Lush Life

July 2018, Los Angeles, California.

Ana was out on a photoshoot and I was in, bored and halfway through a coffee. A mid-afternoon cup to give me more energy and alleviate the boredom. I'd left the gate open and turned off the security system just to avoid Ana having to punch in the code when she got back.

That's when my doorbell rang. I expected it to be Ana, hoping they cancelled the shoot for some reason. When I opened the door, Milana Vayntrub was standing there.

"Hey," Milana said quietly, dressed up in a loose, grey, and almost ugly dress. I stepped aside and let her in. Her body brushed against mine, but she wasn't leaning in. She didn't linger. I could tell something was on her mind, very similar to the last time she showed up at my front door unannounced. Last time seemed like a casual drop-in, an excuse to fuck disguised behind giving me my check.

"You want some water? Coffee? Wine? A mid-day wine session?" I asked.

"Water's fine." Milana said with a faint smile that didn't reach her eyes.

I grabbed her a glass from the kitchen while she stood in the middle of the living room like a ghost. Milana usually stood proud, her body swaying like she was constantly humming a tune in her head. But now she was as still as a statue. Her dress hung off her shoulders like it was trying to make her small, and her left hand was awkwardly at her side, her fingers curled like they were trying to hide something.

When I handed her the glass, she took it with her right. Milana sat on the edge of the couch and crossed her legs.

"So... how's Ana?"

"She's good. She's doing her media obligations. Photoshoots and things like that." I said, watching Milana carefully.

"Sounds like her." Milana said, sipping her water like it gave her something to do. Her shoulders were tight. Her gaze wandered everywhere except me.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Milana blinked at me like she didn't expect the question.

"Yeah... I just uh... yeah. I need a break." Milana said. I slid closer to her on the couch.

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to. But don't pretend that you're doing okay."

Milana stared at me, her eyes softening like she was reminiscing on what we did in the past. Milana hesitated, her eyes constantly flickering down to her lap. Milana turned towards me and then slowly opened her left hand. A delicate, gold band with a small diamond sat on her ring finger. It was too tasteful for someone with pictures of my cock in their mouth. Too... clean for someone who's seduced me with their own lingerie line.

"I... I said yes last week," Milana murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't told anyone yet. I haven't even told my mom."

I stared at the ring. I wasn't upset. If anything I was surprised.

"Do you love him?" I asked. It didn't seem like a good idea to tell her that I've fucked plenty of married woman.

"I do... He's... good for me."

I didn't doubt that. Milana wasn't Hollywood. She wasn't even really on the E-list. She had normal friends that introduced her to normal people. Someone like her wasn't meant to stick around in the life that I lead.

"I guess this is goodbye."

"No. Hell no. I wanted to see you one last time." Milana said, her voice sharp. I reached out and touched her hand.

"Are you sure?" I asked. Not judging. Just making sure. Milana didn't answer with words. Instead, she slipped the ring off and carefully placed it on the coffee table. Then she looked back at me, her gaze no longer hiding anything.

"I'm not going to just throw away what we have, partner. You changed my life with our little... outing. In fact, my lingerie funded this wedding. Speaking of," Milana trailed off, her nerves dying down. Almost like the ring was mind-altering.

Milana rose slowly. Her fingers slid to the back of her neck and then down to the zipper of her dress. She turned to face me, her fingers moving with practiced ease as she dragged her zipper down. The fabric slipped down her shoulders and fell down her body, pooling around her ankles in a puddle of cotton.

"Damn." I grunted.

Milana wore lingerie. At this point I should've been numb to a sight like that, but she was still Milana. Clean black lace clung to her breasts, barely cupping the weight of them, her nipples threatening to push free with every breath she took. A garter belt hugged the womanly swell of her hips, attached to sheer thigh-highs that framed her thick legs. Her panties, if you could even call them that, were more of a suggestion. A triangle of sheer fabric that hid nothing.

Her plush, curvy, commanding body turned me into a dog, just like it always did. Milana looked at me, her big doe eyes burning a hole into my soul.

"I wasn't going to just drift away..." Milana said, her voice shaky, but firm. "I wanted you to look at me the way you always do. All of me. One last time."

I swallowed hard, my pulse thudding in my ear, the rhythm mimicking the throbbing in my pants.

"Fuck..."

"Very astute. You should write a book." Milana joked. There she was. The old, powerful Milana.

"Very funny."

Milana stepped forward, every single movement deliberate. She stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell her perfume. Her eyes locked with mine.

"Here's what I want. Strip me. Slowly. Caress every single part of me. Don't just fuck me." Milana whispered before reaching down to take my hand in hers. She guided my mitt to her lace-covered hip.

"Do it because it's *me*. Not because it's our last time." Milana said

My fingers slid from her hips to her waist, holding her like she'd run away. I then leaned in, kissing her shoulder. Then I went lower, trailing my kisses down to her collarbone. I reached the curve of her breast where lace met flesh. My hands moved slowly, brushing over her masterpiece of a body like a painting.

I reached up and unhooked her bra, the straps sliding down her arms, exposing her inch by inch until her breasts spilled free into my hands. Warm, heavy, and fucking perfect. I took my time, my mouth clasping to her skin. Milana gasped as my tongue fluttered over her nipples, her hands threading through my hair.

The garter belt came next, my fingers tracing along the waistband, my lips kissing the soft skin of her stomach as I slowly undid each clasp. Milana moaned when I knelt, tenderly kissing her hips, thighs, the place where her stockings squeezed into soft flesh. By the time I reached her panties, she was trembling. I guided her down to the couch, her body moving with me, her curves filling my hands.

I settled over her, my knees parting hers gently. I cradled her cheek with one hand, the other cupping her massive breast. My thumb brushed across her nipple, slow and delicate.

"God you're perfect," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her. "I'm gonna miss you."

Milana laughed against my mouth, but when I pulled back, her eyes were shining.

"Don't say things like that. You'll make me cry." Milana whispered, blinking fast.

"You're already crying."

Milana grinned, brushing the corner of her eye with a shaky hand.

"Of course I am, you're making love to me like I'm dying."

"You might as well be since you're leaving." I groaned, nuzzling her neck.

"That's so sweet... I didn't know you had that in you..." Milana moaned as I kissed her throat. I rocked my hips against her, slow and steady. My hands found her breasts again, so fucking big I couldn't fit them in my hands. I held them like precious jewels, thumbing the peaks until her back arched and her moans spilled from her mouth.

"You always loved them..."

"Who doesn't? Remember your old job?" I joked. Milana let out a cackle.

"Dude! Really!?" Milana grinned.

I shut her up by eagerly kissing the soft swells of her mountainous breasts before moving down her hourglass figure. Her tummy, her belly button, any and everything I could get my lips on.

"God... Jason..." Milana gasped, breathless and overwhelmed. She was soaked when I finally slid my fingers between her thighs. Her hands cupped my jaw as I leaned over her again, her thighs spread wide beneath me.

"Make it count, buddy." Milana whispered. I pressed my tongue around her inner thigh, so close to her burning hot pink that it sent chills down my spine. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils.

"I want you to remember this. I want you to remember how you sound, how you taste. How much I love this."

"God, you're so dramatic." Milana smiled, blinking away more tears.

"And you love me for it, partner." I grinned, brushing my mouth just at the edge of her panties.

"I do." Milana sighed. I hooked my fingers under the fabric and slid them slow, slowly, kissing every inch. She was bare beneath, smooth and glistening. I opened her gently with my thumbs and leaned in, leading with my tongue.

"Eep!" Milana gasped, her sound hitting the ceiling. I licked her slowly, from the bottom of her sweet honey-slit to the tip of her clit, flatting my tongue and groaning against her. I couldn't help it. She tasted so goddamn good. Her hand flew to my hair, forcing me to hold on. I sucked gently at her clit, circling it with my tongue and flicking just the way she licked it.

"Ohhhffucckk..." Milana whimpered. "Don't stop..."

I gave her everything. My mouth, my breath, my hunger. I licked her like I was trying to find her soul. Her thighs trembled around my head, but I refused to stop. Milana was still shaking, her orgasm passed through her quickly and quietly. I wasn't letting go. I dove back in, slower this time. My hands smoothed over her ass, full and soft. I gripped her, kneaded her like I still couldn't believe it.

"Goddamn..." I groaned hard into her pussy.

"You're gonna make cum again..."

"Good. Give it to me. Let me have it." I huffed, sucking her clit into my mouth. My fingers slid lower, dipping into her just enough to stretch her while my mouth devoured her. My thumbs never left her ass, still gripping like she'd escape.

"Jason! Jason!" Milana cried out. Her legs locked around my head, her hips bucking against my face as she came again, harder this time. Her voice cracked and I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I kept licking her through it, my hands full of her ass and my mouth lost in her cunt. By the time I pulled back, she was wrecked. Her face flushed, her chest rising and falling, tears streaming down her pretty face.

"I'm supposed to be the one ruining you." Milana murmured.

"You already did." I said, kissing the crease of her hip.

She was still catching her breath, her body slick with sweat. But her eyes changed. Milana pulled me by the shoulders and kissed me hard, the taste of her sweetness still on my lips. Milana then climbed into my lap, straddling me with her warm and slick thighs. But she didn't let me in. Not yet. Milana pushed me back until I was lying against the cushions, her hair falling around her face like a curtain.

Milana's fingers curled around the waistband of my hands, dragging them down slowly. I didn't move. I just watched her take me. Milana freed my cock from my boxers, jagged and angry and pulsing. She then wrapped her soft, sinful fingers around my girth. Milana grinned when she saw how desperate I was, a low groan escaping my lips.

Then she pressed her breasts together, wrapping her globes around me like silk, heat, and heaven all rolled into one. Milana lowered herself until the head of my cock was nestled perfectly between the weight of her cleavage.

"Oh... fuck..." I huffed, tipping my head back against the couch. Then it began.

Up.

Down.

Each glide was smooth and deliberate, stroking my shaft with the slickness of her tongue when she leaned forward and gave the head a teasing lick between every stroke. Her tits shrouded my dick like velvet, the weight of them driving me insane like they always did. Milana stared at me the entire time, her usual pleased grin replaced by a soft, almost sad look.

"Tell the gals you're gonna miss them..." Milana huffed through shaky breaths.

"The... the gals...?" I groaned. Milana rolled her eyes. I knew what she meant, but I was in titty prison.

"I'm... fuck... You're gonna fucking break me..."

"Good," Milana laughed. "Then we'll be even."

Milana squeezed her breasts tighter, gliding them down every inch of my cock, slow and reverent.

"Yeah... Look at your face... I love it when you hold back..." Milana groaned. Her words unraveled me. I gripped the back of her head gently. Her tongue flicked the tip again, teasing it, then her breasts slid down my length once more, hot and slick. I was close. Too fucking close. But I held on, determined to savor the moment.

Milana kept her pace unhurried, her breasts sliding in long glides that made my vision blur. Each time she pressed them down, I could *feel* the weight, the warmth, the way her soft skin molded perfectly around me. Every single upward stroke was just a little slower than the last, like she wanted to burn every inch into her memory. The slick, rhythmic sound of it filled the room, the soft clap of skin meeting skin.

My hips twitched. I gritted my teeth. I couldn't move. I was under her spell, watching her like she was a vision. Her tits bounced with every stroke, heavy and hypnotic, jiggling around my cock as she worked me. Every motion was full of purpose. Her cleavage shimmered with sweat and spittle, her chest flushed red from arousal and effort.

Milana's tongue peeked out to swirl around the swollen head just before her tits slid down the shaft, warm and wet and perfect. The jiggle became mesmerizing, beautiful, and filthy all at once. Each time they dropped down my length, they bounced back up with a soft wobble, a clap that echoed in my bones.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, just when my cock was trembling against her flesh, she pulled away. I panted. Then she dropped to her knees on the carpet in front of me. Her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, her breasts slick with arousal and her own breathless effort. Milana looked up at me with those wide, dark eyes. Then without a word, she pushed her tits together.

Those perfect fleshy mounds squeezed tight between her arms.

"Cum on them."

"Milana..." I groaned as I stroked my aching, swollen cock.

"C'mon..." Milana whispered. My orgasm ripped through me like an inferno. I came all over her tits, thick white streaks splattering across her breasts, dripping over the soft slopes, pooling between the curves she held together tightly. Milana moaned as the spunk hit her skin, splashing wildly.

"So... uh..." Milana huffed, sadness rising in her voice as she let go of her cum-coated melons, the messy flesh smacking against her stomach.

I stared down at her. She stared up at me.

*

Water streamed down us, thick steam curling around the bathroom. The shower was hot, too hot, but neither of us cared. Milana's skin gleamed under the spray, wet strands of hair clinging to her skin. She was bent forward, her hands bracing the wall, arching that thick, delicious body back toward me like she needed it.

"Don't hold back. Fucking *rail* me."

I did just that. I drove into her from behind, the wet clap of my hips meeting hers echoing off the walls. Milana's moans bounced with it, loud and begging.

"Harder! Give it to me!"

My hands gripped her waist, my fingers digging deep into the soft flesh as I slammed into her, over and over again. Her ass rippled with every thrust, bouncing back onto my cock like her body couldn't stand not being filled. The water only made it filthier. I watched her thick cheeks wobble, each impact a perfect, wet smack that made my balls tighten.

"You're taking it so fucking good," I growled, one hand sliding up her back and gripping her hair. "Like you were made for this."

"Mmm... Maybe I was... For you..." Milana's whimper broke off into a high moan.

That turned something on in me. Something deep.

I slammed into her harder, my cock buried deep, splitting her in two, her walls clenching around me like she never wanted to let me go. Her breast swung beneath her like church bells, heavy and soaked, smacking softly against her chest. The sound was just mind-numbing. Milana started to tremble.

"Oh fuck, Jason, I'm gonna come again!" Milana wailed.

"Go ahead and come." I groaned, reaching around and finding her clit. I circled it fast, matching the rhythm of my hips. Milana tensed up, then she shattered.

"HAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Milana screamed, her legs trembling as her pussy lips clung to me deadly tight. I didn't come. Instead, I slowed my hips and kept myself deep inside of her, rocking her with slow, powering thrusts that made her gasp. My hands roamed all over her body, gripping her wet curves like they belonged to me.

"I can't believe you're giving all of this away..." I huffed.

"Fuuuck! Don't do this to me! Why do you always feel so... so fucking good..." Milana grunted, her voice dropping to its lowest register. I leaned over, my lips brushing against her ear.

"Because you love it."

Milana whimpered. I slid my hands over her sides until I found her swinging breasts, cupping them and squeezing as I rolled my hips again. The way her tits bounced in my hands made my cock twitch inside of her. And that's when she started to talk. Not dirty talk. Not even teasing.

Rambling.

"God... He's nice... He's so nice, Jason... He folds me laundry and texts me good morning, and he listens when I talk about work, hng!" Milana gasped as I bottomed out inside of her.

"But... But he doesn't, ever just... he doesn't *touch* me like this... I usually don't feel so... so..." Milana held back.

"Alive?" I murmured, thrusting deeper, feeling her walls clench like they agreed.

Milana let out a wrecked laugh.

"Yes! Like a real person!" Milana yelped like the lightbulb went off above her head. Her hips kept moving, meeting every thrust like she didn't care if she fell apart mid-sentence.

"He wants a wife," Milana went on, rambling faster and louder. "Someone who can give him two kids. A good look. The ideal life... ohhh fuck..."

"Keep going..." I grunted, my cock pulsing wildly in her gripping cunny.

"He doesn't want a girl who just... who just moans like this... ohhAUGGH!"

I gave it to her even harder, my hands spreading her cheeks. My cock slid in and out of her soaked heat like we were designed for each other.

"You don't have to be that girl with me. You never did." I said, slamming into her again.

"I know! That's the problem!"

I could feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering around me.

"I'm gonna cum again..." She whined like it was a deep regret.

"I've got you. Come for me. Come all over this dick that feeds you so good. Come like you'll *never* have another one in your life." I growled, the venom in my voice burning hotter than the shower water. I gently lowered her to the floor as her orgasm rippled through her, her breasts spilling forward as she hit the wet tile.

I leaned back and spread her cheeks, watching myself disappear into her over and over, her folds swollen and flush from everything we'd done. Milana groaned and then started to laugh. Hysterical, wild laughter.

"Oh my God, I just gotta crazy idea," Milana turned her head sideways against the tile. "You and Ana better come to the wedding."

I slowed down to an easy grind.

"To the *what*?"

"The wedding," Milana gasped, moans tripping over each other. "It's next week. Downtown. Nothing too crazy. Just a simple ceremony, some photos, and one hell of a buffet."

"Milana-"

"Bring Ana! I don't give a shit! Bring a gift too. Registries at Target... hngg fuck!" Milana belted into the floor.

"You.. You want me to sit there, watching you walk down the aisle in a wedding dress, after everything we've done?"

Milana moaned loudly, like the idea turned her on even more.

"Yeeessss... I want you to see me all dolled up, knowing I'm your fucking slut." Milana breathed.