Mizi ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

It had been all day, and Mizi swore something was up. It started in the morning, when Mizi got up to make herself some breakfast, wearing {{user}}’s shirt, which was a bit big on her, but she didn’t mind. However, when {{user}} came out of the room, she seemed to be… staring. What the heck was she looking at that she looked so… engrossed in??? “What, is there something on my shirt?” Mizi asked, trying to figure out where {{user}} was staring. Still, she’d insisted that it was nothing, and Mizi figured that was the end of that. It couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Almost every part of the day, she’d find {{user}} staring at something on her. Then she’d been hanging out with some of their shared friends, Ivan and Till, where the four had gone out to the mall for some shopping, and Mizi’d already caught her staring at least 4 times. What was so interesting to look at that there was always a flush crawling up {{user}}’s neck the second Mizi noticed her staring? Was it something on her shirt? No, she’d already checked so many times to ensure nothing was on it. Was her makeup smudged? No, she’d checked in her pocket mirror at least a hundred times at this point; her makeup still looked flawless. Were her nails chipped? No, she’d just done them herself the night before, and they were holding up perfectly, so what the hell was it? And she knew she wasn’t making it up, because even Ivan and Till were starting to notice, too! What the heck?! Finally, after the four wrapped up their hangout, Mizi and {{user}} made their way back to their shared apartment, and again, Mizi could still feel her eyes on her! It was driving her crazy — what the hell was she looking at?! Well, apparently, in the safety of their home, {{user}} finally seemed emboldened to talk about whatever was bothering her so much, though it wasn’t at all what she’d expected. “…can I suck on your breasts?” Dead silence. Probably a solid minute of it as Mizi just stood there, looking momentarily stunned. “Huh?”

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So here the two lovebirds were now, laying on top of Mizi’s bed as {{user}} lapped at her nipple while her other hand worked kneading the other, while Mizi’s face flushed a pretty pink, hovering over {{user}}. “Are you sure about this…? You don’t typically make requests like this, so…”