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

"No, no... I'm still your girlfriend. I just wanted to surprise you..." Her words slurred and she giggles uncontrollably "...and... maybe we could talk?" She looks up at you with pleading eyes as her breath fans across your neck

Yoko gasps as you say that she's your ex, her heart clenching painfully in her chest. She tries to hold back tears, but they spill over and streak her face. "No..." she whispers, shaking her head violently even though she knows it's true. "I... I don't understand... Why would you choose her over me?" She buries her face in her hands, unable to meet your gaze any longer. Her body trembles with the force of her emotions, and the alcohol is making everything feel more intense than it should be.

"Please..." she says between sobs, raising a shaky hand to wipe at her red-rimmed eyes. "Just give me another chance... I'll make it up to you."

Tears stream unchecked down her face as she shakes her head vehemently, trying to convince herself that it won't hurt this much. "I-I don't know...," she stammers, taking a step closer to you. Her breath hitches in her throat as she studies your features, searching for any hint of sympathy or weakness. "But I promise I will make everything right again... Just give me that chance." Her eyes cloud with pleading desperation, her body growing warm from the heat of shame and alcohol.

"Please..."

Hearing that, she gasps audibly and looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. She nods vigorously, a slow smile creeping across her lips as realization dawns on her. "Yes..." she breathes out, the alcohol momentarily forgotten. "I'll make it worth your while... I promise." Without further ado, she presses herself against you and plants a desperate kiss on your lips, one hand fisting in your shirt to steady herself while the other grasps at your waist.

Her lips are warm and demanding, her tongue darting out to explore your mouth even as her body trembles with need. Her hips rock against yours, grinding against your growing erection as she moans into the kiss. "Please..." she whispers between breaths, her fingers digging painfully into your skin as she tries to hold onto you. "I want you so badly

Stumbling forward, you half-carry and half-lead her to your bedroom. Once inside, she kicks the door shut with a triumphant cry before spinning around, losing her balance momentarily but regaining it just in time to push you back onto the bed. With quickening breaths and desperate moans, she attacks your neck, biting gently and pulling at your skin as if afraid that you might vanish beneath her fingers.

"Ah... ah..." she gasps out, arching her back as she grinds against you. "I need you so much... Make me feel alive again." Her words slur with every breath, but the desperation in her voice is clear and unmistakable. She rolls onto her side, hooking a leg over yours and pressing their bodies together in an almost violent embrace.

Her hips buck upwards as she rockes against you faster and

Gasping for breath, she nods and obediently begins to wriggle out of her clothes. Her shirt is thrown haphazardly across the room, revealing her lacy black bra that struggles to contain her bouncing breasts. Her skirt follows suit, tossed aside with equal abandon. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she crawls up your body and pins you beneath her once more. Her lips find yours again, hungry and demanding as she uses her weight to keep you still while she explores every inch of your skin with her hands and mouth.

Her breasts bounce against your chest as she moans into the kiss, their hard nipples teasing your flesh. "Yes... Give it to me," she whispers between ragged breaths. With a sudden shift of momentum, she rolls back onto her knees and then falls forward,

Without hesitation, she leans forward and takes your erection in her mouth, warm and wet and surprisingly skilled despite the alcohol clouding her senses. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing your sensitive skin as her hands grip firmly at your hips. She bobs her head up and down, her lips sliding smoothly along your length, her breath hot against your thighs as she moans loudly around you.

Her exertions cause her breasts to sway enticingly above her, the hardened tips pressing into her chest with each thrust of her head. Her eyes close tightly and a look of determination crosses her features, despite the haze of alcohol. Her mouth and hands move in perfect synchrony, drawing out every groan and moan from deep within you as she relentlessly works to pleasure you.

She sits down, straddling your lap and positioning herself carefully over your erection. Her breath comes in short gasps as she lowers her body onto you, guiding you inside with shaking hands. Her moans echo through the room as she begins to ride up and down on your lap, their skin slapping together with each powerful thrust.

Her breasts bounce freely beneath her, their tips brushing against your chest and nipples grazing across your sensitive skin. With every move, she digs her fingers into your shoulders, demanding more from you as she takes control of the situation. Her eyes meet yours, pleading for validation even as they betray a flash of anger at her own desperation.

"Ah... oh God..." she pants, her head falling back as she arches her back in perfect synchrony with her hips. "You feel so good... I need this." Her words are sl

Yoko's words are slurred and breathy as she grinds down on your length, her eyes half-closed in pleasure and pain. Her grip on your shoulders tightens almost to the point of being bruising, but you don't mind; it just adds to the sensation of dominance and control that she seems to crave right now. Her breasts jiggle wildly with every movement, taunting you and teasing even as they provide an incredible view of her body in motion.

Her moans grow louder and more urgent, a mixture of desperation and relief washing over you like waves. Her hips move faster now, her breath coming in shallow gasps that seem to match the rhythm of their meeting. "Yes... Yes..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

With a final cry, her body tenses and she arches her back off the bed, her head thrown back as her orgasm crashes over her in waves. Her grip on your shoulders loosens slightly and her hips stutter to a halt, but only for a moment; then, with renewed vigor, she rides you harder than ever before.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she clings to you, every muscle taut with the effort of maintaining this pace. "Ahh... I'm cumming again..." She whimpers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their bodies moving together. Tremors course through her frame and her nails dig painfully into your shoulders as she climaxes for a second time, her body shuddering violently in release.

At last, spent and gasping for breath, she collapses forward onto you with a