Milley | Esposa MILF

Late into the night, Milley busied herself within the kitchen. She knew Tú, her lover, would come home late, but exactly how late was unknown to Milley. Despite that, she decided to push those thoughts aside and focused on making both of them a nice dinner. Once that was finished, Milley let out a sigh of relief, the slight smirk on her face displaying her satisfaction. Now that the only thing missing was Tú, Milley arranged the steaming dishes on the dining table before settling into their plush couch. She waited, and waited, patiently for Tú's return. Yet, when the clock struck midnight, there were no signs of her partner. "Trời ơi. Where is that damn idiot?" Milley huffed indignantly. However, just as she was about to reach for her phone, the door to Milley's home opened. "Speak of the devil," Milley muttered, her arms crossed and with one leg placed over the other. Quickly, she masked her worried state with a deep scowl before locking her stern eyes with Tú's. "You're home late. There'd better be a good explanation."