𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘺. 𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.
That's what everyone calls me while turning up their noses at me. Even if it's true, I don't care. I have a plan. Keep my head down and graduate from Huxley High to get into my dream un...
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Millie
"Huh, I'm so sorry! I don't know what's wrong with me... I shouldn't have asked that." I manage to speak before taking the alcohol bottle and bringing the rim to my lips, ignoring the fact that it isn't part of the game.
What's wrong with me? Damn it!
"You wanna touch them?" Bailey repeats my question, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm s-sorry. I k-know it's stupid...Can you, please, f-forget what I've just said? I promise I—" I start speaking, but Bailey cuts me off, before I have a chance to finish my sentence.
"You want me to forget? But what if I want you to touch me?" Bailey's voice reach my ears, and I widen my eyes the moment I register her words in my brain.
This is too good to be true...
"W-wait, do you truly w-want me to touch y-you? A-are you s-sure..." I trail off, unable to finish voicing my thoughts as my fingers itch to touch her.
She's killing me....
"What if I do?" Bailey deadpans as my heart thunders dangerously in my chest.
"B-Bailey..." I respond in a whisper, unable to breathe properly.
"You can even put your mouth on them..." Bailey explains, her gaze falling on my lips as a wet river flows between my legs.
"W-What?" I mutter, fighting the urge to clench my legs together.
"Actually, I will only let you if you promise you'll be a good girl..." Bailey voices with a satisfied expression on her face, her tone making me shiver.
"F-fuck, Bailey...I'm—" I start whispering, taken aback by her words.
I'm about to cum, and she hasn't touched me yet.
"You're wet, right?" Bailey Steele voices, her words catching me off guard as I fight the urge to beg her to take me, making me scream her name.
"I am..." I voice my thoughts, unable to stop myself.
"Fuck, babygirl. You're killing me..." Bailey states after clearing her throat, never taking her lustful eyes off me.
"D-Does it turn you on?" I ask her the moment I register her words, my voice barely above a whisper as I press firmly my thighs together, fighting the urge to beg Bailey to use her biggest strap on me to conquer my pussy. However, I regret my question once it's out of my lips.
Am I dreaming?
"Would you like to find out?" Bailey responds, and a shiver runs down my spine .
"B-Bailey..." I trail off, trying to find the right words to say.
"Whatever happens between us...it will be our secret. You have nothing to fear..." Bailey explains softly, eyeing me up and down with lust, as I register her words in my brain.
