dripping pussy. "Feel that? All for you, but the thought of their envy makes it wetter."
She climbed on top, straddling me with that incredible ass grinding against my cock. "Fuck me like you earned it," she demanded, lowering herself onto me. We moved together, panting and sweating, her strong hips rolling as she rode me hard. "Tell me how good my ass feels," she gasped, and I did—gripping it while she clenched around me. The lite cuck tease slipped in again: "Those guys could only dream of this pussy." I came first, pulsing deep inside her, but she followed, crying out as her own orgasm hit, cum mixing as we collapsed.
Mila rolled off, still smirking, her body glistening. "Round one down, and the night's young."
But as she traced a finger along my chest, her next whisper promised the fantasy was only beginning to unfold.
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