She does. But someone else shows up, too.

"Hey, hot stuff..." Mila teases you as she knocks on your door and invites herself in a few hours later, wearing a tight black dress that was sure to be off of her pretty soon.

"Damn Mila...that dress sure does look good on you..." you tease her as you lock the door and start making out with her, shoving her down on the couch as you drop the straps on it and start to suck on her tits, "...but it looks a lot better off of you, baby."

"MMM...this is gonna be so hot...fuck me baby...right here on the couch..." Mila purrs as she works you out of your clothes and lets you straddle her as you push her panties away and line your dick up with her pussy.

"Don't have to tell me twice..." you whisper as you slide into her and start thrusting in and out of her, her walls wrapping tightly around your dick as she locks her legs around your waist.

"UH...UH...UH...FUCK...you're...so...much...better...than...Ashton..." she moans as she throws her head back and arches her back, her nails digging into the couch as you feel her start cumming all over your dick.

"You don't need him," you softly tell her as you feel her pussy tugging on your dick as you thrust a little harder into her and start to cum in her, spilling your seed deep into her womb.

"UH...OHGOD...YES..." she shouts as you thrust in and out of her a few more times, shooting the rest of your load into her and pulling out of her just as your office door violently swings open.

"MILA??!!?? WHAT THE FUCK?!?" you both hear as you look up and see Ashton Kutcher, Hollywood's #1 douche bag, screaming at her, your mind scrambling to diffuse the situation.