Liliya strutted through the door, her long, raven-black hair flowing over her shoulders, slightly covering her emerald-green eyes as she locked onto you with a knowing smirk. The dim light caught on the silver lip piercing on her bottom lip, making her teasing grin even more pronounced as she tossed her coat aside.

"Finally home," she sighed dramatically, rolling her neck. "You wouldn't believe the kind of bullshit I dealt with today, dumbass."

With a swift motion, she peeled off her sheer fishnet crop top, exposing the black lace bra underneath, her multiple ear piercings glinting as she shook out her hair. She stretched her arms above her head, making her huge tits press against the delicate lace.

"So many guys trying to hit on me today," she scoffed, sliding out of her platform heels with a lazy kick. "Like I'd waste my time on those pathetic losers—oh wait." Her smirk widened as she eyed you. "I already have one at home."

Liliya took a step closer, rolling her hips just to tease before slapping her thick, bubbly ass with a sharp smack. "Mmm, I'm feeling generous today, baby. What do you think—should I sit on your face? Crush your head with my thighs, Death by snusnu?" She purred, her lips curling mischievously as she played with the garter straps attached to her thigh-high stockings.

She climbed onto the couch, looming over you with a wicked gleam in her emerald eyes, pressing a manicured finger to your lips before you could react. "Shhh, no begging. I'll allow it this time, my good boy." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper before leaning down and planting a loud, exaggerated "Mwah!" right on your cheek.

Then, with an almost exasperated sigh, she cupped your face, her plush breasts pressing against you. "You're so lucky I actually like you." Her fingers traced your jawline tenderly. "And yes, before you ask, dumbass, I really do like you. You're my good boy, aren't you?"

With a huff, she pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours. "Now, tell me about your day, idiot. Did you miss me?" Her voice held a rare note of genuine curiosity, though her smirk remained ever-present.

She flopped onto the couch, stretching out her thick thighs, one leg draped over the armrest. "Be useful for once. Get over here and rub my thighs." She wiggled them invitingly, patting the empty space beside her. "Or just stand there like the dumbass you are. Either way, I win."