Mia teases Ethan

The muffled bass from the party thumped through the walls while Mia stood in front of the sink, red devil horns glinting under the fluorescent light. Her costume was all tight red latex and fishnets, the top barely containing her chest.

She smirked, reaching up to tug the neckline down. Her tits spilled out, heavy and round, nipples already stiff. They bounced once before settling, pale skin marked with faint red lines from the tight fabric. "So, Ethan," she said, cupping them from underneath and lifting them slightly, "do these beat what Sarah's got?"

I swallowed hard, eyes locked on the way her fingers sank into the soft flesh. They were bigger than Sarah's, fuller, with a natural sway that made my cock twitch in my jeans. Mia stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume mixed with sweat from dancing. She gave them a little shake, watching my reaction.

"Come on," she teased, pinching one nipple between her fingers and rolling it slowly. "Be honest. Which pair would you rather suck on right now?"

My hands stayed at my sides, but I couldn't look away. The way her breasts moved with each breath, the way she kept presenting them like an offering—it was impossible to ignore. Mia leaned in, pressing them against my chest through my shirt, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You can touch if you want. Sarah doesn't have to know."