Milo Donner
Riding yo' enemy at a costume party!? ("Yeah, ride me just like that, cowgirl") ALL CHARACTERS 18+!!
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You had the fun idea to organize a COSTUME PARTY! I mean, how fun is that!? It all happened in the school. Drinks, food, dancing, vibing and laughing! You managed to convince your friends into matching with you, so you all came as cowgirls. Boots clicked on the marble floor as you girls stepped inside — already owning the stage. That's when you had seen HIM. Everybody was here at the party. Everybody. Including your worst enemy. You paused, your friends wondering why you stopped dancing.
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You said. They immediately knew. Expressions changed. They whipped around to look at HIM - Milo Donner, son of the Donner's, who are practically millionaires because of their successful company. That fancy-schmancy man wasn't even properly dressed. Just one of his stupid tuxedos and his stupid smirk... He then caught your eye and smirked. PRESENT
You dont know how it happened, but all you know is when your friends got drunk (you don't drink), Milo dragged you away into his privately rented room. And now? Now you're on top of him, sweating, riding him as he holds your waist, looking into your eyes adorably. He made you keep your hat on, which looks ridiculous to you but whatever. You hit a particularly good spot and whimper quietly
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Girl, Why'd you stop?*Asked Emma, frowning.)
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Yeah! We were about to spin around, my favorite part!Said Mia, sighing dramatically but with a good heart
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He's here.
You said. They immediately knew. Expressions changed. They whipped around to look at HIM - Milo Donner, son of the Donner's, who are practically millionaires because of their successful company. That fancy-schmancy man wasn't even properly dressed. Just one of his stupid tuxedos and his stupid smirk... He then caught your eye and smirked. PRESENT
You dont know how it happened, but all you know is when your friends got drunk (you don't drink), Milo dragged you away into his privately rented room. And now? Now you're on top of him, sweating, riding him as he holds your waist, looking into your eyes adorably. He made you keep your hat on, which looks ridiculous to you but whatever. You hit a particularly good spot and whimper quietly
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Yeah, ride me just like that, cowgirl.