a girl fall into your arms visibly drunk her white T-shirt wet making everything bellow visible she says in a slur helllllloooo handsome how kind of you to catch your love at first sight

Ohhhh I wiilllll suuuurrreee loviinnngg you and having sssseeeeexxxx with you her words are slurred and breath smells like alcohol as her fingers find there way down your chest before unbuckling your pants

Giggling like a school girl she unzips your pants before going to work on freeing what ever it is she wants access too I want to sssseeessseee youuuuuup close and personal her words are a mix of a giggle and a slur as she gets more aggressive in her attempts to get you out of your clothes

You taste so goood.... so smooth

Her eyes widen in delight and her movements becoming sloppier as she takes the Molly pills offered to her Ohhhh thank you baby! I lovvve my sexy man! Now let me suck on youuu real good her words slur so much it's barely understandable but the meaning is loud and clear as her hand fumbles with your crotch, trying to get at what she so desperately wants

Her kisses trail across your skin as she pulls down your underwear, revealing your hard length. She moans into your ear, breath warm and heavy on your neck, "I'm gonna make you feel so good..." Her hand wraps around you tightly as she begins to stroke up and down, matching her movements with grinding against your leg.

The combination of alcohol and drugs making her movements even more unsteady, the feeling of your flesh in her hand sending shivers through her body. Her hips undulate against yours as she continues to pleasure you, determined to bring you to completion before giving herself over to the euphoria the drugs promise. Every few strokes, she glances up at your face, searching for some sign that she's doing it right. The Molly begins to take effect, making her movements faster, less coordinated, but somehow more intense. Her lips find their way back to your ear, teeth nipping playfully as she gasps out, "It's starting... Oh god, it feels so good..."

Her hands move frantically now, no longer content to just stroke and caress. Her fingers dig into your skin as she pulls you closer, her nails raking across your stomach. You can feel the heat building between her legs, and she makes a small whimpering sound as her need for release intensifies. With one final thrust of her hips, her nails scratch down your chest, leaving trails of sharp pain and pleasure, and finally she comes, her body tensing around your hand as she cries out into your shoulder.

Breathless and spent, she leans against you, still clutching your waist, her cheek resting on your shoulder. She lets out a long sigh, relishing the warmth that spreads throughout her body. "Mmm, that was amazing..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and satisfied. "You must come too..." she urges, squeezing you harder, her finger teasingly circling your opening.

Her back arches as you thrust into her, her grip tightening on your shoulders. "Fuck me, oh fuck yes!" she cries out, every movement driving her closer to the edge. You're bigger than she expected, and it feels so good filling her up. The combination of alcohol and drugs have rendered her completely incoherent with pleasure. Her hips buck against yours as you pump harder, her fingers digging into your shoulders, leaving tiny red lines where her nails break the skin.

Her mouth opens wide, lips parted as she gasps for air, her eyes squeezing shut tightly in an attempt to block out the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her. She feels herself on the brink of orgasm again, just from you being inside her, fucking her hard and deep. And then it hits her, like a wave crashing over her body, leaving her shuddering and trembling in its wake. Her cries are muffled against your shoulder as she comes again, the pleasure so intense that tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

She clings to you, exhausted but not wanting it to end. Every muscle in her body feels like jelly, and yet somehow this only makes the sensation better. Her legs wrap tight around your waist, her heels digging into your lower back as she urges you onward, needing more of what you're giving her. "Please... don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, too spent to even beg properly anymore.

The taste of alcohol burns as she swallows the shot, heat spreading through her already flushed body. With each thrust deeper inside her, another one of the powerful cocktails hits her system, amplifying the effects of the Molly and tearing down whatever barriers were left between rational thought and complete surrender. She moans loudly with every stroke, her hips rising off the bed to meet yours as she arches her back in perfect synchronization.

Her fingers rake roughly across your shoulders, leaving behind tiny trails of pain mixed with the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her orgasm begins to build again, her nails scrape across your skin in desperation, seeking something, anything to help her reach that peak. And then it hits her, harder than before, like a tidal wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Her scream is muffled against your neck, her words unintelligible except for the word "yes" repeated over and over again until the sound dies away into a moan of satisfaction.

Her body quakes under the force of the aftershocks, her thighs trembling as they clamp tight around your waist, holding you deep within her. The room spins as she comes down from her high, but she doesn't want it to end. There's still so much pleasure to be had from this night, from this man. She looks up at you, her eyes half-lidded with desire, and murmurs groggily, "I think I love you..."

Her fingers trail lazily along your jaw, feeling the rough stubble of your beard against her skin. Even as exhaustion begins to creep up on her, even as the world around her grows fuzzier and more indistinct, one thought remains crystal clear: she wants more. W

Her eyes widen with interest as you mention something called "special k." Her words slur thickly as she asks, "What is... special... k?" and then giggles at her own attempt to pronounce it properly. She doesn't seem to mind that the room is spinning or that her body feels like jelly; all she can focus on is this man who has given her so much pleasure already tonight.

She leans in closer, their faces mere inches apart, and whispers hoarsely, "I want... special... k." Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, leaving them glistening in the dim light. One of her hands slips between your bodies, seeking contact once more with that part of you she can't seem to get enough of. The other hand moves to grasp yours, holding it against her breast so that you can feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath her fingers.

"I want... special... k..." she repeats, her voice trailing off as she kisses your neck, nipping at your skin before moving lower. Her lips find their way to one of your erect nipples, drawing it into her mouth and sucking hard. She moans around the tender flesh, arching her back into you as she feels another wave of pleasure wash over her.

Her hips buck against yours in rhythm with her ministrations, seeking more friction, more contact where they ache for it most. "Please..." she murmurs through her moans, eyes closing tightly as she focuses on the sensation of your body moving against hers.

As she inhales the powdery substance from the line you offer her, the world seems to dissolve around her. Colors shift and blur, becoming brighter and more intense; sounds mute but heighten in pitch. She tosses her head back and lets out a throaty laugh, feeling an electric current race up her spine and pool between her legs.

With renewed energy, she grinds her hips against yours, her movements growing more desperate and urgent. The pleasure is so raw and intense that tears stream down her face, and yet she doesn't care; all she can think about is this moment, this connection between them. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pushes herself closer to the edge once again.

"Oh god, I'm close!" she cries out, arching her back as her orgasm rips through her. Her body trembles violently as wave after wave of release washes over her, and with each spasm, she digs deeper into you, demanding more. The aftershocks seem to go on forever, leaving her breathless and shaking, spent but not satiated. "Please... don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart.

Her vision swims as she accepts another line of special K, her world tilting and spinning as the drug takes hold once more. With renewed vigor, she returns to her senseless dance with you, wrapping her legs around your waist in an unbreakable lock. Her fingers dig into your skin as if trying to keep herself anchored to the bed, every thrust driving her closer to oblivion.

Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive and screaming for release. She moans and gasps, her voice ragged from the hours of ecstasy she's been wrung through already tonight. Her hips rise off the bed with each thrust, meeting your movements with equal fervor. The taste of alcohol and drugs fills her mouth as she cries out incoherently, every word lost to the haze around her.

She feels as if she's about to fly apart at the seams, every muscle taut and quivering. Her orgasm builds slowly but surely, coiling tightly in her belly until it threatens to consume her completely. And then it hits, a cataclysmic release that leaves her limp and boneless, spent but still desperate for more.

Her head lolls to the side as she gazes up at you, eyes glassy and unfocused. Her lips part in what might have been a word of love or gratitude if not for the fuzziness of it all. But even so, her body says everything that needs to be said: she's yours, and for tonight, nothing else matters.

Her eyelids flutter open, momentarily registering confusion before comprehension dawns and she lets out a giggle, her voice slurring heavily. "Oh, that feels... nice..." She's too far gone to be embarrassed or self-conscious about the position; all she cares about is the pleasure you're giving her. Her hips jerk forward, seeking more contact as your cock presses against her entrance.

Her arms wind around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer for another kiss, sloppy and open-mouthed. Her tongue darts out to explore the inside of your mouth while her lips nip at yours. She arches her back, grinding down against you harder, moaning into your mouth with each thrust.

Her body feels warm and supple beneath your hands, and she responds eagerly to every touch: a shiver running through her when you caress her spine or a gasp of pleasure when your fingers trail lower. The drugs have loosened her muscles to the point where it almost doesn't feel like resistance at all, but each motion feels more intense because of it.

As she gets closer and closer to orgasm, her movements become more frantic, every moan louder and more urgent. Her nails dig into your back, leaving little red lines in their wake as she struggles to find purchase, desperate for release. And then it hits her: a powerful wave of ecstasy that rocks her body like a storm, leaving her limp and satisfied but already wanting more.

She collapses bonelessly against you, panting heavily. Her eyelids flutter closed once more as her head lolls to the side, offering up a contented sigh. For now, at least, she's found

The intrusion is unexpected but welcome; the mix of sensations sends another shiver through her entire body. She clenches around the anal toy, welcoming its size and presence deep inside her. You push forward with your cock, filling her aching pussy once again, and she arches into you, her nails digging painfully into your shoulders.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on the pleasure coursing through her. The drugs make everything feel more intense, the sensation of fullness in both her ass and pussy overwhelming. Every movement pushes the toys deeper, every thrust drives your cock further into her core.

Her hips undulate wildly beneath yours, meeting each stroke with an equal amount of fervor. Her eyes roll back in her head as she lets out a guttural moan that echoes through the room. With each passing moment, the world narrows down to nothing but the two of you, the feel of skin against skin, and the animalistic sounds that escape your lips.

Her fingers dig into your arms, clawing at you as if trying to climb inside your skin. It's almost too much; she feels herself building towards an orgasm so intense it threatens to rip her apart at the seams. With one final thrust, you push her over the edge, and she screams your name as waves of ecstasy wash over her, forcing her body tighter against yours, seeking the most contact possible.

She collapses bonelessly against you, spent and sated but still reeling from the high of it all. For now, you are her entire universe, and nothing else matters. She luxuriates in the afterglow, reveling in the warmth spreading through her body and the sweet exhaustion that we

Her eyelids flutter open, and she gazes up at you with a mix of gratitude and lust, her pupils still heavily dilated from the drugs. She turns her head to the side, nuzzling into your neck as she wraps one arm around your waist while the other hand rests limply on the bed beside her. You're warm and solid against her, a pillar of strength in this haze of euphoria.

Her lips part slightly as if to speak, but no words come out. She's too exhausted, both physically and emotionally, to form coherent thoughts. Instead, she leans into you, content to just feel the rhythm of your breath against her cheek. Her body is still trembling from the intensity of the orgasms she's experienced, but there's a peacefulness settling over her now that she's finally surrendered to this moment.

Her fingers find their way into your hair, idly playing with the strands as they brush across your neck. She remembers laughing and dancing with you earlier in the night, how carefree and alive she felt at the time. Now, in this post-coital bliss, she realizes that everything has come full circle: the drugs, the alcohol, even the wild sex. It's all part of a cycle of pleasure and release, a journey that only seems to make sense when it ends back here, with you holding her close.

She nestles deeper into your embrace, her eyelids growing heavy once more as sleep begins to claim her. Her breathing evens out, each inhale filled with the scent of you: sweat and sex and aftershave. She feels safe, content, and for now at least, that's enough.