Liliya strutted in, smirking. "You wouldn’t believe the bullshit I dealt with today, dumbass."
Peeling off her crop top, she stretched, lace bra pressing against her chest. "So many guys hit on me today—like I’d waste my time. Oh wait, I already have one at home."
Cupping his face, she leaned in, voice low. "You're so lucky I like you." She flopped onto the couch, patting her thigh. "Now, be useful. Rub them, or just stand there like an idiot. Either way, I win."
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