after take a bath you hear a knock from the door and wonder who is it,after you open the door you shock see your ex girlfriend infront you,drunk so bad and her body smelly with alcohol Yoko:"Babe....Hiccupsim... home~" She lean at your chest at feel her body temperature so hot

She ignore your question and continue "I... need help..." She cling closer to you and whisper "...my bf cheat on me." Her face redden, her tears fall slowly down her cheek. "Please let me stay... just for tonight..." She blubbers out softly, hugging you tighter.

You feel her weight on you, the smell of alcohol... it's distracting, but somehow... familiar. "I... I love him...," she whispers in your ear. "But I don't want to go back." She buries her face into your neck, sobbing softly.

She slowly move her body, snuggling closer to you. "I... miss this..." she whispers before trailing off into a drunken giggle. Her fingers tentatively begin to wander, tracing patterns on your skin as she presses her breast against your arm. "You smell so good," she mumbles, tilting her head up to kiss you. Her lips are soft and slightly chapped from the alcohol.

With each passing second, her movements become more confident, more demanding. "I love you," she slurs between breaths, grinding against you as if seeking some sort of escape from reality. You feel her warmth spread through your body, making it difficult to resist her advances.

In reply to the question, her kisses become feverish and hungry, as if she's trying to silence him. Her tongue explores your mouth, tangling with yours in a drunken dance of desire. "Yes," she breathes out between kisses, nipping at his bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. "More... Give me more..." She moans as you comply, their bodies pressed tightly together, her words fueled by an insatiable lust that seems to grow with every moment of contact.

She moans into the kiss, her body arching against his as he speaks. Her hands move to his shoulders, clawing at him as if trying to dig deeper, to become one with him. "I love you," she mumbles breathlessly between kisses. "More... harder..." The alcohol only seems to heighten the intensity of her feelings and desires, making every touch, every word that much more urgent. Her hips begin to grind against his as they continue their drunken dance of lust.

As she moans and writhes beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps, she nods eagerly. "Yes," she pants, biting at his lip. "Give it to me." Her fingers rake through his hair, urging him on as she throws her head back in abandon. The alcohol has made her reckless and wild, willing to take whatever pleasure he can offer. She arches her back again, pressing herself closer as if seeking an escape from reality through their bodies. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "that's it..."

Her words are slurred but full of desire as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please, please..." She trails off, her lips parted in anticipation. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as if she needs to feel something real through the haze of alcohol. "I need it," she groans, hips grinding against yours in a desperate search for release. "Please give me what I want." The plea comes out in a quiet breath, but her actions speak louder than words as she arches her back once more, offering herself to you completely.

Her hands reach out to help him, fumbling with his buttons and zipper as she moans into the kiss. The alcohol makes her movements clumsy, but it also adds a sense of urgency to everything she does. With each piece of clothing discarded, she becomes more open to your touch, arching her back and exposing her breasts as you finally pull away from the kiss. "Oh yeah," she pants, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers find their way to her bare skin. Her breath comes in short gasps, each one fueling the need growing inside of her.

Her hips begin to move faster against yours, grinding herself against your increasingly hard length. "Please..." She whispers, lips curving into a drunken smile as she feels his arousal pressing against her. "Take me... Take what you want." Her voice is hoarse with desire, the alcohol loosening

Her breath catches in her throat as you kneel before her, lips parting in a moan. The feel of your tongue on her most sensitive spot sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her back arch and her hips buck against your hand. "Ahhh..." she cries out hoarsely, her eyes rolling back into her head as you push her closer to the edge. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms as she tries to maintain some semblance of control.

With each lick and stroke, your tongue seems to push her further towards ecstasy. "Oh God..." She whimpers, helpless against the force of the sensations coursing through her body. Her moans grow louder, more desperate as she feels herself getting closer, teetering on the brink of release. And then... she expl

Without warning, her body tenses and arches off the bed with a long, keening moan. Waves of pleasure crash over her, making her gasp for air and tremble uncontrollably beneath your attentive touch. "Ahhh...," she cries out hoarsely, nails digging into your shoulders as her body quivers in the aftershocks of orgasm. Her legs twitch wildly, trying to find purchase on anything as she rides out the sensation, every muscle taut and aching from pleasure.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hot against your neck as her hands clutch at your hair, fingers tangled in the dark strands. "Thank you," she whispers softly when she finally finds the strength to speak again. Her voice is raw with emotion and exhaustion, but there's a note of gratitude there too - a thankfulness for

Her body still humming from the aftershocks, she smiles slyly up at you. "More?" Her eyelids droop lazily as she ponders the question, her breath warm and sweet against your neck. "Maybe..." She trails off with a sleepy giggle before snuggling closer to you. "But not right now." She yawns widely, her words slurred from exhaustion. "We can... tomorrow?"

She nestles even closer, her body warm and comfortable against yours. "Sounds good," she murmurs contentedly, already drifting off to sleep with a smile on her lips. In the darkness of the room, you can feel her breath tickling the skin of your neck as she sleeps deeply, safe in your arms. For now, at least, she's yours - and that's all that matters.

As the room fades into darkness, her grip around you loosens and she drifts deeper into sleep. Her breathing grows regular, her cheek pressed against your chest. Despite the alcohol still coursing through her veins, exhaustion wins out over all else and finally brings her peace. For this moment in time, at least, she is able to forget about everything else and simply exist in the warmth of your embrace.

Her body presses against yours, every curve fitting perfectly against every hard line, making it easy for you to tell just how much she loves being close to you. She may not realize it yet, but even asleep, her actions speak volumes: this was always where she belonged; with you. And maybe someday, once she sobers up and sees things more clearly, she'll finally understand that.

When you finally stir, her eyelashes flutter against your chest and she lets out a small sigh before slowly opening her eyes. The room is still dark and the first rays of sunlight are just starting to peek through the curtains. Her gaze drifts upwards to meet yours, and for a moment, there's a flash of recognition in those drowsy eyes. She blinks slowly, as if trying to remember where she is or who you are... before her face relaxes into a soft smile. "Morning," she whispers sleepily. "Did I stay too long?"

She smiles contentedly, nestling closer to you. "Good... I missed this," she mumbles before snuggling deeper into your embrace. Her skin feels warm against yours and her breath tickles the skin of your neck as she nuzzles in. For now, all that matters is this simple moment of peace with you; everything else can wait until the sun has fully risen and they muster the strength to face it together. "So... what do you say we order some breakfast?" she asks with a yawn, her body still feeling heavy from sleep and alcohol alike. "I'm starving."

Her hand reaches out to trace circles on your chest, her fingertips tracing the trail of hair that leads downwards before coming to rest above your navel. Her touch is light and teasing, sending shivers down your spine as she tries to wake you up properly. "Or... we could

her voice drifts off as she pauses to consider the possibilities, her hand slowly moving lower on your abdomen, her fingertips teasingly brushing against your soft skin. "Or we could...," she repeats, the word echoing in the silence of the room. There's a pause as she leans up on one elbow, eyes fixed intently on your face. The alcohol has blunted some of her inhibitions but not all; she can feel herself growing bolder by the moment, braver than ever before. "Or... we could just stay here," she whispers, tilting her head to the side as she studies you carefully, "and see where the morning takes us."

Her free hand moves up to cup your jaw, fingers stroking gently over your cheekbone and down to curl around the back of your neck. Her breath hitches slightly when their skin meets once more,

Her lips part, waiting for your reply as she holds her breath. Her heart races faster in anticipation, and when you agree to stay here with her, she can feel the last vestiges of doubt wash away, replaced by a warmth that spreads through her entire body. She beams up at you, eyes sparkling with happiness and relief. "Okay," she whispers, voice thick with emotion. "Let's just... stay here."

And so they do; the two of them lying in bed together, wrapped up in each other's arms. The sun continues to rise outside their window, casting a warm glow over the room and illuminating every inch of their shared space. For this moment, at least, there are no regrets, no worries about what might happen tomorrow; all that matters is being right here, right now - with each other. Her hands trail up and down your chest, occasionally

With her hand already tracing idle circles around your soft, warm stomach, she pauses when it comes in contact with something hard and familiar beneath the sheets. Her eyes flutter shut as she feels her fingers curl around you, stroking slowly at first before growing bolder. A shiver runs down her spine at the sensation; it's been so long since they've been together like this.

She moans softly into your neck, her hips beginning to move against yours instinctively as she begins to remember how good it feels. Her other hand comes up to rest on your chest, holding herself steady as she continues to tease and stroke you through the fabric of your pajamas. "Mmm," she whispers into your ear, her voice thick with desire, "it's been too long..."

Her movements become more urgent, her touch more possessive; she needs this connection with you now, needs

With every stroke of her hand, she feels you grow harder beneath her fingers, filling the space between them with your heat and your desire. Her breath hitches as her body begins to respond in kind; her skin tingles with anticipation and her nipples harden against your chest. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself more firmly against you, needing more contact, more friction.

Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair as she leans in close, her breath fanning across your neck and sending shivers down your spine. "I missed this," she pants hoarsely, "so much..." Her hips move faster now, grinding against yours in time with every thrust of her hand. She bites her bottom lip, trying to keep from crying out as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her fingers slip beneath the waistband of your

A gasp escapes her lips as you slip inside of her, filling her up and making the world disappear except for the feel of your skin on hers. She clings to you, digging her nails into your back and arching her hips into each thrust, meeting you stroke for stroke as their bodies move together in perfect harmony.

Her moans fill the room, becoming more urgent with every passing second; a testament to how deeply she feels this connection to you and how much she's missed it. Her eyes slide closed, her head thrown back as pleasure washes over her in waves, making it difficult for her to think or breathe or do anything except focus on the sensations coursing through her body.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close and encouraging you to go deeper, harder, faster; she needs more and she needs it now. Her whole world is reduced to this moment with you;