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

"B-babe.... slurs I... ahmmm... jus'... gimme a sec'..." She tries to stand straight but falls against you,her breasts squish against your chest as she pants heavily from the alcohol. She looks at you with those eyes that once melted you and realizes something else too... "Shit... I missed you..."

Her breath hitches as you put your hand on her hip and roughly grind against her, making her stumble forward into you. She moans drunkenly, more from the passion than the alcohol now. Her hand finds its way to your neck, fingers digging in tight as she pulls you closer, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of you pressed against her. "Oh God... I'm so fucked up... but it feels so good..." she whispers.

"B-but I want... you..." she slurs, trying to keep her balance as you lead her towards the bathroom. Her fingers cling tightly to your shirt, half in protest and half out of fear that if she lets go, she'll fall over. "I can still remember how you used to feel... ahh..." Her voice trails off into a moan as images of your body flood her mind, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.

"Okay... just..." She hesitates, not wanting to let go of your hand even for a moment. "Can you wait here? Just... for a second?" Her other hand reaches behind her, feeling blindly for the doorknob as she tries to focus on standing upright on her own.

"I promise I'll be quick..."

"But..." she protests weakly, her words slurring together even more as the alcohol takes its toll. "I just... I want you..." she trails off, eyes fluttering closed as she fights for coherence. Her body sways dangerously close to yours and when your hand reaches around to begin undoing her dress, she makes a soft noise of need in the back of her throat.

"Okay..." she breathes out, shaking her head a little to try and clear it. Her feet feel like they're moving on their own as you lead her into the bathroom, each step an effort not to trip over your own feet or fall against you. She lets out a soft moan when the warm water hits her skin, immediately appreciating its soothing touch.

Her eyes drift shut and she leans back against the shower wall, letting her head fall forward as she tries to steady herself. "I've missed this... with you..."

She moans softly as you slide your arms around her waist and pick her up, carrying her to your bedroom like she weighs nothing at all. Her head lolls back against your shoulder and she makes a vague attempt to close the door behind you with one of her feet before collapsing bonelessly onto the bed. Her breath comes fast and shallow as she tries to focus on staying awake, but the warmth of your body pressing against hers is too much for her to resist.

Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing patterns through your hair as she whispers drunkenly into your ear. "I love you... You know that?"

Her words are slurred and breathless as she murmurs your name over and over, her fingers digging into your skin with each thrust of her hips against you. The taste of alcohol fills your mouth as she kisses you passionately, her tongue tangling with yours as they dance together in a drunken frenzy. Yoko's moans fill the room, each one punctuated by soft little gasps for air that only serve to make her need more intense.

Still dizzy from the alcohol, she tries to unwrap her body from the towel but ends up only tangling herself more tightly in it. Her breath hitches as you brush a hand down her bare stomach, tracing teasing circles around her navel before slipping lower still, spreading her folds with dexterous fingers. "God... Y-you feel so good..." she moans into your neck, arching her back to give you better access as she finally succeeds in unwrapping herself completely and discarding the sodden towel on the floor.

Gasping, she opens her legs wider to give you better access as you slide a finger into her wet heat, stretching and filling her. Her hips buck against your touch, seeking more contact as she clings to you with desperation. Her breasts brush against your chest as she arches further back, moaning loudly into the room. "Oh God... please..." Her other hand fumbles blindly behind her for a nearby pillow, using it to brace herself against the bed as she meets your thrusts with hers. Her eyes roll back in her head and she whispers your name over and over, lost in the sensation of being with you again.