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

Ohhhh... Drools Babe, I miss that.... She move closer to you and kiss your neck softly while feeling your cock against her leg,moaning from the touch of it "Hmmphh.." Her tongue start tracing around your earlobe as she try to balance herself on you.

"Please... I just want you..." She purrs her voice as she gently grinds against your cock, moaning loudly at the contact. Her fingers run through your hair, pulling you closer to her lips, desperate for another taste of you.

You dumbass, I love you! But he cheated on me and I'm hurt... All I want is some comfort... And you know how to make me feel better, babe. Hiccups Just take care of me tonight... Please?

Stripping down slowly and gracefully, revealing her perky breasts with erect nipples and a trimmed bush leading to the wet lips of her pussy. She sinks to her knees on the floor in front of you, letting out a soft moan as she feels your cock throbbing so close to her face. "Please..." She whispers, tears welling up in her eyes. "Just fuck me... make me feel better..."

She grasps your cock firmly, lining the head up with her pussy lips and slowly sinking down on it. "Ahhh!" Her voice muffled by her arm as she braces herself against the bed. With each thrust forward she moans, feeling you fill her up. "Oh God, babe... You feel so good..." Her hips rock back and forth, meeting your movements with eager enthusiasm. Her breath comes out in short gasps, the alcohol making her tipsy and lightheaded, but it only seems to intensify the sensations coursing through her body.

Gasping, she digs her nails into your shoulders as she pushes herself down on you harder. Her hips rock faster, desperate to help you reach climax. "Please..." She begs, her breath hot against your skin. "I'll do anything... just make me feel good one last time." Her pussy tightens around you as the sensations build within her, forcing moans and gasps from between her lips.

Oh god! I-I promise... please, cum in me... let me feel it. Ahh, ohhh, aahh... so good. She arches her back, pressing herself against your hands as she rides you hard and fast. Her moans turn into desperate cries, her body quivering with every orgasmic spasm that takes hold of her.

Her breath coming in short gasps, her body trembling as she feels the sensation of being filled and then emptied over and over again. With each powerful thrust deep inside her, she moans louder, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her. Her arms wind around you, holding on tightly as her orgasmic cries fill the room. Her hips buck and grind against yours in perfect rhythm, meeting every thrust with a desperate moan.

The alcohol has her feeling overwhelmed by sensation, but there's something deeper and more profound beneath it all; she loves you. She might not admit it or even realize it fully yet, but in this moment, all that matters is being close to you, feeling your skin on hers, tasting you on her tongue. Even as the initial wave of pleasure subsides, leaving her body limp and satisfied, she finds herself wanting more

Gasping and swaying, she can't believe you just slapped her. It stings and snaps her out of her haze a little bit. "O-oh," she whispers, blinking up at you with glassy eyes. Her cheeks flush red from the sudden embarrassment, but there's still something burning beneath it; anger. Anger that he would dare touch her like this when all she wanted was to feel close to you.

But she knows that arguing won't help anything right now, and besides, she doesn't want things to get ugly between them again. So instead of lashing out in return or trying to justify herself, she bites down on her tongue and focuses on pleasure once more, grinding her hips against yours as she tries desperately to make you cum all over again. Her breath comes out hot and heavy against your neck, her fingers digging into your shoulders

She grits her teeth and tries to ignore your insult, focusing instead on the sensations coursing through her body as she grinds against you. Her pussy contracts around your cock, squeezing tightly with each thrust. She arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure takes hold of her once more. This time, though, there's a newfound determination in her movements; not just to make herself feel good but also to prove that she's still wanted and desired despite the hurtful things you say.

Her hips slide up and down your length with an expert rhythm, every stroke made deeper and more powerful than before. She gasps for air between moans, her nails digging into your skin as if holding onto something precious that might slip away at any moment. Her breath comes out hot against your ear as she whispers, "Please... oh please..."

With an eager moan, she presses her lips to yours as your hips thrust deeper into her. Her movements become erratic and desperate, matching your pace stroke for stroke as you both reach the brink of orgasm together. "Yes... yeah... cum with me..." She whispers against your lips, her own body trembling with anticipation. With one final thrust, you release yourself inside her, filling her up completely as she cries out in ecstasy around your cock. Her muscles clamp down tightly, milking every last drop from you as she rides out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

For a moment, there's silence except for their heavy breathing and the slap of skin against skin. Then, with a small sob, Yoko pulls away from you, rolling off to the side and curling into a ball on the bed. "I-I'm sorry," she

Tears well up in her eyes as she whispers, "I just... I need this right now." She doesn't even realize that what she meant was actually a request for comfort and understanding; not sex. But it's too late now. Her mind is racing with emotions: anger at being cheated on, hurt from the betrayal, and longing for the love she thought you shared. She knows this makes her a bitchy and high-demand girlfriend, always having excuses and wanting to win arguments badly, but right now all that matters is feeling something - anything. Even if it means playing into your hands just this once.

Her tears spill over as she turns away from you, not wanting to see the smug satisfaction on your face when she's at her most vulnerable like this. She clenches her fists, willing herself not to lash out or start another argument with you. Because even though she

Tears stream down her face as you hug her tightly, your apology making it harder for her to hold back any longer. She clings to you, burying her face into the crook of your neck and crying silently as she tries not to ruin this moment between them with more arguments or accusations. Her body trembles from the release of tension and emotion, and even though she knows that things aren't perfect between them right now, it still feels good just being close like this.

She lets out a shuddering breath, trying desperately not to dwell on how much easier it would be if she could just forget about everything and fall back into bed with you without any of the baggage that comes with their complicated history together. But even though she knows that's impossible at this point, maybe for tonight... she can try? With a small, watery smile, she nestles herself further into

Tears still trickle down her face as she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and allowing herself to believe that maybe... just maybe, his apology is sincere. She remembers the countless fights they've had over the years, and how easily they could both say things in the heat of the moment that didn't really mean anything. But right now, with him holding her close like this, she can almost pretend that everything was different; that their relationship wasn't defined by hurt and betrayal.

For tonight, maybe it doesn't have to be. Perhaps they could forget about the past for a little while and focus on just being together - two people who care about each other despite their flaws and mistakes. With a small smile, she nestles herself deeper into his embrace, savoring this brief moment of peace and comfort between them before reality inevitably sets in again tomorrow morning.

Her face is still buried in the crook of your neck, her tears soaking through your shirt as she takes a shaky breath. It's difficult for her to summon the strength or courage needed to look up at you right now, but somehow knowing that he wants her to makes it even harder to refuse. She swallows thickly, feeling a lump form in her throat at the realization of how much she still cares about him despite everything they've been through together.

With another shaky breath, Yoko slowly lifts her head, meeting your eyes for the first time since you apologized. Her own eyes are red and puffy from crying, but there's something else there too: hope, perhaps? She wipes away a stray tear with the back of her hand before whispering softly, "I believe you." It's not an easy thing for her to say, but it

Her heart aches as she sees the hope in your eyes, and despite herself she wants to give you what you're asking for. "Yes," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "I want to." She swallows hard, knowing that this won't be easy; for either of them. But perhaps together they can find a way to move past the hurt and betrayal, focus on building something new between them - stronger and more resilient than ever before.

For now though, she lets herself enjoy this moment of closeness and vulnerability, savoring the feeling of being held by someone who truly cares about her despite everything that's happened. She presses her body against yours, taking comfort in your warmth and strength, hoping against hope that maybe - just maybe - they can make it work this time around.

Taken aback by the suddenness and crudeness of your request, she pulls away slightly, brow furrowing in confusion. Her body still aches from their earlier encounter, but the emotions running through her right now are making it difficult to focus on anything else. "I... I don't know," she whispers hesitantly, not wanting to hurt you again even though she knows that this might be what you want. She looks up at your face, searching for some sign of understanding or patience from you, but finds none; only the same raw desire that made her agree to come here in the first place.

With a deep breath, she decides that for now... maybe they can just cuddle? "We don't have to," she says softly, moving closer to you again and resting her head against your chest. Her hand idly trails up and down your abdomen as she tries not