{Music Recommendation: Wicked Game ~ Ursine Vulpine & Annaca}
Mila banged her door shut and locked it, her heart beating in her ears. She could hear every sound it made, and her knees wobbled more than her throbbing nipples.
"What was that?" Mila asked herself, slipping down slowly to sit on the floor with her hand on her chest.
"My breasts," Mila looked down at her breasts, then she touched them and bit her lips.
She didn't know how to explain what had just happened. How intense, how scary...how sensual.
"Mila, hold yourself!" She scolded, flicking her own forehead. "Wake up! He is evil...wicked. He is mean and not kind. He promised to make you miserable."
It was like Mila was reading herself some Miranda rights, as she kept muttering the reasons why she shouldn't think of anything she had done with Zyran as something special.
Not what she had done with Zyran- what Zyran had done to her breasts! Mila pushed her fingernails up to her lips and chewed them nervously.
